C108

"Tsk tsk, did you hear that? How much have we lost? "If not for the rules of the Southern Wilderness, I would definitely skin you alive. Now tell me, what happened if …"

Cave Teeth shook his head regretfully. A pair of seemingly thick and gentle eyes suddenly flashed with a crazy cold light. He no longer revealed his missing teeth as he spoke in a reserved and cold manner, making others not dare to look down on this fifteen or sixteen year old child.

"Like I said, you all have no idea what you've done. Evil, evil, those are the greatest enemies of the entire world …"

In addition, the number of pursuers that were killed was not many. Although many people were injured by the spear, they were not fatal unless it was a fatal wound. However, it was not like the spear which made people lose all of their combat strength.

The broken tooth had been observing Feng Feiyun's expression the whole time, only to see Feng Zhiling lowered his head to ponder over it, his slightly curled hair covering his face. He thought that Feng Zhiling was not satisfied, and he gave a strange cry before jumping up and kicking the top of his head.

"Enough gaping teeth, go and ask around to figure out what's going on?" Feng Feiyun suddenly raised his head and looked at the dying man on the ground.

The Yellow Hou Tribe was located right in front of them. It was the tribe closest to the Despair Castle in the Southern Wilderness, and was also the place where all the special products of the Wilderness entered and left. It was also the place where all the special products of the Wilderness entered and left.

At first glance, the two people who were still alive were born and bred in the wilderness. They had long, messy hair like a bird's nest, black filth on their faces and necks, and dust like ash in their fingernails. They were also not wearing shoes.

There was no panic or despair in their eyes, only a martyr's toughness and disdain, as if the one kneeling on the ground was not them but Feng Ji, a pride that came from the bones, an intangible sense of superiority that no one else could feel, but Feng Ji could feel at first glance, because it was the same with him, whether it was with the incisors or with others, and the only one that was not listed was Kai Yue.

"Evil …" Feng Feiyun played with the gun in his hand, but he found that the strangely shaped gun was somewhat rough. Many parts of it had not been polished and the handshake was not very comfortable. It was not inlaid with engineering plastic and could easily freeze one's skin and flesh in winter …

The only thing that made him feel good was that this pistol had an additional magazine under the barrel, but its center of gravity was still comfortable. Although its weight was not much heavier than the first pistol he had in this world, its firepower was still as strong as a micro-punch.

Seeing the gun in Feng Feiyun's hand, the two of them looked at each other at the same time, mocking and looking down on each other.

"Evil?" Holding the gun in his right hand, Feng Feiyun casually pulled over and sat down in a rattan basket with something inside. He straightened his back, crossed his legs, and stared at the two of them.

"Hmph …" One of them coldly snorted and turned his head away. The other one was a little surprised at the way Feng Zhiling held his gun, but that was it.

"What is evil?" Feng Feng asked again, looking for more abnormalities with their eyes.

The heavy pistol hit his thigh again and again with a soft sound, but this was the only sound in the tent. There was no hurry since he had been here for more than two months. He had learned how to endure.

"Are you soldiers?" Feng Feiyun suddenly opened his mouth and broke the silence.

Soldiers were not warriors, they were not warriors, and in the Western Wilderness, there was no meaning in them. Only real soldiers could use this word, but when the test failed, the two of them did not respond, but the sneer on their faces became more obvious, and they treated the mountain as a monkey.

"What is this?" He asked, feigning ignorance. Even if the two in front of him were concerned about his past life, Feng Feiyun was very arrogant. He wouldn't allow others to provoke him again and again.

"Barbarian, that's for you. "Good stuff for eyes …" The most rebellious fellow from before suddenly opened his mouth, looking very happy from his teasing look, even though there was sticky blood at the corner of his mouth.

The dripping blood accumulated on the ground beneath him until it turned into a scarlet patch, but his eyes were still looking at the mountain peak provocatively. The mountain peak slightly leaned towards the two of them, seriously looking at them, and asked in a deep voice, "What did you say? What do you want to say? "

"Haha, I'm giving it to you to stab …" Just as the man was about to cry out in satisfaction, the cold handle of the spear fiercely slapped his face. With a "pa" sound, the spear rotated 360 degrees in his original position as he knelt on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Do you want to try?" The man's heart began to beat faster, but it was immediately dispelled by the fanaticism in his mind. Like a cannibal fish jumping on the shore, he suddenly opened his mouth and bit towards the tip of the mountain, even though it was a pair of shoes made of thick animal skin, even though half of his teeth had been knocked off.

His speed was sudden and fast, but the peak was even faster. He raised his foot and stomped on the man's face like lightning, causing his already swollen face to suddenly be in pain by ten times. He could not help but let out a beast-like howl.

"Interesting, you guys are more like warriors than the barbarians. If they fail, you will become their slave, but if you fail, you will resist until the last moment, it's really admirable..."

At this point, Feng Feiyun suddenly tore off the man's beast skin, revealing his solid back.

At this time, the mountain peak discovered something different. The back of the person's muscles that were twisted had no scars, white in color, and there weren't many stains. It was even cleaner than the incisors that had bathed every day.

After the man had been stripped of his beast skin clothes, all the pores on his body suddenly contracted. He turned his head to look at Feng Zhiling in fear, or more accurately, he was looking at the gun in Feng Zhiling's hand.

There was a light swishing sound as countless people were killed. However, the serrated saber was still as sharp as before, its sharp teeth slightly hanging onto the man's flesh below his ribs. Before the man could relax, it suddenly opened up a wound, causing him to scream out loud in pain; the skin under his ribs was the most sensitive part of the human body, and even after feeling pain, it was still several times more painful than other places.

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