Primitive Tribe Adventure

Mu Yang had to take back the knife that had split to Fengyun Mianmen.

Under normal circumstances, the knife can indeed reach a speed faster than the body's movement, but once the strength is exhausted, the speed will inevitably drop significantly.

The speed of the knife in his hand was originally inferior to the speed of Fengyun's movement, and when his strength was exhausted, it was even more unlikely that the attack would succeed.

Once the attack failed, Mu Yang didn't stop there. He took the knife back and immediately started the second attack.

The first attack failed, he was still somewhat unconvinced, because he didn't know the strength of Feng Yun, his attack was tentative, and he didn't use his full strength.

This time he exerted all his strength, not only to defeat Fengyun, but also to thoroughly wash away the humiliation he brought him.

With a wave of his right arm, the knife was gone, and when it appeared again, it was already less than three inches away from Fengyun's neck.

If this knife is seen by other people, it will definitely not help but cheer secretly. Not only is it extremely fast, but the knife is extremely strange.

By the time the attacker found the location of the knife, it was too late, and there was no way to hide even if he wanted to hide.

A trace of pride appeared in Mu Yang's eyes, he didn't believe Feng Yun could avoid it this time.

The Shadowless Knife is his stunt, he has spent countless hardships and sweat to develop, and it is also the confidence that he can become the strongest fighter of the Baicao tribe.

He himself did not remember how many enemies he dared to covet the Baicao tribe with it.

However, in the next instant, the complacency in his eyes solidified.

When he wanted to come, the situation that could not happen at all happened again.

When the blade was three inches away from Fengyun's neck, it seemed to be inexplicably stagnated, and could no longer get close.

After the second attack failed, Mu Yang didn't give up, swung his knife and slashed frantically towards Fengyun.

If he launched an attack this time to prove himself, his subsequent attacks were pure venting.

At this time, his attack seemed a little messy, just like his heart.

Of course, it is impossible for him to attack Fengyun with such an attack.

Feng Yun's brows gradually frowned.

Mu Yang tested his strength, which he could understand.

The witch is too important to a tribe, and no mistake is allowed. He naturally has to make sure that he has the strength to protect the witch before he can give her to him with peace of mind.

But in Fengyun's view, his first two attacks were enough.

His two attacks have basically revealed his strength and achieved his purpose of temptation, but he still kept coming after two consecutive failures, which seemed a bit unreasonable.

Feng Yun was ready to end this farce, but before he shot it, he still looked at the witch and wanted to get some instructions from her.

After all, Mu Yang is a member of the Baicao tribe. The most important thing is that he is asking for help now. If Mu Yang gets into a more embarrassing situation, it will be a bit wrong after all.

But if you can get instructions from the witch, it's completely different.

Fengyun was disappointed.

The witch didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, she avoided his gaze, her face also appeared extremely calm, and Gu Jing Wubo received any suggestive information at all.

Feng Yun still made a decision. He stretched out his right hand and stretched out his middle **** to clamp Mu Yang's blade like a clip.

His movements are not fast, and his shots seem to be quite casual. It seems that what he wants to clamp is not a fast-moving sharp bone knife, but a small branch.

Muyang was angry.

"what……"

He let out a low growl, leaned forward to Fengyun, and slashed his chest and abdomen with a knife.

He is desperate, using the forward speed to increase the speed of his swing.

It's a pity that his roar was only halfway out, and the second half was stuck in his throat and couldn't come out.

Feng Yun's **** protruded to accomplish something that was impossible to accomplish in Muyang. They actually clamped his knife.

Not so, they stopped his knife at the same time they were holding it, and they could no longer move anymore, and the force that had nowhere to vent recoiled back, causing his chest to heat up, which was very uncomfortable.

Mu Yang's gaze toward Feng Yun changed, his shame and anger faded, and his awe began to thicken.

He has to admit that compared with Fengyun, his strength is indeed far worse.

When Feng Yun used his **** to clamp his knife, he felt a strong humiliation, but when his fingers were really reaching his hand, he did not dare to neglect at all.

When Feng Yun's fingers approached quickly, he gave up his original attack target, and instead cut Feng Yun's fingers, wanting him to take the initiative to retreat.

In Mu Yang's mind, the latter seemed more important than attacking Feng Yun's body and avoiding his fingers.

Even if the former is successful, it can only prove that his strength is not worse than Fengyun, while the latter can save him the last trace of face, at least he let Fengyun's intention not come true.

However, Feng Yun's **** seemed to have special magical powers, and they seemed to look casually. When Mu Yang discovered something was wrong, the knife in his hand was caught by them.

Mu Yang was a little confused about how Feng Yun did it, because he didn't see clearly either.

It was like a fault in his memory. The only memory he had was Fengyun’s fingers quickly approaching the knife in his hand. He tried his best to fight back, and then his knife was clamped. As for how the knife was clamped, he simply no impression.

"Accepted."

Feng Yun released his fingers and turned to look at the witch.

"Yun, you..."

Mu Yang was ready to directly raise the doubts in his heart, and let Fengyun give the answer.

At this time, his mentality was different, and he no longer felt ashamed of losing to Feng Yun.

Through this match, he had already fully realized the power of Fengyun.

If he loses to someone whose strength is similar to his, he will still be unconvinced, but if the opponent's strength is too much stronger than him, even if the two are not at the same level, then it's another matter.

"Muyang, enough. Go on. Do all the things I explained."

Mu Yang's words were interrupted by the witch.

She obviously misunderstood him, thinking that after he lost to Fengyun, she was embarrassed and ready to continue to trouble him.

"Witch, I..."

"Stop talking. Go on."

The witch interrupted Mu Yang again.

"Yes. Wug, I will make arrangements now."

Mu Yang didn't insist anymore, bowed to the witch and walked out.

When passing by Feng Yun's side, his footsteps stopped for a while, and he whispered: "Yun, your strength is too strong, I hope I have the opportunity to ask you more."

"It must be accompanied."

Feng Yun didn't feel any resentment from Mu Yang's expression, and only admired him, and readily agreed to his request.

Although he defeated Mu Yang, his heart was not the contempt and indifference of the winner to the loser. On the contrary, he still had some admiration for him.

The Shadowless Knife that he used to attack him for the second time really surprised him. It was indeed very mysterious and greatly exceeded his expectations.

If it weren't for his strength to be much stronger than the opponent, he and Mu Yang were at the same level, and even if he was a bit higher than his strength, he would not be able to avoid his stab at all.

Therefore, to some extent, the Shadowless Knife should be considered a stunt.

Realizing this, Feng Yun couldn't help itching in his heart, and wanted to learn it.

He has already seen that Shadowless Knife belongs to an attack method in which the stronger the user, the stronger the attack power will be.

In other words, if he uses the Shadowless Knife, there will be a very large surge in power.

After Mu Yang cast the Shadowless Sword, Feng Yun had also performed a deduction in his mind, trying to figure out its secret, but he failed to do so.

In the simulation in his mind, it seems that there is already a look, but he is very clear that it is just a similarity. If you want to truly exert its power, you must get its essence.

To do this, he must know the trick.

But how can Muyang take the initiative to speak out the trick?

This question stumped Fengyun, but Mu Yang's initiative to invite him gave him hope.

"Yun, I hope you can forgive Mu Yang for his recklessness. He is actually not malicious."

After leaving Muyang, the witch apologized to Fengyun.

"Wu, don't worry. I don't care about it. Mu Yang will move forward, just want to test me to see if I have the ability to protect the integrity of Wu and Mulanzhi girl."

"Okay. Now that you understand it yourself, then I won't say much. Let's go."

The witch gave a relieved smile, turned her head and nodded to Mulanzhi.

Mulanzhi immediately walked to the back room, but she walked out soon.

In one hand, she carried a huge back basket, which was full of things, but covered with a piece of leather, and couldn't see what was inside. In the other hand she held three pieces of fur that looked like a cloak.

The witch took a piece of fur from Mulanzhi and put it on.

It is very wide, covering her figure completely, and there is a hood-like thing at the top, which can be worn on the head and is very long.

In this way, it not only grabbed her white hair, but also plunged her face into a shadow. If she didn't get close, she couldn't see her appearance at all.

Even if she is closer, as long as she lowers her head, it is very difficult to see her appearance clearly.

Mulanzhi also put on a piece of fur.

She handed the last piece to Feng Yun's hands, motioning him to put it on too.

"This back basket contains medicinal materials for the treatment of diseases, and you need your help to carry it. Laneige and I have to take some other things."

The witch pointed at the bag.

"this is necessary."

Feng Yun walked over, bent over, inserted his arms into the straps of the bag, and stood up.

The back basket has some weight, but with Fengyun's current strength, it is nothing at all.

"Let's go."

The witch nodded to Fengyun and Mulanzhi, and walked outside the house.

Feng Yun followed the witch and walked out of the door. Mulanzhi closed the door and secured it with a bolt.

When they came downstairs, the witch and Mulanzhi stopped again.

Feng Yun also stopped to see what they were going to do.

Mulanzhi opened a door on the left side of the first floor and took out two huge baskets from inside, one size bigger than the one on Fengyun's body, but the inside was empty.

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