Domineering Peasant Girl is Not Easy To Mess With

   Chapter 652 A Trick

   The six people on both sides looked at each other, and flames flickered in their eyes, and the aura of fighting skyrocketed.

The Qingteng Department, Shange Department, etc. are not interested in the rankings of the comparison test at all. In other words, with Wanshanbao and Jiuli people there, they can't do anything at all, so the atmosphere between the four departments is very good. Peaceful.

   It was quickly negotiated that the Qingteng tribe would face the Shange tribe, and the Umu tribe would fight the Yanniu tribe.

  The Jiuli people were humiliated by Mo Yunshen and Mu Qingli, and they couldn't wait to play. If they wanted to win the game, they slapped Wanshanbao in the face, and immediately said, "Let's come first!"

  The warriors of the Jiuli tribe were looking at Zhou Dali and Zhao Dong when they said this. As for Xiaoluan, no one looked at him. The three of you pushed me and no one would fight against Xiaoluan.

   Zhou Dali and Zhao Dong, as well as everyone in Wanshanbao, all smirked and sneered in their hearts, letting the Jiuli people make fun, waiting to see how they would make a fool of themselves.

   Zhou Dali and Zhao Dong couldn't allow the three Jiuli people to look down on Xiaoluan so much. The two looked at each other, and Zhou Dali smiled and said, "I dare to ask the three, who is the strongest?"

   A particularly burly man with bulging muscles on his arms stepped forward, patted his chest and laughed wildly: "Of course it's me, Li Shifang, why, you want to fight against me?"

   Zhou Dali smiled, pointed to the other person, and said, "I will fight against him. Since you are the strongest, naturally leave it to the strongest person in our team to fight."

   "Yes! We are very self-aware!" Zhao Dong also smiled and chose another person to be his opponent.

  Li Shifang was stunned for a moment, frowned, looked at Xiaoluan with disgust, and sneered in disdain: "Can a weak chicken be compared to an eagle?"

Li Meijiao couldn't help but giggled and laughed: "You Wanshanbao are really interesting! Li Shifang, since this is what others mean, you can agree to it, even if you can't win, it's your own responsibility. Looking for it, I can't blame you!"

   Patriarch Jiuli and Li Kuan couldn't help laughing, and looked at Xiaoluan mockingly.

   Mu Qingli and the others were too lazy to laugh or say anything, Mo Yunshen waved his hand: "Let's start!"

   arguing with such a person is simply lowering your IQ!

Xiao Luan was not afraid at all, and didn't feel that there was anything wrong with being stared at by the people of the Jiuli people. Let's compare!"

  Li Shifang laughed wildly: "Boy, if you're afraid, just say it, delaying is not a good way!"

  Xiaoluan gave him a contemptuous look, ignored him, stepped back, and made room for Zhou Dashan and the others.

   Li Shifang was very boring, he snorted coldly and gave Xiaoluan a blank look without saying anything. How dare such a weak chicken dare to despise him? Later he will let him know what strength is!

   Zhou Dali was the first to play. The Jiuli tribe desperately needed a victory to save face. As soon as the competition began, the Jiuli warriors rushed towards Zhou Dali with a loud fist.

  Everyone lives in the forest, and the main source of food is hunting. However, how can the beasts in the isolated forest be compared to the beasts in the outside world?

After    Zhou Dali and others were trained by Mo Yunshen, they had gone through countless experiences in the big forest, and had hunted and killed many behemoths.

  Compared with the behemoths in the big forest, it is not an exaggeration to say that one is equal to ten.

   Even if the warriors of the Jiuli tribe can fight a tiger with their bare hands, so what? It is impossible to be the opponent of Zhou Dali and others!

People who deeply hated the Jiuli tribe did not remember to fight, and they were still arrogant and arrogant on their own territory. Zhou Dali shot to meet the enemy, but he did not show any sympathy. Facing the menacing and unstoppable blow, everyone gasped and exclaimed in worry. In the sound, he raised his fists instead of retreating, and he was in a stance of confronting the opponent head-on.

Except for Wanshanbao's own people, the rest of the people were dumbfounded and couldn't help exclaiming, but the exclamations of the Jiuli people were filled with excitement and anticipation, while the Qingteng Department, Shange Department and other people all changed their color for Zhou. Worry vigorously.

With the sound of "Bang!", the two fists slammed into each other fiercely. The sound of the two colliding made everyone feel pain. .

   Do you still need to watch it? The brave man who meets on a narrow road wins, no need to ask that this brave man must be a warrior of the Jiuli tribe. People's body and fist are much bigger than Zhou Dali's.

   Accompanied by a shrill scream, one person was knocked out and fell heavily to the ground.

   Everyone sighed in their hearts - what a pity, what a pity!

   "Aliao! How are you?"

"This is impossible!"

"how so!"

   Until the unbelievable screams of the Jiuli people came from their ears, everyone was startled, and Fang Huishen hurriedly looked up.

   I saw that the giant pine was standing on the field, still standing firmly, but the Jiuli warrior who attacked arrogantly flew out and fell to the ground, and several people were rushing to help him up.

   Everyone here in Wanshan Fort was happy, and couldn't help applauding and cheering. The Qingteng Department and others saw it, and they couldn't help but smile and cheered with a smile, which made the Jiuli people even more annoyed.

The Jiuli warrior named Aliao might not be reconciled to being punched out like this, but after struggling to be helped up, he immediately threw off the crowd, stared at Zhou Dali with rage, and shouted: "You guys It's all out of the way, it's not over yet, I can still fight!"

   Zhou Dali laughed lightly and said lightly: "You shot just now, now you also take my punch!" He punched and rushed over.

  Aliao sneered slightly, leaning flexibly to avoid his fists, and swept his leg towards Zhou Dali's waist like the wind.

   Where can Zhou Dali be hit by him? Strangely, he walked to the side to avoid his legs, the punch did not diminish, it just turned a corner, and hit Aliao's vest with lightning speed.

It's slow to say, but in fact, the two people's second move was completed in an instant. Everyone only felt a flower in front of them. Aliao screamed again, jumped forward, and fell on the ground and fell. Dogs eat mud.

   "Good! Good job!"

   "Beautiful! The warriors of Wanshanbao are amazing!"

   "As expected of an overseas bereaved family!"

  The crowd cheered, regardless of whether the faces of the Jiuli people were ugly or not.

   Zhou Dali didn't give the opponent a chance to get up again. He stepped on his back and shouted, "You lost!"

  Alia was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood, and struggled hard to get up. Zhou Dali stepped on his vest and shouted again: "You lost! Can you admit defeat?"

  Aliao naturally refused. He was furious in his heart and struggled desperately, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get up.

   (end of this chapter)