Vol 2 Chapter 612: -What's your name

The rattan card violently collided with the throwing spear, and Tushan immediately flew the throwing spear with the shot.
But that spear thrown by Li also made Tushan's hand hidden behind the rattan card tremble with pain.
It took three or two minutes for Ji Thief to come back to his senses. He couldn't stop being scared for a while, patted his chest and said, "It's okay, it's okay, it almost died."
During the time he spoke, Ji Thief also glanced at Tushan gratefully.
The latter didn't turn his head back, just leaving Ji Thief with a tall back, and asked in a stern voice: "Master Patriarch, are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
Hearing this, Tushan breathed a sigh of relief and looked up and stared outside.
When Tushan looked out, the dog outside Hengqiao also looked towards Tushan.
The eyes of the two sides met in mid-air, faintly, as if they were about to wipe out the smell of sparks.
Tushan was not a rival of Li, but he was born in the bear-tiger tribe, and the blood of the warrior he was born with made Tushan fearless.
Li Heng Tushan repeatedly interrupted his plan to kill Ji Thief. He stood there, and his resentful eyes cast over him. Finally, he pointed his finger at the Ji Thief behind Tushan and said loudly: "Ji Thief, this is yesterday. The person who attacked our patriarch repaid the courtesy, let's settle the account slowly!"
Tushan amplified his voice: "With me, you don't want to hurt the patriarch!"
It happened to be this time that Usma came up from below and saw Tushan howling at the outside. She was taken aback for a moment, and hurriedly ran over to ask the thief: "Master Patriarch, what's the matter? What happened? "
The thief said: "It's okay, I've been acting like Li and me."
"Hu?" Usma hesitated for a while, turned his head and looked out. When he saw the limping-legged dog outside the fortress, he asked the thief: "Master Patriarch, is he a dog? "
The thief nodded and said to Usma: "Don't look at him looking very embarrassed, but this guy is ferocious, even worse than the old pervert in Black Mountain."
Usma dismissed it: "Come on, how good can he be?"
"I don't know how powerful it is. Anyway, he can hit us with one hand."
Usma didn't even think about it: "Tushan and hunting are okay."
Ji Thief stretched out two fingers: "Twenty."
Usma: "···"
"Bah, I don't believe it anymore, this is so powerful." Uxma exclaimed.
Ji Zei looked at him puzzled: "No, what do you want to do?"
Usma pointed at Hengqiao angrily and shouted: "This is so arrogant, I have to take care of him, otherwise, others think that our tribe doesn't have any good people."
Ji thief unceremoniously complained: "Come on, don't mix up if you're okay, this guy is not an ordinary person, you run out with small arms and legs to single-handedly?"
Just when Usma was about to say something, the thief interrupted him directly: "I don't think this is a heads-up, this is to die. You can be a cat in the tribe. I don't want Ayin crying to come and ask me Husband. Obedient, good."
Usma: "Master Patriarch, don't you believe me?"
"I believe, I believe, although your courage is commendable, you can't keep up with your strength a little bit. Okay, hurry back. This is not where you stayed." Ji Thief said as if to coax the child.
Tushan was speechless, and turned his head and said, "Master Patriarch, you also have the intention to say this. The outside is already leading people to charge."
Ji Zei was shocked when he heard the words, and hurriedly leaned on the female wall to look out, isn't it? Just like Tushan said, Hu was outside, leading the Qingfeng people to rush upwards as if taking medicine.
The thief immediately became nervous, and turned back to Usma and said: "Quick, go back..."
The words were not finished, but Usma's shadow was missing on the cross bridge.
Ji Thief immediately snorted and hurriedly ordered everyone to prepare to defend against the enemy.
Anyone who took out and threw the spears was made by Ji Thief to stop. Everyone had no choice but to throw them down with the hot oil rolling wood prepared on the cross bridge.
When the hot oil splashed down, a howling of ghosts and wolves sounded.
In the air, the smell of the Qingfeng people's skin and flesh was scorched.
Li immediately became angry, and sternly shouted towards the sky above Hengqiao: "Ji thief, will you come out and challenge me alone!"
Ji Zei ignored him, and Tushan directed the clansmen on the left and right to Li and said, "Pour oil on him and burn him to death."
"Yes, Master Tushan."
A piece of hot oil flew up, but Hao always relied on speed to dodge back and forth. As a result, a little oil star did not fall on him, but most of it was spilled on the ground.
Ji thief cried out distressedly, and at the same time said with a look of miser: "Prodigal, prodigal, what are you staring at that perverted spill? How hot our oil is."
Tushan said: "Master Patriarch, this is too arrogant, I can't be angry."
Ji thief stomped straight: "What do you care about him, just splash it directly according to other people, I really don't believe it, he has no one in his hand, he can break through our tribe alone."
Everyone woke up one after another and began to shift their targets to attack the ordinary people of the Qingfeng tribe.
When Qingfeng's offensive was blocked once again, Ji Zei raised his chin, looking in the direction of Yu, squinting his eyes and making a provocative gesture of thumbs down.
That means it’s like talking about brother, you want to play tricks with me, and you’re still a little tender.
It's just a pity. Hao didn't know what this action meant, and he was still jumping around outside, pulling hatred back and forth.
If it was only for a while, and if he jumped and provoked himself, Ji Thief could still bear it.
However, the Luo was still restless when he was jumping, using his speed to attack the person in charge on the cross bridge with his spear while walking back and forth.
A Liang accidentally let him use a spear to open a hole in his arm, dripping with blood.
"Fuck, this bastard, is there really nothing he can do with him!" Ji Thief said angrily.
Tushan was also very angry. He grabbed the copper hammer placed on the ground and said, "Master Patriarch, let me go out and hammer this guy to death!"
For a moment, Ji Thief wanted to agree to Tushan, but when he thought of Hao's perverted combat effectiveness, he waved his hand to veto.
"Forget it, that can't be burned to death with fire, don't waste this energy, let everyone be prepared, don't be attacked by hustle, alas."
Looking at Ji Thief, Tushan couldn't help feeling annoyed.
When did the thief have such a helpless performance?
No matter how powerful the enemy is, Ji Thief has a way to kill them alive, but this is the only one who can't deal with him no matter what.
Seeing Ji Thief sigh, Tushan felt uncomfortable. He roared suddenly, and Ji Thief was startled: "Tushan, what are you doing?"
Tushan was holding the two hammers, his eyes were red, and he said: "My patriarch, leave me alone, I will save my life, and today I have to hammer the 獠 to death!"
With that said, Tushan was about to jump down when standing on the cross bridge.
"Tushan, don't!"
Ji Thief flew over and hugged Tushan's waist, and shouted: "Brother, calm down, you are going to die."
"Master Patriarch, don't stop me, I will go down and hammer him to death."
"No, you won't say whether you can beat the hammer, the cross bridge is six or seven meters high, you jump down, and you are designated to be half disabled."
Tushan: "···"
At this moment, I suddenly heard a loud shout behind me: "Let it go!"
Immediately afterwards, Ji thief heard a whistling sound on his forehead, and immediately, several black shadows rushed out of the valley and rushed outside the Hengqiao.
Li was trembling. He had just put on a spear and suddenly felt the bad wind above his forehead. When he looked up, he saw a huge rock hitting him.
He was taken aback: "What? Who threw the stone so far?"
Hurrying to an iron bridge, the stone rubbed his belly and slammed directly into the Qingfeng crowd behind him. With that, he directly smashed a dozen Qingfeng people to death and turned into a pool of fleshy mud.
He straightened up again and his forehead was covered with sweat beads. He had obviously escaped the huge flying stone, but his heart still couldn't be calm for a long time.
When I touched my forehead, there were sweat beads sparsely.
Gudong.
With a sound of swallowing saliva into his belly, Li raised his head and stared tremblingly at the Lihuo tribe flying out of the boulder.
I saw a middle-aged man with his belly slightly straightened, one foot on the cross bridge, and one hand pinching his waist. He flicked his hair coquettishly, pointed in his direction, and shouted: "Is that special? Your name is Li!"