There were bursts of exclamations in the crowd, and the black patterns on the black foreheads obviously shocked them, and some old people had already begun to search for the origin of those patterns in their minds, but the black patterns didn't seem to be available in the Red Crow Beast God Classics.

"You, you are foolish!" Tuo Tuo saw the pattern on his black forehead, and actually took a step back, because in the concept of the Chiwu tribe, the darker the color of the pattern, the more numerous, the stronger the origin ability, and his three yellow patterns are already among the best among his peers, but this inconspicuous hairless boy actually has a head full of black patterns!

"What's wrong, you're the opponent!" Leon began to pinch his nose again, he felt that it was no longer a matter of fighting with children, but of coaxing children. Leon swiped his phantom in the wind, and his momentum was no worse than that of Fei Jiama, it was a delicate ghost-headed broadsword, and the surface was still rolling with cold air,

"Do you want to fight me?"

Drag was obviously hesitating, but after looking at Leon's phantom in the wind, he obviously felt that it was better to bully with a black forehead,

"Drag, on! They are not from the Chiwu tribe, and those ghost patterns don't know what they are" The think tank behind Drag began to cheer him up,

"That's right! Don't be afraid of him! Look at his beast pattern and physique, it's out of proportion!" another teenager who seemed to be more urbane also analyzed it to their dog god, and it seemed that he was quite level, and even knew "proportions".

Tuotuo gritted his teeth and took a step forward, obviously preparing to face the black forehead, if he stepped back, his position would not be guaranteed.

The support groups on both sides retreated a few meters, and in the empty field inside the Chiwu Gate, only black foreheads and drags remained.

The red moon had already set clean, and at some point, the lights were lit in the Red Crow gathering place, and I don't know what their lighting equipment was, but it emitted a fiery red light, much brighter than the phospholipid lamp, and in the still manic and furious wind, it swayed non-stop, pulling the slender and trembling figures of the two teenagers on the ground.

The onlookers were quiet, they didn't know the origin of these four teenagers, let alone what kind of power the patterns on their black foreheads represented, and they were full of curiosity and anticipation about the battle between the ruffian king of the Chiwu gathering place and this mysterious young man.

Dragged and dragged, he actually had his own fusion weapon, two long thorns, stretched out from his right hand, and the difference was that those two thorns had dense barbs, and like thick canine teeth, they were curved, and a layer of red mist faintly floated.

"Drag...... Is it just a fight, don't be so serious" The young man who analyzed the situation for him just now changed slightly, obviously frightened by his all-out stance of activating the weapon, "Don't hurt people's lives, Medusa, she ......"

"Shut up!

Without hesitation, he rushed towards the black forehead, so far, he didn't see any weapons in the black forehead, he wanted to fight quickly and stab this scary little man down.

The black forehead looked at the stabbing red canine teeth, and turned to the side slightly, and the red mist of the gale swept past the old wolf skin on his body, and the wolf skin actually stood upright, as if it had come to life. The black forehead was like a stabbing spear pig, and he dodged the first blow of Drag.

Leon watched behind them, and his heart was faintly sweating, he had never seen the black forehead hand fork frame, his advantage was always speed, whether it was to run away or to chase, the black forehead was definitely a master in the run, but with his hands, Leon didn't know what weapon he would use to face it. Therefore, at this moment, Leon's palm has secretly condensed two black gases, as long as the black forehead is in danger, he will not hesitate to fly out the black qi, as for any credit and reputation, mercenaries have never had!

The two black gases were always brewing in Leon's palm, and they didn't go out, because the black forehead on the field had been blocking left and right, although he was embarrassed to escape, he was never subjected to a frontal attack that dragged him, which made Drag, who had always been able to distinguish wins and losers with one attack, irritable.

"Grass, you hairless monster, how do you know how to hide!" he scolded, the thorns in his hands danced more intensively, and the red mist became more abundant, and later, the dragging hand seemed to be holding a smoke barrel, only the red mist, not the sharp blade.

The two of them fought from the center of the bright field to the red black iron wall, to be exact, it was the black forehead that was forced to retreat under the iron wall, those half-sized children shouted happily, their dog god obviously had the upper hand, and the black forehead with a pattern was beaten in embarrassment, which made those teenagers' blood boil, and even a few people had begun to secretly aim in the direction where the three of Leon were, these outsiders didn't seem to be very good, not to mention, the three of them didn't have animal patterns on their heads.

The situation became a little chaotic, and the onlookers retreated a little farther away, and a dozen teenagers and Leon followed the fight between the two of them, unconsciously getting closer, and those playful eyes swept over Lockdorjee and Figama from time to time, so that the fat man's fist quietly appeared red again.

It's a bit like a boss fight, and the minions start to "look at the eyes", and then there may be a group fight.

At this moment, a crisp children's voice sounded,

"You bastards! what are you doing!" Medusa squeezed in from behind the crowd, dragging an old man behind her, and she saw that the two people in the field were in full swing, and even the old man couldn't care about it, and was about to rush in.

"Alas, Medusa, what are you doing here?" the boy unceremoniously stopped in front of Medusa, who was a head taller than the girl,

"Get out of the way!" Medusa half-cocked her neck and screamed unflinchingly, "This is my invited guest, you guys are too much!"

"Drag is just going to have a discussion, what are you talking about, you chick!"

"What's the matter? You've found four, and even if you hurt one, there are still three!" Several other people also gathered around, laughing and shoving Medusa into the corner, and they didn't pay attention to Medusa who was surrounded by snakes and beasts.

"Grandpa, you don't care about them, they bully me!" Medusa's little face turned redder and screamed loudly.

The black forehead in the distance was hiding in embarrassment, and when he heard this scream, he suddenly trembled, and his originally low-hanging eyes suddenly lifted, and the drag that was attacking him suddenly felt a kind of coercion, and then he seemed to see a pattern emerge from the pupils of the black forehead.

The black forehead finally made a move.

His slender hand clenched into a fist, and from the fist and wrist came black bone spurs, which were so black that there was no reflection in them, and they could almost swallow up all the red rays around them. The black thorn quickly wrapped the two fists of the black forehead, and they were still extended, turning his two hands into sharp weapons like pinpoint wolf claws, and they were two huge wolf claws made entirely of steel bones.

The black-fronted creature flickered for a moment, and with a slight grasp, he pinched the hook thorn in the red mist, and no matter how the drag-to-drag tossed and broke free, he couldn't move at all, because what the black-fronted creature pinched was the weakest point where the hook thorn on the drag's arm fused with the bone.

"Let go, I'm losing" Ten seconds later, Drag said, awe-inspiring, like he had won.

"Good" Hei Forehead let go of his hand without hesitation, stepped back, and even removed the huge bone spurs on his fist, and turned back into the thin "hairless boy".

The whole process didn't take more than half a minute, the surroundings were completely quiet, and the teenagers were dumbfounded, chasing the lively drag of the black forehead, why did they suddenly lose?

"Inujin, give him another blow! You're the winner!" someone suddenly shouted,

"Get out!" he dragged his head back, his face full of shame, "If you lose, you lose!

Leon sniffled to the side, quietly retracting the black mist as if nothing had happened.