Primitive Tribe Adventure

"Uncle Bao, what are you going to do?"

Feng Yun was a little curious and couldn't think of what he had to do.

"I'm going to tell Ray to let him return to the tribe by himself."

"Why? Didn't you always want Lei Ge to accept your training?"

"That was before, now the situation is different. At that time, you and Lei were both junior fighters. There was no problem in training together. Now you are an advanced fighter. Do you think he can still train with you?"

"Does this delay Brother Lei's training? Uncle Mo, can you think of a way."

Feng Yun felt a little sorry.

"No. The gap between Ray and you is too big."

Bao seemed to be able to see through Fengyun's mind, and comforted: "You don't have to think too much. Training can be done at any time. After I finish training for you, I will continue to train Leite, and the effect will not be bad."

"Uncle Bao, I have an idea. When asking Lei Ge to go back, can you not tell him the truth and find another reason."

"I understand what you mean. Are you worried that Boy Lei will be stimulated?"

"Yes. Lei Ge's mood seems a bit unstable this time."

"Don't worry about this. If you don't tell me, I will do the same. Okay, it's dark, let's go back soon."

Pan turned and ran to the oncoming road.

"Boy Yun, do you want to compare?"

Bao suddenly looked back at Fengyun, with a trace of provocation on his face.

Without waiting for Fengyun to respond, he suddenly accelerated and turned into an arrow from the string.

"Uncle Bo, I'm just about to try my speed."

Fengyun is telling the truth.

After eating the club, although he could feel the change in his body, he did not have an accurate concept of how big the change was.

Pao is a senior senior totem warrior. Comparing his speed with him can give him a good reference.

"Catch up with me if you have the ability. If you lose, you will be responsible for finding food for the next month."

"Uncle Bao, why didn't you say what should you do if you lose?"

"Do you think I might lose? Although you and I are both advanced totem fighters, I have been promoted fifty years ago. Do you think I have been sleeping for fifty years?"

The violent tone seemed conceited.

"Then let the final result do the talking."

Feng Yun didn't say anything more, speeding up, and chasing him.

Feng Yun's acceleration effect is very good. In a short period of time, his speed has been increased several times, reaching the level of He Bao.

He still looked very relaxed, showing no signs of difficulty.

Bao seemed to feel the threat and speeded up again.

The speed was too fast, the air was torn apart, and a strong wind was set off. Wherever it passed, weeds and shorter shrubs were uprooted, and the branches and leaves of some big trees were also torn off.

This also interfered with Fengyun.

He must not only maintain a high speed, but also avoid obstacles flying all over the sky. If the speed is fast, an inconspicuous twig will have terrifying lethality.

The situation seemed extremely calm, and he adopted an unusual way of avoiding it.

The right foot was lightly touched on the ground and rose into the air, like a bird flying with its wings spread out, its movements appear extremely light, stretched, without the slightest anger.

When he was about ten feet high from the ground, his left foot stepped on a branch, soaring upward, his ascent speed increased instead of decreasing.

In the blink of an eye, Feng Yun was already standing on top of a tall burning tree, and the distance from the ground had exceeded fifty feet.

What Feng Yun stepped on was a branch, very slender, only slightly thicker than his thumb, which seemed extremely thrilling.

His face was as calm as water, without a trace of tension.

He is not pretending to be calm, he is really not nervous.

The distance from the ground seems high, but this height is not enough to pose too much threat to him. Even if the branches under his feet are broken, he is fully capable of finding other footholds.

Even if he fell directly to the ground, he did not think he would be killed.

The soles of the feet exerted force, the twigs sank downward, and the wind and clouds drifted towards a big tree several feet away.

Arrived at the target tree, stepped on a branch, and then floated to the top of the tree in front.

In this way, he started walking on the top of the tree, but the steps were too large, ranging from several feet to ten feet.

Light, elegant, like walking in a leisurely courtyard, with a kind of expressiveness.

There was a big smile on his face.

Since he was a child, he has envied the magical light skills possessed by those heroes, flying over the walls, climbing the water, flying in the air, like walking on the ground, and now he can finally do it.

Although he doesn't know anything about Qinggong, his strong control over his own power allows him to mobilize every trace of his body's strength just right, so as to achieve an effect comparable to Qinggong.

Especially after he ate the mallet and got its magical effect to transform, he faintly felt a strange feeling.

He seems to have established a certain connection with nature, and his relationship with it has become closer.

Not only does it no longer reject him, it even offers him help.

For example, now, he can feel that the resistance he receives when advancing is significantly reduced compared to before.

At the same time, he also had a more subtle physical examination of the changes in the outside world.

Before, the existence of wind would often hinder him from moving forward, but now he can use its power to make his speed faster and more labor-saving under the premise of clarifying its trajectory.

Although his borrowing of natural forces is still very limited, it is an excellent start.

He believes that as his strength continues to improve, he can borrow more and more power from nature.

Feng Yun has not forgotten the match with violence, while advancing, through the canopy to lock his whereabouts.

In fact, Fengyun doesn't need to deliberately capture the traces of the violence, as long as they are not blind or deaf, they can easily spot it.

The movement caused by the violent advancing process is really too great. Not only will weeds, shrubs and shrubs be uprooted, smoke and dust will roll, and the sound of tearing the air is like thunder.

Seeing the violence rampage like a bull, Feng Yun couldn't help shook his head.

Only at this time did he deeply realize the great help the club gave him.

He had chased with Vio before. He ran in front, and Vio was chasing behind. In order to prevent him from chasing, he used all his strength. The situation was so similar to now, it was exactly the same.

This way of progress is not only very laborious, but also very inefficient.

According to his preliminary estimate, he can save at least 30% of his strength by maintaining the same speed.

The power to save comes from two aspects, one is the natural help to him, reducing some of the resistance he needs to face, and the other is his resolution of resistance.

Before eating the club, he felt like he was in a bush of thorns. If he wanted to move forward, he had to break the thorns. Moreover, he used the least effective method, hitting directly with his body to tear it apart.

Although he is still in the bushes of thorns now, he has become a violent demonstrating how to overcome the thorns some time ago.

He can use means to cleverly break through the thorns, first blaze a path, and then move forward, the resistance will naturally be greatly reduced.

Based on this alone, Fengyun can conclude that he has won the game against Bao.

What's more, he is now advancing on the tree, facing far fewer obstacles than violence, and can easily increase his speed to a higher level.

But he had no idea of ​​winning.

He returned to the ground from the top of the tree, and even gave up the subtle application of power, pulled his leg to chase after the storm, using the most primitive way, and made a movement similar to his.

He would do this not only not to expose his true strength, but also to not stimulate violence.

Through this time of getting along, Feng Yun can feel that Yu is a proud and even narcissistic person.

If such a junior who is less than a fraction of his age wins, the blow to him can be imagined.

He didn't want to hurt him. He came to his identity to help him, and he was unselfish.

For another person, facing such a magical treasure as Bangmao, he definitely couldn't do what he did. Not only did he not show a trace of greed, but he also let him eat it without hesitation.

Taking a step back, even if the club is different from ordinary prey, he will hand it over to the witch and request his disposal. After all, the witch is the real decision maker of the entire tribe.

Because the two were racing, they came to a rock face in less than half an hour. The cave on the rock face was where Feng Yun lived during this time.

"Uncle Bao, I lost, but I have tried my best."

Fengyun walked towards the storm, deliberately confessing his failure to him with a slightly gasping tone.

"You are already very good. You can keep up with me as soon as you become a high-level warrior. It is very rare that you have not been too far away from me. Keep working hard, and one day, you can reach my level."

Brute tried to maintain restraint, but his expression still couldn't help showing a trace of pride.

"Uncle Bao, you really praised me too much. I was just lucky. I got the mallet and the level surged. How can I compare with you? You have come step by step, relying on your own efforts. ."

"It's very good for you to think that way. Although the mallet is a treasure praised by ancestors, it has magical effects, but it is a foreign object after all, and it does not have the power to be obtained by its own hard work. I am afraid that it cannot be used handily?

"Uncle Bao, if you don't say it, I don't feel it yet. When you say that, I really feel that way. When I chased you just now, I found that I seemed to have spare energy, but I couldn't move it.

Fengyun followed the violent words and told a white lie.

"I just said I was right? I didn't live for such a big age."

As he spoke, there was a trace of narcissism on his face, but he seemed to remember something suddenly, and asked: "Kid Yun, you tell me the truth, did you leave halfway? Why did I feel that for a while? Are you behind me?"

"What a keen feeling!"

Feng Yun's heart couldn't help but tightened, but on the surface it seemed natural. He asked in a slightly puzzled tone: "Uncle Mo, why do you say that? I have been trying hard to catch up behind you. Are we too far apart? Is there too much between you and me?"

"Well, it may be that the distance between you and me was far apart during that time."

Bao had no doubt, and believed Fengyun's rhetoric.

If you like the adventure of primitive tribe, please collect it: (www.readwn.com) The literature of the adventure of primitive tribe has the fastest update speed.