"Ms. Yin?" Zhang Quyi couldn't help but think of the beautiful woman wearing sunglasses who was on the same flight yesterday, this person was seven or eight points similar to Jiang Ying, so she was particularly impressed. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Yes, sir, do you know Ms. Yin? She is now organizing free rash relief activities in my tribe, I heard from adults, Ms. Yin is also going to build hospitals and schools in our tribe to train doctors for free!" The indigenous boy said with a yearning face: "I want to be a doctor when I grow up!"

Zhang Qu's heart moved, if there are two people in the world who look alike, it is not surprising, but even the surname is the same, the probability is much smaller. Of course, Zhang Quyi is not sure whether the Ms. Yin in the mouth of the indigenous boy is Yin, because Yin, Yin and Yin are all pronounced Yin, and all three surnames exist in Huaguo.

At this time, the three adult indigenous men who were driving the herd spotted Zhang Quyi, immediately abandoned the herd, and ran nervously, two of them untied the bows and arrows they were carrying.

"Hey, stay away from that boy!" one of the natives shouted as he ran.

The indigenous boy waved his hand and shouted, "Ma Su, don't be nervous, he is from China and won't hurt me!"

The three natives slowed down when they heard this, and when they saw that Zhang Quyi was indeed Asian, they put away their bows and arrows, but their eyes remained vigilant, and adults were not as innocent as children.

"Muddy howl!" said one of the natives in a stiff Mandarin.

"Hello!" Zhang said with a smile.

Hearing Zhang Quyi's pure pronunciation of Mandarin, several natives glanced at each other, and their attitudes immediately became friendly.

"My name is Ma Su, may I ask this friend from Huaguo, do you need any help?" the native at the head smiled and showed two rows of big white teeth.

Zhang nodded and said, "You can call me Zhang, that's the case, I have a companion who is lost, it is possible to pass by here, have you seen it?"

"Oh, forgive me for my bluntness, you Chinese seem to look alike, can you describe it!"

Zhang Quyi was not surprised, black people are also difficult to distinguish in the eyes of Chinese people, anyway, they are black at first glance, the second eye is that the lips are particularly thick, and the third eye is ...... It's still black!

Zhang Quyi described the appearance of the fire god from memory, and the three adult natives all shook their heads blankly after hearing this. The indigenous boy next to him suddenly said, "Sir, I seem to have seen the person you said, he is playing hide and seek with a white uncle!"

"It should be him!" Zhang said, nodding.

The little native boy pointed behind him, "Half an hour ago, they went in the direction of the tribe!"

"Thank you so much!" Zhang Qu disappeared as soon as he finished speaking.

The three natives were stunned for a moment, and the little boy shouted with bright eyes: "Wow cool, is this Chinese kung fu? It's too fast, why doesn't this gentleman participate in the Olympics, Bolt is weak!"

Zhang didn't want to shock the world, but time was pressing. Soon, a tribe appeared in the bush-shaded grassland, all round thatched huts made of branches and thatch.

Zhang Quyi swept through the tribe and found that a long row of tents had been set up in the northeast corner, and there were many medical staff in white coats treating the aborigines here, and a long queue had formed outside the tent at this time.

Most of these medical staff are Western-faced, but some are Asian, and the blonde girl who took the initiative to tease her before is also among them.

"Coincidentally, it's really them!" Zhang Quyi secretly thought, and at the same time, his divine sense swept back and forth in the tribe twice, but he did not find the fire god Zhu Yong, so he quietly swept outside the tribe and continued to gallop south.

Zhang Quyi walked for miles in the wilderness when he suddenly slowed down and climbed a dirt slope overgrown with bushes like light smoke.

Across the slope was a large grassland with a wide view, and at this moment a tall white man was crouching in the grass, like a giant hunting bear.

"Hey, yellow-skinned monkey, get out of here, I'm going to tear your fire-breathing mouth and screw your head off and stuff it in your stinking ***]. The white man yelled at a hole in the ground.

The hole was only thirty or forty centimeters in diameter, and it looked like it was a nest of African soil pluckers.

Zhang went to the cave with a sense of consciousness, and sure enough, he saw that Brother Zhuyong was lying in the cave like a toad, covered in blood, panting like a bellows, and described as very embarrassed.

It seems that this guy has been cornered and fled into the nest of the Groundhog, although his life is temporarily saved, but sooner or later it will be the result of catching a turtle in the urn.

"The bitch raised it, don't come out!" The white man who looked like a giant bear calmly took a few sips of a bottle of wine, and then walked to the edge of the hole, took out the big bird under his crotch and prepared to pee.

At that moment, a flame suddenly erupted from the mouth of the cave, and the white man screamed and leaped away in embarrassment, flapping his crotch as the smell of burnt bird feathers filled the air.

Zhang Quyi was speechless, and it could be judged from his breath that this white man was very powerful, and his giant bear-like body was filled with vast power, I am afraid that the average late-stage master of Huajin is not his opponent, but the IQ of this product seems to be a bit problematic, otherwise it would not have been able to deal with it for so long.

"Yellow-skinned monkey, you're dead!" the white man let out an angry roar, like a furry bear.

Zhang Quyi walked down the dirt slope in a hurry, and the white man's gaze immediately stared, first stunned for a second, and then grinned, revealing the white sensen fangs like a beast, and said in a good time: "Wow, look, there is another yellow-skinned monkey, your aura is somewhat similar to a Chinese cultivator I slaughtered before, but you seem to be a little stronger!"

Zhang Quyi said lightly: "I'm sorry, you are a little stronger than a bear in my eyes!"

The white man twisted his neck, his neck bone made a popping sound of popping beans, and said with a smile: "I don't know whether to live or die, I'm going to break your neck and stuff your head into your own ***!"

After speaking, the ten fingers of both hands grew nearly ten centimeters long nails at a speed visible to the naked eye, shaped like a barb, exuding a bronze metallic luster!

With a hint of disdain on his face, the white man was furious, let out a low growl in his throat, and pounced furiously.

Zhang Qu waved his sword fingers, and suddenly the cold light flashed, and he slashed at the white man with a sharp sword qi.

The white man suddenly felt that his hair stood on end, and he hurriedly clasped his hands together and grabbed the oncoming sword light.

While......

The white man's claws collided, and sparks flew in all directions, but the sword had already swung flexibly, avoiding the white man's claws, and at the same time, it passed through his neck, and the big head immediately rolled down, and the majestic body spraying blood fell violently.

Zhang Quyi shook his head: "Although the strength is strong, the speed is hard!"