The desolate lions, infinitely close to the existence of the grandmaster, they are the kings of this wasteland. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

At the beginning of the wild lion hunting, these dozen wild lions did not gather together, but each occupied one side, from more than a dozen directions, forming a situation of encirclement.

This is so domineering, more than a dozen, rounding up nearly a thousand head of mangled cattle, each wild lion seems lazy, and this encircled herd of mangniu is like a great enemy, with less and more, but it has such a might.

Although the wild lions are lazy, their killing breath, like a hurricane, swept the entire herd, the adult cattle are fine, and the young cattle are a little unbearable and irritable.

Finally, Mangniu decided to take the initiative.

The dozen or so reckless cows in the front, their eyes were red, their nostrils were spraying white gas, their hooves stepped on the ground, roared violently, and rushed towards the wild lion, they ran like a landslide, and more than a dozen of the strongest reckless cows made the strongest impact at the same time, "Step... Trample... Step..."Ning Ze felt that the entire Mangniu Yuan was shaking.

A sturdy bull against a desolate lion, looking at it, is about to collide together, the originally lazy desolate lion, low roar, mane erected, eyes glowing ghostly, slightly open mouth showing sharp teeth like a sword, they are about to fight......

The bull rushed in front of him, the desolate lion, took a step back, and jumped up hard, not to attack, but to dodge, to dodge the strongest sprint of the bull, otherwise with the impact of the bull plus the sharp horns, it would be either death or injury.

The bull rushed into the air, the wild lion saw the opportunity, raised his paws, and hit the neck of the bull, and the bull did not panic and stopped... Turning around and charging at his opponent, the Arama Lion had to abandon his attack and dodge again...... The bull rushes again......

Ning Ze saw that his blood was boiling, this was a contest between kings, the wild lion, every action was like a master's move, just right, not wasting a little power, landing silently, avoiding lightning, attacking like thunder, advancing and retreating with evidence, and Mangniu is like another master, its attack seems to be single and clumsy, but it can just make the wild lion return in vain.

These dozen battlefields fought more than once, as time passed, the desolate lion gained the upper hand, and the reckless cattle began to be constantly injured, their way of playing, the physical loss was too great, Ning Ze's heart couldn't help but rise.

Obviously, Ning Ze's worries were superfluous, the desolate lion and the mangniu field had been fighting for more than an hour, and the sniper battle of the mangniu was about to end.

"Moo......" There was a roar of the earth-shattering cow, the herd of cows moved forward, the majesty of thousands of cows moving together, that was indescribable in words, Ning Ze also followed the herd, forward, the wild lion could not kill the fighting bull in a short time, so he had to retreat.

The bulls retreated to the herd, and the lions joined forces, patrolling back and forth, looking for a breakthrough, and they wanted to launch a general attack.

The bulls turned their heads outward, forming a defense, protecting the calves tightly in the middle, and the lions did not immediately launch a general attack, but the trial attack began, they attacked here and fought there for a while......

The desolate lion found the weak point, and more than a dozen desolate lions attacked together, and in order to break through, one of the desolate lions was injured, and they successfully tore open the gap.

The herd of cows began to retreat, turned around and ran, the calves began to roar uneasily, they were the main predators of the wild lions, Ning Ze didn't know what to do, he only followed the three calves closely, and slowly he found that the calves were not alone, a few adult cows screamed a few times, and there were some calves, running in that direction.

Ning Ze followed the three calves, and soon found the five big cows of the Niu clan, he and the calf were surrounded in the middle and ran, at first he didn't run fast, as the lion's roar became more and more frequent, the cows ran wildly, Ning Ze opened his little short legs and ran desperately, the potential of people is unlimited, especially when his life is threatened, his speed has increased exponentially, even so, he can only barely keep up with the calf, he has only one thought in his heart, hurry up... Hurry up... Faster......

If he can't keep up, even if the wild lion doesn't eat his little bit, he will die tragically under the hooves of the bulls, that is, there will be no corpses, and the trampling tragedy will be a tragedy.

After running for more than an hour, Ning Ze felt that these legs were not his own, and the reckless cattle gradually slowed down... Stopped, Ning Ze looked back, there were four little mangniu, lying motionless on the ground, they had been attacked and killed by a group of lions just now.

In the distance, there is another battle going on, an old and weak bull, attacked by four or five wild lions, other wild lions, surrounded around, the old mangniu knows that it is going to die, although it is afraid, but it does not give up, it is attacking, even if each attack requires all its strength, it is still attacking, even if every attack has no effect, it is still attacking, even if every attack, in exchange for more serious injuries, it is still attacking......

In the end, it was pounced, it didn't roar, it wanted to save its strength, it was going to attack, its throat was bitten, its belly was slashed, but it delivered the final blow, and its hooves kicked outward, and it kicked a wild lion, but alas, the power was too small......

Ning Ze looked at it, unconsciously, tears flowed down his face, he was inexplicably moved, moved by this spirit of more than life, more than hard work, there are many more, he couldn't be moved.

At the end of the battle, everyone was enjoying the peace after the battle, the wild lions enjoyed their results, while the reckless bulls, just enjoying the bland, they did not have the idea of revenge, they were preparing for the battle all the time, but they never took the initiative to attack.

Ning Ze returned to the territory with the Niu family of eight, they needed to rest, the five reckless cows lay down one after another, the calves were also tired, and the drive of the wild lion made them tired, and they began to rest.

At night, it is safest for the mangniu.

The Lions had exhausted all their strength in the afternoon battle, and they needed time to recuperate, and they would probably be able to recover tomorrow evening before they could launch another hunt.

Ning Ze's clothes are also rotten, his shoes are torn, his hair is scattered, and there is a smell of sweat on his body, it is really uncomfortable, forget it, today is only the first day, and you have to stick to it......

He silently unpacked his luggage, took out dry food, ate it, and was a little thirsty, he didn't know if there was any danger by the lake, so he had to endure it and wait for tomorrow.

Ning Ze gently walked to the calf, next to a calf, sat down cross-legged, and slowly mobilized the dripping true qi, just like he thought, the water vapor on the shore of Weiming Lake was extremely rich, with the difficult operation of the exercises, a large amount of water vapor gathered towards him, forming a water vapor belt, Ning Ze was shrouded in water vapor, and the water vapor penetrated into his body, slowly nourishing the injured meridians.

The calves fell asleep and began to move, they felt very comfortable next to Ning Ze, and they all involuntarily leaned over, and when they woke up at dawn, Ning Ze found him sitting cross-legged between the three bull heads, he actually fell asleep yesterday, this was the only night that was not tormented by pain.