There was a playful look on the young man's face, like a mouse catching a cat. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said: "What I like best is your kind of abusive and arrogant slave of the wilderness. Your strength is not high, but the arrogance in your bones really makes you happy."
People like it.”
Having said this, his face darkened again, and he said in a gloomy and pitiful tone: "Because the last slave who was so arrogant made me feel uncomfortable, I used a knife to cut off his flesh piece by piece. Listen,
I wailed for him all day and all night, you want to try it."
Tang Xuanming had no expression on his face, but his expression became colder and colder. He originally thought that in the wilderness and when the human race was in such a difficult situation, all the tribes would unite and fight against the outside world together.
But they didn't expect to encounter such an unexpected thing. The middle-aged man didn't speak from the beginning to the end, but the terrifying pressure was on everyone's shoulders, making it impossible for the Pi tribe hunters to escape.
Obviously the young man also knew this, so, like a cat teasing a mouse, he paced slowly in front of Tang Xuanming.
Then he walked up to a young boy who couldn't move, pulled out the long knife from his waist, and slashed him with one blow.
Pi Lin's eyes widened, his pupils were bloodshot, his body trembled, and he tried his best to reach for the spear behind his back.
when!
The bone spear and the metal knife collided and made a clear and long sound. The young man looked leisurely, but Tang Xuanming wanted to cut him in half with one knife.
Because this so-called boy from the Cang tribe slashed his knife at another unsettled boy from the Pi tribe, Tang Xuanming once again blocked his attack, with murderous intent boiling in his heart.
The internal energy flowed faster and faster, and the animal robes on his body were swaying, looking particularly strange.
But Tang Xuanming did not dare to take action directly. There were four teenagers beside the middle-aged man who were leisurely watching the excitement and even making fun of him.
"Modu, you are getting more and more helpless. With your second uncle helping you to suppress you, it is really embarrassing to have to beat a barbarian for so long."
"Would you like me to help you? This will save you from doing some futile things."
The teenagers talked for a while, and the boy named Modu was more and more stimulated.
His expression became a little colder, with that mocking and playful smile still on his face, but his attack speed became faster and faster.
Tang Xuanming was getting more and more angry. At first, the boy was targeting non-vital parts of his hands and feet, but now he was directly targeting his throat. His techniques were getting faster and more vicious.
"We are all from the same human race, are you so vicious? Are you all so vicious against people of the same race?"
Tang Xuanming knocked the long knife away from the young man's hand with a spear and looked at the middle-aged man with an angry look.
The middle-aged man who had been sitting back and watching these teenagers take action showed a very interested look, but instead of answering Tang Xuanming's question, he thought to himself: "Your action is very interesting, it doesn't look like this group of people lingering in the wilderness.
The barbarians are capable of taking action under my pressure, and they seem to have some ability. Are you willing to submit to my Cang Clan?"
"A race that doesn't even care about its compatriots, and is worse than the beasts we hunt in the wilderness, what qualifications do they have for me to join?"
"They are just a group of barbarians who eat raw hair and drink blood. What qualifications do they have to be ranked alongside our tribe? They are no different from the wild beasts in the wilderness. How can they be called our fellow tribesmen?"
Before the middle-aged man could speak, the young man named Mo Feng said with a look of disgust, as if it was very shameful for Tencent to compare them with the people of the Pi tribe.
Pi Lingbao and the others' eyes were about to burst, their bodies were trembling violently, and they were unable to break free from the pressure. This caused their mouths and noses to bleed, and their faces were hideous.
The middle-aged man said indifferently: "Look at what they look like? They can't even break free from my pressure. They are neither humans nor ghosts. How can they be compared with me, the Cang Clan?"
As he spoke, the middle-aged man squeezed his hand casually, and Pi Lin let out a loud scream. His body was twisted in irregular postures, and he didn't know how many bones were broken.
Tang Xuanming's face turned completely cold. Just like his heart, the internal energy in his body circulated for seventy-two days in an instant, almost tearing his meridians apart.
But he didn't seem to realize that the people of the Pi tribe were treated like this by others, which made him furious.
"Yes, even such a barbaric race is qualified to be compared with us?"
"They're just a bunch of monsters that drink blood. Every time we walk into the wilderness, it's fine if we don't see them. They wander in front of us. Such ugly creatures must be killed to avoid tarnishing the reputation of the human race."
The young man from the Cang tribe mocked mercilessly, with a look of indifference deep in his eyes.
Tang Xuanming gently flicked the spear in his hand, shaking out a beautiful spear. He lowered his head slightly and said: "In this case, there is nothing to say. You consider yourself a higher race, so let me listen to the higher race."
What is so different about the cry of race.”
The internal energy accumulated to its peak poured out, all pouring into the bone spear in his hand, and the boiling murderous intention poured out, making the five teenagers change their colors.
The middle-aged man, who had always looked leisurely and had never looked directly at the Pi tribe, suddenly looked this way and shouted loudly: "How dare you!"
The young man closest to Tang Xuanming was completely enveloped by the terrifying aura, and was unable to move for an instant. He could only watch helplessly as a white bone spear got closer and closer to him, trying to pierce his chest.
The middle-aged man was like a big bird flying across the sky, a big pit appeared on the spot, and he was already in front of the young man.
A spear that condensed all of Tang Xuanming's energy and energy stabbed the knife in the middle-aged man's hand with unrivaled momentum. He acted hastily, and the long knife, whose strength was less than the third level at its peak, bounced high.
"Oops, I underestimated him! He is a fourth level person."
The middle-aged man felt a chill in his heart, but he was not too panicked. The sudden blow only slightly injured him at most. The young man would definitely not be able to escape his pursuit and was destined to die here.
He looked at the young man in front of him indifferently. He didn't even know this man's name until now, but he swore that this man would never see the sun tomorrow.
The young man in front of him had firm and decisive eyes. He was very familiar with this kind of eyes. The most ruthless group of people in the wilderness had this kind of eyes. Once he was an enemy of such a person, he would never be allowed to live.
The bone-white spear drove straight in, but it did not make a hole between his chest and abdomen as the middle-aged man guessed. The spear was thrown high into the air with just a tap, and there was no trace of damage on his body. Tang Xuanming
The target is not him.
"not good!"
"The Cang Clan will definitely hunt you to the ends of the earth."
Out of the corner of his eye, the middle-aged man could see Tang Xuanming piercing Mo Feng's chest with a spear. The Ant Emperor's Technique had reached the third level. The young man with a promising future among the Cang clan was torn apart with the young man's slight shake.
The entire clearing was tainted with the smell of blood.