I Am a Chief in a Primitive Tribe

In front of the gun, came to a clearing.

The soldiers in the Blue Bird Club were all nervous, looking at the gun and hesitating to say something.

But Da Jiang's warriors were there, one by one, looking at them as if they were watching a show.

Bai Yue even asked Lihu in a low voice: "Uncle Lihu, how many times do you think the warchief can beat him down?"

Lihu looked worried and said, "Get down?"

He thought for a while and said, "Look, this gun is so strong, it would be nice if the chief can beat him?"

The King Li on the side was not stingy about his words at this time, and said with a sneer: "Even I can't beat the warchief, this one called the gun is looking for a fight!"

"You can't beat it!" Lihu was shocked without knowing it.

"Yeah!" Li Wang nodded, with a calm expression on his face.

"Have you fought with the warchief?" Lihu frowned, "When did it happen?"

King Li scratched his head: "Forget, anyway, the strength of the warchief is definitely not as great as mine, but no matter whether it's empty-handed or holding a weapon, I can't touch him. If it's life and death--"

He did not go on, but a trace of panic appeared on his face.

Lihu frowned: "How is it?"

Bai Yue smiled and said, "If he is fighting life and death, he still can't get close to the body of the warchief."

Lihu was shocked and said, "Could it be the reason that the warchief was holding the spear and you got the sledgehammer?"

Li Wang shook his head: "I can kill other people with two hammers even if they carry a bamboo!"

"Two hammers?" Bai Yue asked a seemingly inconsequential remark.

King Li snorted coldly: "Open the bamboo pole with one hammer and kill people with one hammer!"

Lihu frowned and asked, "Just like that, you can't get close to the warchief?"

Li Wang shook his head: "I can't get close. Although he is not as strong as mine, he is not too weak. If I can't break his weapon with a single hammer, there will be nothing to do."

"Then you don't need weapons?" Lihu asked again, "Isn't it a melee battle?"

Li Wang shook his head again: "I can't catch him up close, he has become slippery than the eel in the moat."

Having said that, he still had a calm face, without a look of discomfort.

As if losing to Mu Feng is justified.

Lihu's face was shocked, and when he looked at the gun, his face was gloating...

Imprinting the gun stood still in the clearing, looked back at Mu Feng, and babbled: "Warchief, let me say ok first, this matter has nothing to do with my Blue Bird Club. Since you are going to marry Changning, I am not happy, but neither Will oppose it. But fighting is what you want!"

Then he added another sentence: "Don't worry, I will keep it!"

Mu Feng laughed: "You just let go and come over!"

After a pause, he also added: "If you didn't see you as my elder brother, and said this again, I would have beaten you into a pig!"

"Pig head?" The gun was stunned for a moment, but there was no response.

But he is not so stupid enough to talk, at least there is nothing to talk about with the "pig".

He nodded: "Then you can't blame me!"

As he said, the seal spear rushed forward directly, smashed against Mu Feng with his big fist.

high speed.

Mu Feng just stood still, as if he didn't react.

All the Blue Bird fighters exclaimed, they must drink the Zhiyin gun and don't be impulsive, after all, that is the great chieftain of Jiang!

"What to do, the chief has acted on the chieftain of Da Jiang!"

"I'm out of luck in the blue bird club with the boss!"

"What if the chieftain is blamed?"

There was a lot of discussion in the crowd, all worried that the printing gun was not serious and hurting the wind.

On the contrary, each of Da Jiang's warriors were still there, sitting on the horses, and they didn't even look worried.

The printing gun had rushed to Mu Feng, and his fist hit Mu Feng's chest.

Mu Feng who "just" reacted, smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth: "It's just fast!"

"Huh?" Before the gun could react, he noticed that his wrist was grabbed by Mu Feng.

He panicked, his eyes narrowed: "Why so fast!"

However, Mu Feng was talking while putting one hand on the wrist of the imprint gun and squeezed it tightly, and he seemed to think that he was too slow to pull a hand toward him, and then he turned his back to the imprint gun, without waiting for the imprint gun to react with the other hand. Already stretched out, and grabbed the wrist of the imprint gun, one bent over his waist, turned the imprint gun directly over his head from behind, and then fell to the ground on his back!

Mu Feng himself rubbed his teeth with a "hiss" sound, and he felt pain for the gun!

"Ah!" the imprint gun that was thrown over suddenly cried out painfully.

"Huh?" All the Bluebird soldiers also exclaimed.

"what happened?"

"How did the leader get to the ground?"

"Did any of you see clearly..."

But Jiang's fighters here started talking one by one, tusk.

"You tell me, who can avoid the back fall just now?"

"Brother Hanshu, can you avoid it?"

"roll!"

"Haha, I am relieved to see you like this!"

"You brat itchy skin from time to time..."

The gun here immediately got up from the ground, rubbed his shoulders, and showed war intent in his eyes: "Come again!"

Mu Feng smiled and nodded, and hooked him: "You come, you come!"

The printing gun rushed over again, but this time it was in person.

Mu Feng curled his mouth and turned to the side. He didn't even use his hands. He directly swept his heels with a "sweeping leg".

Not surprisingly, the printing gun fell on his back again.

Mu Feng only felt a little ashamed. This printed gun made it clear that he was only relying on strength and speed, but he had kung fu.

"Ouch!" The gun fell on his back again.

Everyone laughed, including Da Jiang and the fighters from the Blue Bird Club.

Da Jiang's soldier was overwhelmed with a smile and spear, and laughed at him both times and fell on his back.

The soldiers in the Blue Bird Club were gloating one by one, and even saw signs of being at a disadvantage when they saw the guns.

There was even a bluebird fighter who clapped his hands and laughed: "Good fall, good fall!"

There was also the bluebird warrior roaring: "Warchief, you are going to be harder, so he won't be convinced!"

"Warchief, hit him!"

"Yes, hit him!"

There was another burst of laughter in the crowd.

Mu Feng, who was about to stop, froze for a moment, then turned his head and smiled at the Blue Bird Warrior and said, "Okay!"

Then he looked at the imprint gun that had just gotten up from the ground, and grinned: "Uncle, it seems that beating you is what everyone expects!"

"Big Uncle..." Before the words of the gun were heard, he saw Mu Feng rushing over.

What catches the eye is Mu Feng's brilliant smiling face.

"Brother, give you a stamp!" Mu Feng grinned and smirked, slamming his fists into his eye sockets.

Of course, Mu Feng kept his hands.

"Ah!" Yin Qiang cried out, eagerly wanting to retreat.

How could Mu Feng make him wish, grabbed him by the collar, and punched the other eye socket.

Then he backed away quickly, hugging his chest and laughing.

Not only Mu Feng, but also the Bluebird soldiers laughed one by one.

I saw the imprint gun glaring at them with a pair of huge "panda eyes": "What are you laughing at!"

"Haha, good fight!" Someone cheered.

"Look at him, the boss has a pair of iron-eater eyes!" Someone roared.

"Chief, leader, are you convinced now?" Someone teased.

The rest of the people are even more booing and wanting to be more aggressive, obviously because they are not afraid of big things when watching the excitement.

The soldiers on the general's side already couldn't laugh, and they all sat down and laughed.

"Iron-eater?" Mu Feng's eyes lit up, frowning and murmured, taking notes in his heart.

Only then did Yin Gun react, trying to cover his eyes, but he grinned in pain.

He mumbled: "It's really ruthless to start!"

Mu Feng laughed and shook his fists: "Uncle, can you still fight?"

"Big Uncle..." Yin Qian didn't understand what this meant, but waved his hand again and again, "No more fight, no more fight!"

It looks like it is clearly regrettable.

He looked upset, without a trace of jealousy, and said to Mu Feng relievedly: "Great, Chief Chief, now I am happy!"

Only then did Mu Feng loose his fist, walked slowly in front of him, stretched out his hand to point at him, and wanted to heal him.

The printed gun wakes up and retreats.

Mu Feng smiled and said, "Don't worry, I will treat you!"

Unexpectedly, the gun shook his head: "No, if you lose, you lose, and it's useful to keep it!"

Mu Feng accident.

The look of the gun is not too hard to let go. He nodded and said seriously: "That's good!"

As for what he said is useful, what is the use?

Mu Feng, who didn't understand, shook his head, and stopped thinking about it.

Only then did Yin Gun pat the dirt on his body, and respectfully said to the Mufeng: "Please come back to the Blue Bird Club with me!"

At this time, there was no resistance at all, and his face was full of joy.

Mu Feng was greatly admired.

He thought for a while and said, "Wait a minute!"

The gun was puzzled: "What's the matter?"

Mu Feng smiled and said, "Can you show me your bone knife!"

The seal gun did not hesitate, took out the bone knife and handed it to Mu Feng.

Mu Feng held it in his hand and saw that it was covered with a faint red color, which was clearly caused by blood soaking.

In addition to the blood stains, there were a little gap in it, and I didn't know how many beasts and enemies were killed.

The blade was still covered with a faint smell.

Mu Feng is respectful, for this magnanimous warrior.

He pondered and said, "Can this knife be given to me?"

The gun was accidentally printed, but he nodded his head solemnly: "Yes, it is my honor to send it to the warchief!"

Mu Feng admired the magnanimity of the seal gun again, nodded, turned to Baiyue and said, "Baiyue, get a golden knife!"

"Yes!"

Mu Feng took the over one meter long, thick and wide iron knife with moiré pattern, and handed it to the stamping gun with both hands: "In return, this golden knife will be given to you!"

Yin Qiang was already trembling all over, and the eyes in the black eye sockets became more and more busy.

He knelt on one knee, raised his hands over the top, and shouted loudly, "Thank you Chief Chief!"

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