Vol 2 Chapter 556: -Gun pick

If someone asks Feng, what is the happiest thing in your life.
Fenghui answered without hesitation that it was when he had been hungry for seven or eight days on the Bone Wasteland, and then saw a hundred prey.
Then what was your saddest time.
The wind will probably keep tears, and trembling hands said: "Even when I went to grab the prey, I found that I was also taken as prey."
When there was a terrifying tiger roar at about 200 steps ahead, the wind and the Qingfeng people who were fighting for the prey were shocked, and everyone couldn't help thinking, just like the White Bone Wasteland. There are also large predators in the broken place? What do they usually eat? Is it possible that just relying on this to walk thousands of steps can not find a vole?
Doubts arose in my heart, but in the next second, Feng and the Qingfeng people under his leadership knew what fear is.
But I saw that a guy with long hair and holding a strange wooden spear came across the tiger, whistling repeatedly in his mouth.
Following his movements, nearly a hundred people swarmed over like a tide.
Two at first, holding two weird stone weapons in one hand, they were taller than a dog.
The other one was relatively short, however, in his hands, two weapons that were shining coldly under the sun flickered.
Feng looked at the little man but was a little familiar, and for a while, he forgot to move, until these people rushed to him less than fifty steps before reacting.
When the monkey next to him saw the man on the tiger’s back, he yelled: "Ji Thief!!!"
Feng Wenyan was taken aback, then turned to look at Mao Monkey: "Ji Thief?"
The monkey pointed at the man on the tiger's back: "That's it, it's him."
With that, the terrified monkey fell to the ground and crawled backwards crazy.
On the contrary, it was the wind, but there was a grin at the corner of his mouth, and he tightened the stone spear in his hand: "So you are the thief! The patriarch said, it will take your life!"
While speaking, the wind greeted the clansmen who were all in shock, and shouted: "What will happen to the enemies who dare to attack our Qingfeng tribe!"
All the tribesmen shouted: "Dead!"
Feng laughed, Shimao pointed forward: "Kill me!"
The two sides immediately rushed towards each other.
On the tiger's back, Ji Thief's eyes flickered, staring at the fleeing monkey.
The wind rushed with a stone spear in his hand and shouted: "Ji thief, die for me!"
When the words fell, the stone spear hung in the wind.
Hearing the bad wind in the air, Ji Thief was shocked. Knowing that the monkey is not a good stubble, he hurriedly grabbed his iron spear and took advantage of his height to pierce Feng's throat.
However, Ji thief underestimated the wind.
As one of the fierce men under the cloth, Feng is not a powerful player with well-developed limbs as he seems. On the contrary, his speed is not slow.
Only seeing Feng Yi staggered, avoiding Ji Thief's iron spear, followed by one hand and grabbed the stone spear with the other hand, smashing the stone spear to the back of Ji Thief's head.
To be honest, Ji Thief, who was seriously inexperienced in combat, didn't know how to deal with it. He could only leaned over on the tiger's back, but by doing so, he was suppressed and there was no chance to fight back.
As a veteran of fighting, Feng can see his advantage at a glance. He took the lead and couldn't help attacking with a stone spear.
Ji thief was suppressed, he looked at the wind in surprise while covering up.
I originally thought that the wind was probably at the level of A Ju's combat effectiveness, but I didn't expect that this fight would be inseparable from the hunter.
"Damn, I don't send cats, you think I'm critically ill!" Ji Thief was suppressed a bit miserably, and couldn't help cursing.
The Sabertooth Tiger under the crotch also felt Ji Zei's emotions, and leaped forcefully, avoiding the wind's attack range, then adjusted his body shape and prepared to fight again.
Taking this opportunity, Ji Thief got some breathing space, shook his sore arm from the hard attachment of the stone spear, and hooked his hand: "Come on, let's come again."
The wind direction took a look at the two sides, and saw that his tribe had stabilized in a panic. Although the casualties were a bit serious, but it was not in the way, so he relaxed, hummed and said: "If you want to die, then I will help you. Up!"
The enemy in front of Shoushasan rushed over, stood in front of Sabretooth Tiger, and said, "Master Patriarch, leave this guy to me!"
As he said, Shou raised his swords and looked at the wind: "Feng, do you remember me?"
Feng had a very disdainful expression, but when he saw the hunter, he couldn't help but stared, "It's you bastard! You are not dead!"
The hunter laughed loudly: "Death? The thing is you. When I was in the Qingfeng Mountains, it was a pleasure to chase and kill you Uncle Hunter, right?"
With that, Shou was about to step forward, but Ji Zei stopped him and said, "Shou, you step back."
Shou Wenyan, who had already sold his steps, stopped and turned his head to look at Ji thief in confusion: "Master Patriarch, what's wrong?"
Ji thief pointed at the wind with an iron spear in the air, and said: "He is mine. Go help others."
Shou suddenly hesitated, not because Ji Thief had robbed him of the credit, but because he was worried that Ji Thief was Feng Feng's opponent.
Sure enough, Feng laughed after hearing Ji Zei's words: "You? Just rely on you, not my opponent!"
Ji Zei didn't answer, and squeezed the lower abdomen of Sabretooth.
The big cat felt Ji thief's heart, soared and ran straight to the wind.
Upon seeing this, Feng couldn't help showing a look of contempt, and said he was looking for death.
However, something unexpected happened to the wind, Ji thief who had attacked him suddenly waved and uttered a long whistle.
Immediately afterwards, Feng felt a sharp tingling sensation in the back of his head.
He turned his head hurriedly, only to see a golden eagle pounced in the air.
At this moment, Feng's eyes suddenly curled up: "What the hell!!!"
He hurriedly bowed his head, the golden eagle swept over his head, and the sharp claws grabbed two pieces of flesh on the back of the wind's head.
Feeling the fiery pain of the scalp, Feng gritted his teeth and turned around. Before he could speak, Ji Thief's iron spear pierced over.
The iron spear made a sound of breaking through the air, and Feng knew that he couldn't harden it at all, so he rolled on the spot and rolled out of Ji's attack range.
However, Ji Thief had learned well this time, he learned the lesson he had been suppressed by the wind just now, and couldn't help but urge the iron spear.
For a while, the air was purely a ghost caused by the shaking of the iron spear, and the wind was suppressed and there was no time to breathe.
If only Ji Thief’s iron spear suppressed it, it would be fine, but the Sabretooth Tiger under Ji Thief’s crotch was not interesting. This psychic cat cooperated with Ji Thief and couldn't help but pat its claws.
In addition, there is a golden eagle in the sky waiting for an opportunity.
It is equivalent to saying that the wind is one enemy three.
After retreating again and again, Feng's thigh was all scratched by the Sabretooth Tiger, and on his shoulder body, Ji Thief also stabbed several blood holes.
Feeling the rapid passing of life in the body, the wind is depressed to death, he knows that if this goes on, he will be consumed to death by Ji thief sooner or later. He gritted his teeth and roared, desperately injured and sent out a burst of attack to force Ji back. thief.
When he retreated to a safe distance, he almost couldn't stand still, panting with a stone spear in his hand.
Turning his head to see, his deputy had killed the tall man with a yellow stone as a weapon.
The clansmen who had no command were also a little flustered by the impact.
On the ground, there are almost 80% of the corpses of Qingfeng people.
He bit his lower lip vigorously: "Don't be afraid, everyone, they are few, the victory is still with us, rush with me!"
Perhaps it was Feng's past prestige in the tribe that suppressed the panic in the hearts of the Qingfeng tribesmen. Each of these tribesmen screamed and launched a counterattack against the two departments of the military fighting army led by Ji Zei.
For a time, the two sides fought, and once again entered the white-hot stage.
Ji thief came here, not looking for others, but looking for the wind.
Seeing the anger, the wind jumped and cursed: "Damn bastard, you have the ability to get off the tiger, don't let the eagle help you, see I don't kill you."
Ji Thief said okay, but his hands kept moving.
"Damn, damn, you cunning bastard."
Believing that it was true, Feng originally planned to have a fair duel with Ji Thief, but he did not expect that the golden eagle in the sky rushed again and tore his ears off.
Immediately there was a cry, and the wind covered his ears and called out.
Ji Thief's iron spear was inserted into Feng's chest along the way.
Only saw Ji thief forcefully pick, picking the wind to the ground.
The surrounding Qingfeng people were frightened when they saw Feng's injury, and they hurriedly called: "Master Feng!!!"