Primitive Tribe Adventure

"Sure enough, I didn't expect it!"

Feng Yun poked his head from behind a small dirt bag and looked at the two groups of people rushing out of the stronghold, with a trace of pride in his eyes.

Suddenly he seemed to be aware of something, and took out the Reze topographic map from his arms, unfolded it, and looked at it.

Soon, his brows frowned.

After thinking about it, he put away the topographic map, stepped back from the small bag, and came to the ground.

There were two people lying on the ground near the small dirt bag, the two who Feng Yun kidnapped from the enemy stronghold.

The middle-aged man also fell into a coma and was knocked out by him.

After he took him away from the stronghold, his mouth has not been idle, begging him for mercy, making him very impatient.

Looking at the two people on the ground, Feng Yun's face showed hesitation.

But soon the hesitation on his face disappeared.

He picked them up lightly with his toes, grabbed their belts with his hands, and then went around the dirt **** and chased after a group of people who ran out of the stronghold.

Although the group of people were running wildly and running quite fast, their level was still too far from Fengyun.

The time is not too long, and the distance between him and them has become closer, less than a hundred feet.

If it continues according to the current situation, Fengyun will soon be able to catch up with them.

At this time, Feng Yun made a puzzling movement. He slowed down and kept the distance between him and the person in front of him at about one hundred feet.

After about half an hour, Feng Yun's eyes saw a wetland.

His eyes flashed a cold light immediately.

At the same time, his speed surged sharply.

In the blink of an eye, he narrowed the distance between him and the target to less than twenty feet away.

At this moment, the group of people had discovered his existence long ago, and after seeing clearly that it was him, they all showed horror.

Speed ​​up to escape, but Fengyun does not give them a chance at all.

Release your fingers, throw the two people in your hands to the ground, slam your feet on the ground, leaping up, jumping several feet high, and then leaping down in the air, like an eagle catching a rabbit and slamming at them. Pounced.

The group of people immediately fled, but still more than half were killed by him.

He first approached the backs of the two big guys, punched them together and hit them on the back, making them fall to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, with the help of the rebounding force, he threw himself out to the left, kicked down a strong man, then flew out diagonally, and cut a strong man's neck with a hand knife.

Before breathing, four people had already died in his hands.

Fengyun fell on the ground and did not pursue the remaining three people.

The three people who escaped the attack of the wind and cloud fled in three directions, and found that he had not chased him, but their tight heartstrings did not relax in any way.

They used the power of feeding and ran faster.

They all had a hunch that Feng Yun would not let him go so easily.

Since he has shot at them, it is impossible to give up halfway.

Feng Yun glanced at the three of them, picked up the big man whose neck was cut off by his toes with his toes, took the bow from him, and drew three arrows from his waist.

Hum! Hum! Hum!

Without aiming, Fengyun shot three arrows out.

The probe grabbed the belt of the strong man who had not fallen, and walked over to the strong man who was kicked to death by him.

He didn't even glance at the three people shot by him, as if he already knew that they were absolutely impossible to escape.

Facts also prove that Fengyun's self-confidence is justified.

The three people who had fled in three directions had fallen to the ground, motionless. Three arrows shot in from behind their necks, and arrows came out of their mouths.

Feng Yun took the bodies of the seven people into the wetland and threw them into different quagmire, making them disappear completely.

After clearing the traces left by the seven enemies, Fengyun picked up the two prisoners who were still in a coma, turned around, and returned along the same path.

These seven people are not Fengyun's target.

The target he really wants to track is actually another group of people, but he can't let this group of people go.

Based on the topographic map, he inferred the whereabouts of two groups of people.

One group of people rushed to the Baicao tribe. It should be to inform the target and tell him what happened in the stronghold, while the other group was heading to the Black Crow Tribe. They wanted to report the situation to the Black Crow King.

The task of those people who were killed by Fengyun was to report the situation to the Black Crow King.

He didn't want to let the Black Crow King know what happened in the stronghold so early, otherwise it would be a lot of trouble to deal with it, and there would be more variables to complete the task that the witch explained.

After a delay, Fengyun's speed was even faster this time, just like a gust of wind swept across the earth, and he would disappear from his vision in the blink of an eye.

In less than half an hour, Feng Yun's excellent eyesight helped him catch a group of people who were running with their heads buried.

His expression immediately relaxed.

The group of people he saw came out of the stronghold to inform the target.

Next, as long as he follows them, he should be able to find the target.

Fengyun slowed down and hung far behind the group of people.

The distance is a bit farther, but he believes that on the plains almost a Pingchuan, it is impossible for them to escape his eyes.

After following for a while, Feng Yun looked down at the two people being held in his hands, his expression hesitant.

The purpose of his kidnapping them was to get some information about the target from their mouths and to determine where he went.

Now that someone has shown him the way, they have no value.

Gaba!

Feng Yun's fingers tightened, and the brawny man's neck was broken by him.

When passing through a wetland, it was thrown into a quagmire.

He originally wanted to kill the middle-aged man, but he suddenly remembered something and decided to keep him and ask him.

Although there was a group of people in front of him leading the way, he could find the target by following them, but it was not enough to ensure that the Baicao tribe would not be attacked.

He didn't know the purpose of his journey to the Baicao tribe.

If the target is to leave shortly before he rushes to the stronghold, then everything is okay, and the speed of the messenger should be enough to stop him before he rushes to the Baicao tribe.

But if he leaves long before he arrives at the stronghold, the problem will be serious.

Before that group of messengers caught up with him, he might have already rushed to the Baicao tribe. Maybe he had already broken up with the Baicao tribe and started fighting.

Once this happened, the mission of the Baicao tribe witch he had promised failed completely.

Thinking of this, he released the finger that was about to squeeze the middle-aged man, took his belt, and ran wildly, copying far in front of the messenger.

I found a small dirt bag, climbed it up, hidden in the dense bushes, let the middle-aged man lie on his back, and then stretched out his finger to pinch him.

"Ah, I was suffocated."

The middle-aged man took a deep breath and opened his eyes.

Seeing Feng Yun's face, he subconsciously wanted to step back.

"Don't move, or I will strangle you immediately."

Feng Yun cast a very threatening look at the middle-aged.

"I won't move, don't move. You must never kill me. I beg you, just let me go. What do you want..."

"Shut up. Don't want to die, don't say anything before I ask you, otherwise be careful of your neck."

Feng Yun's gaze stayed on his neck.

The middle-aged man shrank his neck subconsciously, as if he wanted to hide his neck.

"I ask you a question, you must answer me honestly."

"Definitely, surely. As long as I know, I will tell you."

"Why did your master leave?"

"The master left after breakfast."

"You didn't lie to me? If you let me find that you are lying, watch your neck."

"I dare not lie to you, I'm telling the truth."

After hearing the words of the middle-aged, Fengyun's hanging heart finally let go.

When he and the witch separated, it was just before dawn, and he ran to the target stronghold, and it took five or six hours.

The goal is to leave after breakfast, and he should leave the stronghold earlier than him.

Considering the speed gap between the target and his, he can be sure that he is still a long way from the Baicao tribe, enough for him to stop him before he reaches the Baicao tribe.

"Why is he going out?"

"The master fell in love with a little girl from the Baicao tribe, named Mulanzhi, and wanted her to be his woman, but the Baicao tribe did not know how to promote it and flatly refused. This made the master very angry and decided to rush to the Baicao tribe to handle this. thing."

The middle-aged man did not hide.

"How many people did he bring?"

"The master brought a total of more than 400 people, of which fifty-two were intermediate totem fighters, and the others were junior totem fighters."

"that's it?"

"Oh, yes. There are also two guards sent by the king to the master. They are said to be high-level totem warriors, but I have not seen them do it with my own eyes. I am just an ordinary person. Responsible for assisting the owner to manage chores."

"Do you have anything else to say?"

"What do you want me to say?"

"For example, does your master have any good things?"

There was a glimmer of expectation in Feng Yun's eyes.

If the goals are really good things, he doesn't mind taking them as his own.

Anyway, he is the son of the mortal enemy of the Yan Snake Tribe, the Black Crow King, and robbed him as if he was part of the price paid for the crimes his Lao Tzu committed.

"Good stuff? Yes, there is. The master once got twenty light beads, four of which were hung in his room, and the others were put under the large stone slab where food was placed."

"Only this one?"

"There is another thing. Once the master happened to meet a man who was said to be from a giant tribe, but he eventually died, but he left a knife for the master, which is fine."

"What a good way?"

Feng Yun's eyes lit up.

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