"Sure enough, it's two!"

Following the direction of Mangjun's angry gaze, another pair of erratic golden pupils finally appeared in mid-air on the other side of the mountain forest, different from the one on the other side who had been staring at him for a long time, this golden mangs drew an arc in the air, and was approaching his side at an extremely fast speed. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Although Mang Jun can be regarded as Hao Chen's pet, it has never participated in any battle, and the threatening hiss just now can be regarded as Mang Jun's first battle in front of him.

Therefore, Hao Chen didn't know at all what the combat power of an elf head was, but since they sat on the head of the spirits of the Eight Temple Mountains, they must have their own outstanding strengths.

"Do you see what it is?"

The shadows of the trees were dense, the moonlight was already dim, and then most of them were blocked by the shadows and leaves, and from a distance, the pair of golden eyes that came at a rapid speed were just like ghosts floating in mid-air, except for getting closer and closer to themselves, they couldn't capture any appearance at all.

Even if his five senses were fully opened, Hao Chen could only rely on the faint sound of the fan in the air to constantly eliminate it in his mind.

It doesn't look like running, because there is no movement of four or both feet on the leaves.

Instead of jumping, the rattling of the branches will be more pronounced.

He suddenly had an idea, and finally thought of the source of this fan-like movement, wings!

The arc drawn by the golden pupils is matched with flapping wings.

That's right! The spirit head on the other side that was rushing towards him at high speed was one, and these two spirit heads were birds!

It's just that one is already standing on the tree and quietly observing, while the other is rushing from a distance.

Hao Chen immediately informed Mang Jun of his discovery.

"It's not the same species!" Mang Jun took two steps back, the same elixir, it could feel the different breaths conveyed by these two sides, two completely opposite breaths.

"This strange feeling ......"

So it concentrated its essence on the end of its nose, sniffed the left, sniffed the right, and finally these two of its own essence heads that were pinched at 90 degrees finally appeared in Mangjun's sensitive nose.

"A mourning crow and ...... A report magpie head!" After judging, even Mang Jun himself was stunned, and he concentrated his mind again and again to verify it, but every time the breath it felt was completely consistent.

The different bird flavors on the other side are indeed from crows and magpies.

After listening to Mangjun's judgment, Hao Chen was not as surprised as Mangjun, anyway, he had never believed in the difference between mourning and good news, and even in his eyes, the only difference between these two birds was that one was a solid color wind, the other was a mix and match wind, nothing more.

As soon as Mang Jun finished speaking, he saw that the spirit head that did not stop and rushed all the way rushed out of the gap in the forest with its wings.

I saw this mourning blackhead, nearly 1 meter long, wingspan more than one person wide, golden light flashing in the golden pupils, huge foot grip as sharp as a knife, palm width looks much larger than the palm of a human hand, out of the forest, it flapped its wings twice, swished, through the top of everyone's heads.

The black head's eyes swept over the two people and a cat under him, and he didn't even bother to make a whistling sound, his wings were stunned, and he rushed into the air without hesitation, and then immediately retracted his wings, turned the direction directly, and aimed his beak straight at the position where Mangjun was standing, and rushed down like a bullet.

Seeing that the mourning crow did not greet and attacked directly, Mang Jun immediately turned around, raised his head, sharp teeth bared out from the corners of his mouth, the muscles of his hind legs were tense, and he had enough strength, and the tips of his claws also flashed with cold light and stretched out the claw pads, just waiting for this crow head to swoop down to close range, scratch its body and pounce it on the ground.

Whoosh, the moment the funeral was announced, he swooped down to a place about three meters away from the head of the black cat Mangjun, and the wind howling over was like a whistle, sharp and piercing.

Hao Chen subconsciously took two steps back and furrowed his eyebrows, this was the first time he had seen a cat and a bird fight since he was so old, but the two sides of the fight were the first of the spirits and spirits of one side, and this specification and shock value were more than three or five levels higher than that of small animals in an instant.

Seeing it rushing to him, Mangjun immediately stretched his tense hind leg muscles as quickly as springs, kicked his paws the ground, stood up, and his whole body jumped into the air, facing the posture of the mourning crow rushing down.

The nails of its front claws popped out instantly, and the moonlight reflected the cold light, and with the momentum of the bounce, the front paws swung violently, and scratched the head of the mourning crow swooping down.

But just when Mangjun's cat's claws were about to approach, this mourning blackhead suddenly spread its wings, poofed, and instantly stopped its entire body in mid-air and pulled it up, and at the same time the sharp bird's claws opened instantly, just waiting for Mangjun's blow to miss and gravity sank, a claw kicked on it.

With a snort, Mang Jun scratched the air with one claw, only to see its entire body fall down with the movement of the claw, just giving the mourning crow who was still stopped in mid-air a chance.

"Not good!" Hao Chen couldn't take his eyes off it, but seeing that Mang Jun was about to suffer, he immediately picked up the Ziyan in his hand and slashed down behind the mourning leader.

But before he could take a step, he was blocked by Qin Ji Wuyan.

"Look good! This is your cat, don't you still trust it?" Qin Ji glanced at Hao Chen, who was already a little anxious in his eyes, and smiled slightly.

At the same time that Hao Chen was being dragged, the mourning crow swooped down again, and the bird's claws ran towards Mangjun's back and clawed down.

Suddenly there was a "snap".

Mangjun, who was supposed to be at a disadvantage and was about to be injured by the mourning blackhead, suddenly threw his body into a ball, so that the claws of the mourning blackhead, just about to catch its fur, the tail flung straight on the body of the mourning blackhead by inertia.

In an instant, the mourning crow head was whipped by its tail and flew out dozens of meters, and the huge bird's body was wrapped in the wind, and it flew out from the top of the two people's heads, more like a bullet than the speed of its own dive just now, and crashed into a tree pole.

But fortunately, when it was just a few centimeters away from the trunk of the tree, the mourning crow opened its wings again and forced itself to stop in the air, then it shook its head, suspended in the air and looked at Mangjun, and as soon as it turned around, it stood on the branch of this tree.

Call...... Call...... Mang Jun rolled on the ground, immediately stood up, and continued to look at the opposite side vigilantly, and was pulled out by himself.

And at this time, he has been standing behind all the people, standing on the high trunk of the magpie, leaning his neck, and quacking three times, it feels like seeing the funeral head being beaten, and he is very happy.

"It'...... Is this laughing?" Hao Chen turned his head to look at Mang Jun, who was still on guard, with a puzzled expression.

"Uh...... Yes, it's laughing at the mourning blackhead, and I'm stunned by my tail......"