The appearance of the wild is as beautiful as a flower [System]

Yuan Fei's voice was not too loud, but the guards heard it almost immediately. They pulled the grass rope and opened the door of the tribe's entrance. With the bloody smell of depression and fighting, they subconsciously put their hands on the weapons they carried.

Yuan Fei, holding the straw basket, walked in step by step through the door that opened at the entrance of the tribe.

"Hoo ho ho--"

The deafening sound resounded throughout the tribe's grounds, even echoing quite a bit of response.

There were dense crowds of people crowded together in the arena. He didn't see only a black mass of people at first glance. He made a rough estimate, except for those who stood guard on the stone wall, probably everyone gathered here.

There were a few "bumps", the sound of muscles colliding, and a faint smell of blood wafted around.

A few people on the periphery were cheering with spears in their hands, and when they saw the people behind them from the corner of their eyes, they immediately collapsed to the ground in fright.

How did the messenger of God the Father come back?

Didn't you say you were going out for three days?

Yuan Fei glanced coldly at the people on the ground, and the people beside him were shocked when they saw him, and the surrounding voices all quieted down for a while, only the people inside were still immersed in the intense cheers and shouts.

"Get out of the way." From the corners of Yuan Fei's mouth, he spat out the two words in a moderate manner. His face was well-defined, with a deep arc drawn, his eyes were bright and bright, and his breath was breath-taking, icy cold.

Everyone sighed and moved out of the way. Every time Yuan Fei took a step in, the sound of muscles colliding got closer, and the smell of blood was so strong that it made him a little nauseous.

"Original non!"

With a sound next to his ear, Yuan Fei stood in the front, his pupils dilated suddenly.

Mammoth saw Yuan Fei, yelled, and then stumbled and ran to Yuan Fei. Because of this sound, the field was immediately quiet, as if the sound of falling leaves was infinitely louder, and everyone moved their eyes to Yuan Fei. non body.

Yuan Fei's dark eyes stared at Qi, whose arm was almost covered in blood. The two of them looked at each other, and their eyes collided.

The messenger of God the Father came back early.

The atmosphere froze, and Qi half-kneeled on the ground with one knee. Warm blood flowed from his arm, soaking the fallen leaves under his feet, and a piece of skin on his knee was pricked, revealing a bloody mess. His blood-red eyeballs became extremely sharp after seeing Yuan Fei, and then he stood up with a big hand, raised his hand and casually wiped off the blood mixed with hair from the wound on his forehead. To the person opposite: "Continue."

But the sudden appearance of Yuan Fei obviously made the person on the opposite side dare not move for a while, and even tensed up his whole body, terrified and trembling.

"What's going on." Yuan Fei said the four short words but felt a slight numbness on the tip of his tongue. He looked at the embarrassed Qi, his eyelashes moved slightly, and he closed his eyes for a few seconds and then opened them. asked the mammoth next to him.

Mammoth's complexion was not good, and his face was white: "They, they said Qi——and I are not qualified to be the chief and priest of the tribe."

One sentence is not clear in an instant. There are more people in the tribe. Before, each tribe had priests and patriarchs. It is believed that the strong win and the weak lose, and only the person with the strongest fighting power in the tribe is the real patriarch.

The law of primitive wildness has always been like this and has never changed.

"Messenger of the Father God, this is the way to choose the strongest warrior. Only with the strongest patriarch can the tribe grow stronger." A male warrior stood up, and Yuan Fei vaguely remembered that he was the patriarch of a tribe he joined recently. He couldn't find any faults in what he said, and he was cautious, for fear that Yuan Fei would get angry and use his divine power on him. After all, Qi is a male warrior who formed a bond with Yuan Fei, which is why they chose to challenge Yuan Fei in the few days when Yuan Fei was away. Qi's reason.

"But you can't challenge Qi one by one, it's not fair!" Mammoth roared, after Qi defeats a male warrior, a second and third male warrior will come forward to challenge him, no matter how powerful the warrior is They couldn't stand such a waste, they obviously wanted to take advantage of Yuan Fei's going out to kill Qi.

Mammoth grabbed Yuan Fei with trembling hands: "Yuan Fei, Qi hasn't stopped since the evening after you left." If you knock down one, the second one will come forward to challenge him.

Qi Guang's naked upper body was covered with blood, and his face showed a state of blood loss, and there was a chill on the soles of his feet.

So much blood—

"Okay, I see." Yuan Fei in the crowd straightened his back habitually, and his quiet eyes did not show any abnormality at first glance. He pushed away the mammoth's hand, bowed and put the straw basket in his arms. To the ground, and then step by step towards Qi, step by step, the fallen leaves made a sound that could not be more subtle.

At a distance of one step away from Qi, Yuan Fei stopped, turned his head slightly, and looked at the person who was about to fight opposite Qi, his sharp eyes were deep, too quiet to understand the meaning.

With just a glance, Yuan Fei withdrew his gaze. He looked at the bloody Qi, raised his finger, and touched the wound on his forehead. The smell of blood seemed to rush straight into his chest.

Everyone around fell silent.

But Yuan Fei just made this movement, and took his hand back, and then staggered past Qi's body, stretched his arms, and jumped onto the big rock on the field: "Who is the strongest male fighter, I will witness. "The voice was neither fast nor slow, as if looking down on everyone from above.

Qi with red eyes smiled, and he took a deep breath, the smell of blood filled his chest, but it seemed to stimulate the excitement in his blood that was about to burn.

"Come on." The low and hoarse words meant the start of a new round of fighting.

Blood was splattered, fallen leaves were lifted and swayed, dead branches were broken, and the sound of bones colliding and breaking resounded throughout the tribe. The difference was that no one cheered like just now, and everyone was unusually quiet.

Han, who is usually carefree, stood on the side, stroked his chin, and let out a chuckle in his throat: "I said, even if Yuan Fei comes back, this battle will not end here." What is Yuan Fei? People, although he doesn't know, but he knows Qi's character, no male fighter is willing to hide behind a female.

The bustling crowd gathered together, unusually quiet, a young and beautiful female sat cross-legged on a high rock, with his hands on his lap, ten fingers crossed together weakly, the veins on the back of his hands were faintly raised, The expression is extremely calm, under the shadow of the swaying tall leaves, there is an inexplicable sense of weirdness abruptly.

The fight was going on all the time, Yuan Fei was watching intently from beginning to end, breathing steadily, even when Qi was overturned and bright red blood splashed out, he didn't even make a sound.

"It's not... you help the patriarch, these challenges are not fair." Under the big rock, Mu Ju raised a small face, his lips were a little pale, he held his fingers on the rock tightly, and looked at the scene with worry. He glanced at him, then turned to look at Yuan Fei: "He hasn't stopped beating for almost three days, he will die! Yuan Fei... the messenger of the Father God, if you help him, even if you don't, it's not fair. Yes, you have the right to stop it." He begged pitifully, his eyes seemed to be filled with tears.

With a "snap" in the middle of the field, Qi's arm was twisted in a twisted posture, and the sound of his muscles being torn apart seemed to hit Mu Ju's heart, causing him to shiver violently.

Yuan Fei's eyes flickered for a moment, and he rubbed the center of his brows with his knuckles, his raised fingers were slightly crystal clear under the light: "What identity are you using to do this with me? It has nothing to do with you." Answer Neither warm nor cold, just simply stating a fact.

Mu Ju's eyes widened instantly, and he was silent for a while: "I just—"

"He is a male warrior with his own self-esteem and pride. You are insulting him by asking me to stop him. Get lost." Yuan Fei glanced at the beech with contempt. Mu Ju felt guilty, forcing him to lower his head and run away in a hurry.

The sky was getting dark unknowingly, and when the last person who challenged was knocked down by Qi and was pinned down on the ground, the surroundings were so quiet that it seemed as if the sound of breathing could be heard.

From Yuan Fei's point of view, he could even see that the flesh on the back of Qi's hand had been worn away, exposing the dense white bones.

——The challenge is over, no one is moving forward, Qi Cu is panting, his knees are half kneeling on the ground, his blood-covered muscles exude the breath of a beast, this momentum makes him stand up, Standing among the blood-red fallen leaves.

A real strong man exudes a power that makes people fear, and at the same time makes them admire.

They have a different understanding of Qi, his strength and totem are the best in the wild, they admit defeat, Qi is enough to be the patriarch of the Yanyi tribe.

"Ho Ho Ho—— Qi! Qi!" The silent crowd erupted into fierce roars, and they cheered for the final winner.

Yuan Fei, who was sitting dry on the big rock, finally moved at this moment. He jumped down. I wonder if he had been sitting in the same position for a long time. When Yuan Fei stepped on the ground, the numb soles of his feet did not feel any touch. In front of the person covered in blood, he looked at Qi with pitch-black eyes.

The eyeballs in Qi's eye sockets were bleeding, and his thick black eyebrows were stained with solidified blood, and he didn't know if it was his own or someone else's. It was shocking to see.

He looked at Yuan Fei's beautiful and moist eyes, and his voice was sharp and rough: "Yuan Fei."

"Well, I saw it."

As Yuan Fei's last word landed, Qi's tall and strong body quickly weakened, and he fell on Yuan Fei's body with a "slap". He buried himself in Yuan Fei's thin shoulder socket, tensing his muscles after the battle. All relaxed.

Yuan Fei let out a breath, his thin and slender body just stood upright to bear the strength of Qi's whole body, without being bent at all, and held it securely, he wrapped his arms around Qi's shoulders, and he didn't even notice it, With his fingers trembling slightly, he pressed his cheek against Qi's blood-stained temple, the pupils in his eyes grew, and he murmured, "It's over."