Chapter 674

After the soul's power is wrapped in the body, it is stretched into a thin layer like a paper clothes, covering the whole body.

Only the sheepskin blanket under him, if you look closely, can still find that there is a person sitting on it.

But more than 100 people outside are all excited people. Where can we find out?

"The soul magic foundation of the Meizu is really mysterious. It must be the art of concealment. But at most, it can deceive these ordinary people, not to mention Taoists and immortals. Even those who have more powerful internal power, they can't hide it from them by feeling."

He thought to himself, the corner of his mouth slightly up, looking at the Yellow paparazzi in front of him.

"What? Now two years have been abandoned, do you still want to waste, also want to lose the face of my family? When I was wandering in the Jianghu, I also met many people who were cheating and abducting... "

"No way! Master, he can't be such a warlock! "

"Hum! If you don't believe it, let him come out to fight with me! Anyone here? If a man, how can I pull up the tent and hide like a weak lamb

"This, this..."

"Are you going to be a weak lamb? Then you are not worthy of being a member of the chijung tribe of our grassland, and even less worthy of being the son of harinaohai! "

"I am not a weak lamb!" Huang finally couldn't help but roar, his fists clenched tightly, and the green tendons on his neck were as thick as earthworms. "I want to be the king of the grassland!"

A roar shook the crowd.

The king of grassland, is that what any grassland people dare to think and say?

Even if he is the son of the head of the dog Army Department, it is because he is the son of the head of the dog Army Department that he can't think and say.

"Cut! What a shame

"Ha ha..."

...

bursts of laughter came from the crowd, making him shake slightly, as if he was about to faint and fall.

"Ha ha, king of grassland! How dare you say that? It's not good to follow me. You have to learn from that man like crazy? "

Hulegan looked up at him with a smile.

On the grassland, martial arts are respected. Even if Huang Gouzi is the son of a leader, if he is incompetent and arrogant, he will not be respected by anyone.

"Ah, ah, dry for the sky, the sky is healthy, and the sky is angry!"

Huang paparazzi was finally infuriated by his disdainful eyes. Before he even opened his fist, he flung his feet to the ground, and his whole body soared into the air and punched hulegan, who was still laughing at him on the horse's back.

Before they could scream, they immediately froze. They watched hulegan lift his hand gently, and then squeezed Huang paparazzi's right fist. Then, with a slight push of disdain, Huang Gouzi flew out of the distance and fell to the ground.

"I have no internal power, and my fist is unstable. It's just brute force. I can't stand a single blow. Come on? Grime, try the king of the prairie

Hulegan saw the Yellow paparazzi on the ground sprang up and took a deep breath. He did not shout, but rushed at him again.

Naturally, he felt bored and called out a person's name.

"Yes, ha ha, Xi RI gouligo, you were better than me two years ago. Come and have a look today!"

A figure darted down from the horse's back, and in three or two steps it rushed to hulegan, with an expression of eagerness on his face.

Seeing that he was in front of him, Huang didn't answer. He clenched his fists, drew back his waist and rushed towards him.

Grime is about his height, but obviously much better at fighting than he is.

When he came, he did not panic. His body sank slightly and his eyes were fixed on his shoulders.

When he saw the shaking of his right shoulder, he chuckled, his body swung back, and then his right fist hit out.

Huang paparazzi is very angry at this time. He doesn't remember any boxing skills. He just wants to knock down the person in front of him.

But Grimm was like a prophet. His right fist was shot out of thin air, but he was facing the right fist sent by Huang paparazzi.

"Bang" was a dull sound, and the crowd looked at it. Grimm's face turned a little red, and stepped back two steps, and then he stabilized himself.

However, Huang Gouzi stepped backward three steps, slipped his feet and nearly fell back to the ground.

Both of them fought the punch with their own brute force, but it was obvious that Grimm had the upper hand, but hulegan was not satisfied with it. He yelled, "where's your boxing?"

Grime seemed to wake up suddenly, clenched his fists, forced his feet, and took the initiative to rush toward Huang paparazzi.

Yi Heng looked coldly, and saw that grime was as strong as the wind, and he knew that there was a little internal force foundation.

And the panic stricken yellow paparazzi, where is the opponent?

However, it was difficult for him to arouse his interest in this kind of competition, so when he saw this place, he closed his eyes and studied his own reclusive skills.

"Canglong comes out of the water!"

"Bang!"

"Watch your fist at the bottom of your elbow!"

"Bang!"

In two years, the two people with the same level of strength should have enough distance.One is always fighting, the other is just practicing boxing.

Now people can see that Huang paparazzi has been knocked down to the ground again and again. He has been punched in his right eye. It is obvious that he has a circle of purple and blue.

The nose got a punch, blood gushed from the nose, and tears welled up.

"Ha ha, that's what you've learned in two years?" Grimm was laughing wildly and shouting his moves.

The eyes were wide open and incredible.

But then I felt very excited. At ordinary times, we all trained together and didn't feel that the fighting we practiced was so powerful.

Now, seeing this, I can't help but become confident.

This grime is only 11 years old, and he can knock down Huang Gouzi with one move.

Would it be more powerful if they used it?

Huang paparazzi fell on the grass for the sixth time, but he didn't get up.

Grime naturally would not fight to death. At this time, his face was flushed. He stepped forward and stood in front of him and said, "Xiri gouligo, give up! It's like when I gave up! "

When Huang Gouzai heard his voice, he could imagine his complacency and sarcasm without raising his head. Therefore, his body on the ground twisted slightly, but it seemed that he could not hold up his head.

"Ha ha, can't you get up? Then bury your face and be a weak lamb, just like your master, ha ha

"No ~..."

The Yellow paparazzi roared, reaching out with both hands, grabbing Grime's bare feet and turning his body sideways.

Grimm was unprepared for this. His feet were surrounded by his body, and his body suddenly hung in the air. The whole person immediately fell to the ground.

The crowd looked at the scene in surprise.

After grime fell to the ground, he seemed to have lost his sense of propriety. He turned over and threw himself at the Yellow paparazzi beside him.

They are like children, entangled in each other on the ground, rolling.

Sometimes the Yellow paparazzi with blood on his face pressed on it, and then turned over by Grimm, who clenched his teeth.

"Grimm, you've forgotten your wrestling skills so soon?"

Hulegan's eyes were scornful.

Both the boxing skills just now and the rolling struggle on the ground are enough to prove that Huang Gouzi has not learned any fighting skills in the past two years.

At this point, he seemed to feel too cautious.

It is a good thing to be cautious all the time, but if you are too cautious, you will think that he is timid.

If one year ago, no, if he insisted on competing with him when he entered the tribe, how could Huang Gouzi be cheated by him for two years in vain?

Grime, who was still rolling on the ground, heard this, his eyes glistened. His right hand grabbed the Yellow paparazzi's shoulder socket and buckled it tightly.

Huang paparazzi suddenly felt half powerless, and then a strong force came, and the whole body flew uncontrollably toward the distance.

"Pa ~", he fell heavily to the ground, and could not stop sliding outward for two feet.

Grime took the opportunity to get up and run for the yellow dog who had fallen to the ground.

...

after a cup of tea, the yellow dog can't get up again.

But Grimm was still standing in front of him, but no matter how excited, he couldn't get up.

Between the cups of tea, the yellow dog, like a mad dog, kept climbing up, his mouth blurry and Howling words that no one could understand, but he fell down again and again.

Hulegan scanned the open space where the tent had been lifted, and it was still empty.

He frowned slightly.

Naturally, he didn't pay attention to the two children's one-sided fight. But if that person is on the side, if he is really capable, why should Huang Gouzi still lose so badly?

"Hum! This time, you can hide quickly. Come with me and drive the horse to trample on this place! "

He roared on the horse's back and waved his right hand at the sheepskin blanket in the field.

Grimm sighed, turned, ran towards the crowd, and flew into the horse.

"Dada..."

At this time, listening to his words, they would lightly clip the horse's belly, and the horse would gently lift its front hooves to prepare to run.

But it is known to all that if such trampling still can not force the man out, there will be no more excitement to watch today.

However, even his disciple Huang Gouzi did not show up when he was so humiliated. How can he show up now?

The yellow dog is still crawling on the grass as if dead.

Only from his slightly trembling body and the vague words, we can see that he is not willing, nor will he.

But at this time all over the body pain and no extra strength.

Shaking his head slightly, Yi Heng sighed in a low voice: "sure enough, in the face of the enemy, you won't have the opportunity to fight eight times of Bagua youlongquan first. In this way, isn't it useless?"

If other people can't understand what Huang paparazzi is howling about, how can he not understand it?But for his howling "let me hit eight times first", the public didn't hear it clearly. I wonder if the mouse could really let him play eight times first?

In any case, he had no fear of the people who would drive them.

Even if there is no magic power available, even if not the power of the soul, with the body of the body, these seemingly tall horses, bumping into themselves, is no better than hitting the wall.

Only in this way, they will find their own invisibility, and they have to do it.

"Drive ~..."

No one in the crowd roared first, and the horses began to gallop, avoiding the Yellow paparazzi on the grass. He galloped stealthily.

He opened his eyes gently, and the two lights flashed away, but no one could see them.

"Since you don't know good or bad..."