Gu Feng was only seventeen years old a few months away, but his strength was indeed quite amazing. No wonder he was called the number one hunter of the young generation of Da Cliff. ￡∝

Facing Gu Feng's attack, the black dragon with a sneer on his face was already full of sweat on his forehead. Facing Gu Feng's long stick attacking like a storm, he was in a very embarrassing way.

At this moment, he felt very angry. Why didn’t he attack first? Instead, he gave this kid a chance;

But the Black Dragon also knew that he was afraid that even if he attacked first, he would not be able to defeat the opponent, but he would not be so passive!

"Dong!"

Not long after, the black dragon was swept by Gu Feng's calves, and he staggered down and fell to the ground. Gu Feng stared at him and kicked him out of the circle;

Seeing the black dragon rolling outside the circle, the wolf-toothed witch looked at the side that only burned one-third of the incense stick. Her eyes jumped slightly and she said in a faint voice: "Gu Fengsheng, the Dazai Tribe!"

Looking at Gu Feng proudly throwing the stick in his hand, slowly walking back to the scene, the people beside the bonfire all had a faint look of shock in their eyes.

"This kid from the Dazai Tribe is so amazing... he defeated his opponent so quickly!"

"This kid from the Black Mountain Tribe is not weak, he was defeated so quickly... Daya Tribe has really produced a powerful kid this time!"

Hearing the shocked discussions around everyone, Gu Mo's face was full of pride. He reached out and patted Gu Feng's shoulder next to him, and glanced proudly at Mu Yong who was not far away.

Mu Yong was grinning at this time, looking indifferent.

As if stimulated by Gu Feng, the next battle between the Qingmu tribe and the Rock Eagle tribe became more and more intense.

But although it was intense, it took a stick of incense, and both of them were seriously injured. After the wolf-toothed witch judged that the Aoki Tribe won, the young hunter of the Aoki Tribe walked back to his house with a bloodshot on the corner of his mouth.

"Aya... Be careful, don't be hurt!" Although he was very concerned, Mu Yong's face was not worried. Since this kid was not even afraid of the wind wolf, could he lose to the small man in the Black Mountain Tribe?

Because of the stimulation of alcohol and still being hot, Fang Luoya stood up and walked towards the field shakingly.

After standing up, a cool night breeze blew, which made Fang Luoya, who was a little hot all over, feel a little bit more comfortable.

Standing in the scene, Fang Luoya smiled and looked at the thin young man with a gloomy face opposite him. He looked at the pile of wooden sticks next to him. Without thinking too much, he reached out to grab two short sticks.

Although he drank wine, it did not affect Fang Luoya's thinking too much. He knew that his strength was not too outstanding; his strength was that he was far beyond the perception and reaction speed of others; otherwise he would not be good at such difficult techniques as killing with one blow...

This is not a murder. He did not choose a long stick that opened and closed, but chose two short sticks three feet long; such short sticks are more suitable for close combat.

Seeing Fang Luoya choose two short sticks, the black crow from the Heishan tribe opposite showed a grim smile on his face, and then he also reached out to grab two short sticks;

As an existence that is not the strong type, he is not good at power either; his body is flexible and quick movements are what he is best at.

This time, Black Crow is naturally unique in being able to fight as one of the three people in the Black Mountain Tribe; he is quite confident in close combat.

"Hehe...boy, come on... If you kill you, we can guarantee that two people will enter the second round!" The black crow said with a grim smile: "Come on, let me tell you how to play with this kind of close hunting?"

Jiang Yuan shook his head vigorously, dispelling a hint of dizziness in his mind, and then burped loudly;

"Huh... this kid has drunk a lot, Taomeng...you can really do it!" The man sitting next to Taomeng heard Fang Luoya's burp, and remembered Fang Luoya's way of walking just now, and couldn't help but smile with a smile.

"No, right? Tao Meng...you let this kid drink?" At this time, the hunter from another wolf-tooth tribe not far away, said in surprise: "This kid still has some hope, but he chose a short stick. How can he fight now?"

"Oh... don't worry, this kid killed a storm wolf by himself. Even if he drinks wine, he can win!" Tao Meng was also a little embarrassed at this time. He originally thought Fang Luoya would choose a long stick, and he directly knocked down the other party down with great force; but he didn't expect Fang Luoya to choose a short stick;

"Really or false?" Many people next to him heard this, and their faces were full of surprise and suspicion, and then looked at the field.

Fang Luoya shook the short stick in his hand, looked at the smug smile on the opposite side, and snorted coldly: "Why are there so much nonsense!"

He bounced up, and two short sticks in his hand brought out two sounds of breaking the wind, and then slashed towards the black crow opposite him.

The black crow's face changed, and his figure flashed, and he swung his stick and hit Fang Luoya's two blows.

"Tu Tu" As the two sticks intersected, feeling the hands trembled suddenly, Fang Luoya dragged his hands and slashed the two sticks diagonally towards the black crow.

The black crow was indeed very strong in close combat; he easily blocked Fang Luoya's two sticks with a wave of his hand, but his face gradually became solemn, and he no longer had the first contempt.

In this way, after the two of them attacked each other, Fang Luoya's breathing sound gradually became heavier; the originally suppressed wine began to gradually rise, and even his steps began to whirl up.

Looking at Fang Luoya's appearance, a hint of excitement and pride appeared in Black Crow's eyes. After drinking so much wine, this kid dared to come up to play with him. He was purely ignorant of his life and death. It seemed that he would win.

He immediately tightened his hands and accelerated his attack towards Fang Luoya.

Facing the accelerated attack by Black Crow, Luo Ya suddenly couldn't handle it. The situation turned straight and began to be suppressed by Black Crow.

Looking at Fang Luoya's shaking appearance on the field, not only Tao Meng's face began to look ugly, but even Tong Gu's face next to Mu Yong suddenly became gloomy.

"Mu Yong, you damn guy... let A Ya drink so much wine, okay... Now it's okay!" Tong Gu said to Mu Yong in anger.

"That... it's okay, it should be okay... My Aya can fight the Flying Wolf alone..." Mu Yong was also embarrassed at this time, and his heart began to feel a little nervous, and he said secretly: "Aya, don't lose. If he loses, Wu Zhi knows that I'll make you drunk and you have to trouble me..."

Gu Mo, who was not far away, snorted secretly and glanced at Mu Yong, thinking that if something went wrong, then you, Mu Yong, were asked by him.

However, Kaping and Lei Lang looked at the anxious look on the court, fearing that Fang Luoya would be defeated like this.

Fang Luoya gradually realized something was wrong at this time, but at this time, his drunkenness was already rising; it was too late to cheer up.
Chapter completed!