Travel to a Primitive World to Build Infrastructure

Chapter 19

Yang Yi shook his eyes with the big white teeth and nodded his head toward the man as a sign of encouragement.

The tall man standing in the middle of the crowd received it, and his eyes flashed with dazzling light.

As a result, the next group of people was beaten worse, and they were lifted off before responding.

This group already has some second-level fighters, and their combat effectiveness is good, and they are still crushed relentlessly.

"Is there no end to this guy's strength! Why is it getting worse?"

The squirrel monkey gritted its teeth and was very complicated inside, both admiring and angry.

They grew up together and fought side by side, how could the gap be so big!

Until now, Black Hunt has not used talent and weapons.

"Our chief of the Spark tribe, we should have this ability!" Jing was very excited, already eager to move.

For this duel, he asked Yang Yi to make spiked prostheses for him. And be sure to use it only for this duel, wait until the arm is completely healed before putting on.

Jing's arm was actually better, but Yang Yi was more cautious.

With previous experience, Jing's prosthesis did better than Feng, and Jing quickly adapted.

The thin monkey thought that it was true. It had no previous ‘hate’ emotion, and said with honor:

"Black Hunt will be the most powerful chief, and our Spark tribe will be the most powerful tribe!"

He was beaten down by a black hunter, and he kept calm. Only the thin sweat on his forehead proved that he had fought, in sharp contrast to those who were knocked down.

Hei Hunt is not just to knock people down, but also to take the opportunity to teach these people where their fatal weakness is.

The battle is fast and accurate, and Black Hunt knows this, and try not to let himself consume too much physical energy in the entanglement.

So every time you hit the key, the action is crisp and clear, and very accurate.

Jing led the first batch of three-level fighters to play, and everyone obviously felt the gap between the fighters of different levels.

Black hunting is also obviously not as easy to knock them down as before, the whole person's state is very different from before.

The duel scene was tense and beautiful, and it was also more intuitive to understand the strength of Black Hunt.

The third-level soldiers basically awakened their talents, and they will see many magical scenes on the field.

There was a fire on this side, and then there was another thunder, hiding on the other side.

Attacks are everywhere, leaving nowhere to run. We must also prevent people from sneaking into the ground, and we can't help but hold our breath.

Black Hunt was still able to dodge calmly in such a collaborative attack, and could not see a trace of panic.

"His speed is so amazing that I don't see him moving at all."

"How did the toothed knife run into his hand? Why didn't I see anything and he snatched it?"

"Don't say you, the teeth didn't understand what was going on, they were completely choked by the stolen sword."

Black Hunt flashed somewhere like a ghost, disrupting the rhythm of this group of people, not only did not let those attacks hurt him, but it also successfully lured them to attack their teammates.

"Just on time, don't hit me!"

"He's there ... ah, wrong."

Such voices kept coming and going, and the entire team soon became inextricably bound by mistakes, and their tacit understanding and trust were gradually broken.

The black hunter immediately defeated Jing's soul figure, making him unable to bring everyone's rhythm back.

Soon a team gradually turned into a random attack without care, and they tried their best but were aimless, and the combat effectiveness was reduced to the lowest point.

The black hunters broke down one by one and fell to the ground one by one.

This time, everyone saw the real terribleness of Black Hunt.

The fourth-tier fighters are really powerful, but facing so many third-tier fighters, it is not easy to win.

The black hunter was still able to retreat with his whole body, without being seriously injured or losing too much physical strength.

This makes everyone understand that fighting is not just relying on your own strength and weapons to fight melee, but you must pay attention to tactics!

Under the teaching of Black Hunt, this group of people learned to collaborate, but it is still far behind.

"You guy, it's getting scarier." Jing was carried off by a stretcher, feeling weak.

Heihe smiled, showing pride.

"Your progress is not small. Losing a hand does not make you lose your fighting spirit."

The victory of Black Hunting drew cheers from everyone.

Their tribe has great strongmen!

Yang Yi suppressed the excitement of wanting to cheer and scream, watching how the black hunter rhythmically destroyed a powerful team, and his goosebumps were all up.

The perfect assassin!

Not only is the value of force extremely high, but the most important thing is to have a mind.

In this wild area, a man with a high fighting ability can still remember to think, it is a gifted stranger.

The second third-level fighter team entered the battle, but also the ten strongest players in the tribe except the black hunter.

Ten people had the coping experience after the previous battles, and they had to deal with Black Hunt for a long time before they were completely out of the game.

The black hunter has been calm, at this time is covered with blood, the talent skills are completely exposed.

Not fast, but jump between points!

Such a magical talent is unheard of.

After a fierce battle, the black hunter still didn't see howling, and stood there with great momentum.

The blood on his body made him more eye-catching and his eyes sharper, standing there like an unstoppable mountain.

The atmosphere was pushed to the highest point, everyone cheered together and crowded in front of the black hunt to express their worship.

"God gave us the most brave chieftain!"

"No one can beat us anymore! No one!"

"Black Hunt, Black Hunt, Black Hunt!"

Everyone shouted the name of Black Hunt, and Black Hunt became the most dazzling star at the moment, shining light among the crowd.

Yang Yi clenched his fists, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and the unconsciously rising smile at the corner of his mouth revealed his true emotions.

Burning eyes is the longing for the strong.

To be blessed by such a person, he does not need to perform precise calculations at every step.

The Black Hunt accepted everyone's worship, held up his right hand, and exclaimed with a loud and loud voice:

"Starfire can burn the entire wasteland! We are the most powerful Starfire tribe!"

"Starfire Tribe! Starfire Tribe!"

Everyone's emotions were mobilized, cheering in unison, and their voices soared through the sky.

They are the Spark Tribe, a brand new tribe.

Black Hunt was held by the stars. At this time, he turned away from the crowd and walked to Yang Yi, kneeling on one knee, looking at Yang Yi sincerely and earnestly.

"God, ask you to let me be with you, from then on my life will be under your control."

In a word, Yang Yi's identity and status were affirmed. As long as there was black hunting, everyone must respect the god.

The strength of the strong makes this sentence full of weight.

In addition to the old members of the Xinghuo tribe, there are thousands of newly joined people. From now on, they accepted Yang Yi's status as a god.

Yang Yi stretched out his hand, placed it on top of his head, and said in Chinese:

"May everything go smoothly from now on, and you will become more and more powerful, and not brave the power of the brave."

Unfamiliar language and tone are pleasant and special, mysterious.

It makes people feel that such blessings will really be heard by God and will be given to them.

Yang Yi retracted his hand, but the black hunter held it halfway.

A strange warm current gradually drifted from the palm to the arm, and gradually to all corners of the body, both inside and outside the body like soaking in the hot spring with high temperature.

It's a bit hot and weird, but it can withstand it.

Yang Yiwang looked to the black hunter, who had a very serious expression, his eyes were deep like a deep pond.

This is ... began, under the testimony of all.

The people present felt their strangeness. The audience was silent and did not dare to make a sound, fearing that it would disturb this sacred ceremony.

There was a faint light on both of them, especially where they were held by both hands.

The joints of the palms became hotter, as if to burn someone.

Yang Yinai couldn't help but wanted to pull his hand, and was tightly held by the black hunter, unable to move.

At this time, a cool air slowly flowed from the intersection of the palms to the heart along the arms, and the chest stabbed sharply.

Immediately, all the abnormalities of the body disappeared instantly and returned to normal.

The other hand of Yang Yi touched his chest subconsciously, always thinking that there would be something there.

It seems that nothing has changed, and it seems that nothing has changed.

Yang Yiwang hunted to the black, was this a success?

Hei Ye gently squeezed Yang Yi's hand: "A contract is reached, and we will be the closest people in the world."

Hearing this sentence, every cell in Yang Yi's body relaxed and began to feel a little sleepy. Being watched by everyone couldn't offset this distress.

In this world, there has never been such a state, and Yang Yi is still afraid to trust these people in his consciousness.

I can get enough sleep every day, but I always feel that my nerves have not been rested.

This feeling was not deep before, and I didn't react until I completely relaxed.

Heihe stood up from the ground, took his hand and led him to Yang Yi's tent, and held Yang Yi in his arms.

Yang Yi's head was dull and he was put into a tent in the air before he responded.

"Sleep." The black hunter's voice was low, full of confusion, "I'm here."

Yang Yi glanced at him, his eyelids getting heavier and he fell asleep soon. 2k novel reading network