The barbarian slapped the barbarian tiger on the butt. Zi Chen frowned and did not say anything to stop him. Of course, the lack of stopping did not mean that he stopped the barbarian, but that he did not stop the barbarian tiger.
Because of such a blow, the barbarian tiger will fight back.
Sure enough, before the barbarian's slap fell, the barbarian tiger had already reacted. He turned around like lightning, staring at the wood barbarian with a pair of cold tiger eyes, and the huge tiger claws had already been slapped down.
"Peng."
This blow hit the barbarian's head directly, and a huge force surged. The barbarian's body trembled first, and then flew out diagonally.
After flying seven or eight meters, the barbarian's head suddenly exploded, and white liquid splashed everywhere, and some even splashed on the altar.
A fifth-level warrior was killed by a single blow from the barbarian tiger. While everyone was shocked by the powerful strength of the barbarian tiger, they also knew that this man and the beast had completely offended the Wood clan, and they were probably about to die soon.
Sure enough, at the next moment, a group of people from the Wood Clan arrived.
Zi Chen and Barbarian Hu were already semi-surrounded. All the Mu tribe barbarians stared at Zi Chen indifferently, with undisguised murderous intent in their eyes.
The leader of the Mu tribe came forward, still sitting on the back of the wild wolf, pointing to the corpse not far away, and said: "We are just here to discuss business with you out of kindness. If we don't want to say it clearly, why bother killing people, young man?" Man, should you give me an explanation for this matter?"
It seemed that his words were an understatement, but in fact, the anger in the heart of the leader of the Wood tribe had already been burning. He was a fifth-level warrior. He wanted to deliberately cause trouble and provoke the other party to attack. They wanted to swarm him, but it was a good thing that he was slapped to death.
Zi Chen looked at the group of barbarians and sneered in his heart. It seemed that Zi Chen had seen this kind of trick many years ago and had been played by others. Knowing that the other party was looking for trouble, Zi Chen would not back down without reason. He smiled lightly. He said in a loud voice: "Then I will compensate you."
"How can you compensate for the life of a fifth-level warrior, little guy?" the leader of the Mu clan asked again.
During this period, the outsider named Mo Chen stared at Zi Chen with an expression on his face as if he was watching a show.
"My savage tiger is a level 6 savage beast. You just offered a price of 100 drops of level 5 blood essence. In my opinion, a level 6 savage beast is more valuable than a level 5 warrior. But for the sake of your death, , I don’t care about the one or two drops of essence and blood, for one hundred drops, I will pay for one hundred drops of fifth-level essence and blood." Zi Chen said.
Zi Chen's words were obviously a combination of cutting and beating, deliberately burying the people of the Mu clan. After hearing this, the hearts of the surrounding Mu clan people were filled with fire, and the murderous intent in their eyes became even stronger.
"Young man, it seems that you don't have the consciousness to admit your mistake." The leader of the Wood clan turned gloomy, and said after a moment: "Well, I won't make it difficult for you. I don't want a hundred drops of fifth-level blood essence, but After all, we lost one of our lives, so we can’t just let the matter go. Considering that you still have clan members, I’ll be more generous and compensate this savage tiger to us, and let the matter go.”
Zi Chen chuckled softly: "Haha, you are indeed generous. Anyway, it was not me who killed, but the tiger. If it wants, you can take it away at any time."
After Zi Chen finished speaking, he took two steps back, obviously not intending to care about the matter anymore. When the barbaric tiger heard this, he opened his bloody mouth and suddenly let out a tiger roar.
In the roar of the tiger, there was still the majesty that a sixth-level savage beast should have. When these fourth- and fifth-level savage wolves heard this, their legs weakened and they knelt down.
More than twenty barbarian wolves, more than half of them had fallen down at this moment, and the barbarians on top rolled to the ground in a state of embarrassment.
Although the fifth-level peak savage wolf did not fall, his body was trembling. The leader of the Wood clan shouted coldly at Zi Chen: "You are looking for death."
Zi Chen still sneered, and the barbarian tiger continued to roar loudly.
After the second tiger roar, many wolves fell down again, terrified.
"That's enough, shut up this beast." The leader of the Mu tribe shouted.
The other barbarians were extremely embarrassed, but they did not dare to attack the barbarian tiger. The scene where the barbarian tiger slapped his companion to death was still vivid in their minds.
The wild tiger's mouth opened wide, and the third tiger roar was about to be heard, but at this moment, a terrifying pressure fell on the wild tiger.
Under this pressure, the roar that the barbarian tiger just issued was suppressed. The pressure came from an outsider. When the barbarian tiger saw the other party, there was obvious fear in his eyes, and then he retreated subconsciously. After a few steps, he retreated to Zi Chen's side.
The outsider's joking eyes fell on the wild tiger, and the pressure around him did not weaken at all. He smiled and said: "Barking, keep barking."
Facing this coercion, the fear in Barbarian Tiger's eyes became even stronger, but Zi Chen didn't feel it at all and looked at the outsider indifferently.
"Hmph, kneel down." A sneer spread from the corner of the outsider's mouth, and then he let out a cold shout.
Seeing that the barbarian tiger could no longer hold on and its front legs had begun to bend, Zi Chen suddenly let out a cold snort and took a step forward.
"boom."
Golden light flashed around him, and the power within his body surged. With one step, the ground began to tremble. Under this surge of power, the pressure of outsiders was instantly shaken back.
With the coercion withdrawn, Mo Chen's eyes fell on Zi Chen again, with a hint of surprise on his face.
Zi Chen looked at Mo Chen and asked lightly: "What do you want."
Mo Chen smiled, looked up at Zi Chen, and said, "Little guy, it's not what I want, it's what you want when your mount kills someone."
Zi Chen's face was a little livid. It seemed like he was the victim. He had been cheated by others before and now they were deliberately looking for trouble. However, the other party acted as if they were in the wrong.
Zi Chen looked at the other Mu tribe barbarians and said, "What do you want?"
During this period, the barbarians of the Mu tribe had already stood up, and many of them were still covered in dust. One of the barbarians of the Mu tribe said coldly: "Either you keep this mount, or you lose your life, or else don't say you will have a hard time in the future. Even your people will definitely have a hard time."
Zi Chen's expression grew colder: "So, you are threatening me."
"Yes, we are threatening you, not only you, but also your tribe." The barbarian from the Mu tribe said ferociously.
Zi Chen suddenly had a smile on his face: "Do you know how I usually deal with people who threaten me?"
"How to deal with it?" the barbarian asked subconsciously.
The smile on Zi Chen's face suddenly disappeared, and he said coldly: "Hit."
As the words fell, Zi Chen turned into golden light and stepped forward. In almost one step, he was in front of the barbarian, and then punched.
"Peng."
The barbarian was hit on the chin, and his whole body flew backwards under the punch. The level four barbarian wolf next to him was also kicked away by Zi Chen.
Zi Chen's attack was as fast as lightning, and after succeeding in the attack, he dodged towards the second person, and then followed the same pattern. The barbarian and his mount Barbarian Wolf were all beaten away by Zi Chen.
This time, because the force was stronger, one person and one beast flew dozens of meters, almost hitting an open-air stall.
After knocking away two people and two beasts, the other barbarians reacted. After shouting loudly, they also launched an attack on Zi Chen.
Facing numerous attacks, as long as they were not in fatal positions, Zi Chen would not dodge at all. He would either punch or kick, either blowing away a barbarian or kicking away a barbarian wolf.
Pengpeng's voice kept ringing, and the usually extremely powerful barbarian was so vulnerable in front of Zi Chen.
There were also some who had their arm bones shattered by Zi Chen's punch when they had a head-to-head fist fight.
Before their perfect bodies, these fifth-level warriors were vulnerable to a single blow, and were repeatedly knocked away by Zi Chen.
While Zi Chen was taking action, Man Hu was just watching the show, showing no sense of loyalty.
"Stop." Just when the leader of the Wood Clan shouted these two words, Zi Chen had already knocked down half of the Wood Clan and Barbarian Wolf.
In the distance, everyone else was stunned, never expecting that the strength of this barbarian with a savage tiger was so terrifying.
Zi Chen retracted his fist and kicked away a wolf that was scared to death. Then he looked at the leader of the Mu tribe and asked, "What do you think about this matter?"
The leader of the Wood tribe was so angry that his nose was crooked when he heard this. Just when he was about to teach the other party a lesson, Mo Chen finally spoke.
He had always been smiling before, but his expression didn't change much after seeing the Wood tribe barbarian flying upside down.
He walked towards Zi Chen, the curiosity in his eyes became even stronger: "He is an interesting little guy, but let's stop here."
Then, Mo Chen stretched out his finger and smiled at Zi Chen: "Do you know what this means?"
"You have to pick your nose." Zi Chen said.
Zi Chen's answer made Mo Chen feel confused, and many barbarians in the distance almost laughed out loud. They all thought that this was so weird, that they could guess that they were going to pick their noses.
Being teased by this barbarian, Mo Chen's face was obviously unhappy. He snorted coldly: "It's one move, no, not one move, it's one finger, one finger, and I can kill you."
"Really, then I want to see it." Zi Chen looked at the other person's finger and said, "But if you can't solve me with just one finger, then let's give up today's matter."
Being haggled by stupid barbarians made Mo Chen even more unhappy, but out of confidence, he said coldly: "Okay, but don't worry, I will definitely destroy you with one finger."
"Well, everyone can testify for me. If you can't kill me with one blow, let's forget about it today." Zi Chen raised his voice, but obviously he couldn't get any response.
And Mo Chen was really angry. He shouted directly: "That's enough, you stupid barbarian, you should die."
As soon as he finished speaking, the energy in Mo Chen's dantian surged crazily, and then the powerful power gathered between his fingers. The next moment, his outstretched fingers began to glow, emitting a dazzling light.
At first, Zi Chen thought that the other party must have special pointing power, just like his thunder fingers or finger bones, but now when he looked at the other party, he saw that the other party had completely poured his energy into his fingers and was just attacking.
This kind of behavior really underestimated Zi Chen and his perfect body. Zi Chen sneered in his heart and made a decision at the next moment.
After that, Zi Chen clenched his fist, fused the barbaric skills to evolve in his heart, and then punched.
The golden fist light directly hit one of the opponent's fingers, and Mo Chen's fingers began to bend as the surging force touched him.