Beast World Sweet Pet: I rely on the foundation to become a boss

As the two looked at each other like no one else, the orcs who participated in the totem sacrifice began to react.

"Roar!"

"Hoohoo!"

Like a signal, when the rampant force in his body reached a peak, the orc who drank the chicken soup couldn't help but change back to his animal form.

Looking up to the sky, the tiger roared, and the clansmen not far away followed suit one after another.

After venting his energy, the orc changed back to his animal form, stretched out his hands to remove the clothes on his upper body, and was immediately happy like a child.

"I also have a totem, I have a totem." The first orc who drank the soup cheerfully rushed to his partner and showed him his freshly baked totem.

During this period of time, he was quite aggrieved. He was originally one of the warriors of the tribe. Although his strength was not as good as Feng Yi and Lin's, that was still very good.

However, since a large number of clansmen possessed totems and their strength increased greatly, his strength was far from enough.

Although the clansmen never dislike them orcs without totems, they are always sad in their hearts.

If it was a totem bestowed by the Beast God, why couldn't he own it? Was it because the Beast God didn't recognize him? He thought about it countless times when he was alone.

But now it's better, he participated in the totem sacrifice, the descendant of the beast god, the sacrifice hosted by the wise man in Luoyang, and successfully possessed the totem, the beast god must also recognize him.

There are many other people like this.

The old orcs took a little longer to experience, but they all passed this level without any risk, and they all had totems on their chests.

The most important thing, the old orcs now feel that they are full of strength, as if they were many years younger.

Even if they are asked to go hunting at this time, to fight with ferocious beasts or even fierce beasts, they are willing to give it a try.

After all the clansmen had passed the totem sacrifice, the Tiger Tribe fell into a real carnival.

"They are so happy." Luo Yang sighed. The living environment of the orcs is not good, and the improvement of their strength is very important to them.

However, what Luoyang didn't know was that being recognized by the so-called beast god was more important to the beast people.

The friends all have totems, but they don't. During this period of time, these young orcs have been depressed to death, so they can't fall into carnival now.

"I'm very happy, I'm going to communicate with them." Feng Yi reached out and touched Luo Yang's face.

My partner is too kind, and does not leave a name for doing good deeds. These guys are still thanking the beast god. Hmph, it is necessary to teach them how to be beasts.

Feeling the touch on his face, Luo Yang was about to protest. This stinky tiger always likes to pinch his face recently. Could it be that he has grown flesh?

As soon as he turned his head, Feng Yi had already got up and walked towards the carnival orcs in the square.

"Uh..." Luoyang, what kind of trouble is this.

Luo Yang thought that Feng Yi's communication was to teach a word, to show the majesty of the patriarch or something.

In the end, the majesty did come out, but it wasn't just a lecture as he thought.

Feng Yi asked the young and middle-aged orcs who participated in the totem sacrifice today to line up to challenge him one by one.

Those orcs were agitated right now, they had nowhere to vent their energy, and the patriarch's proposal fit into their arms.

A huge empty circle was quickly made available in the middle of the square to facilitate their activities.

"Roar!" An orc couldn't wait to transform into a beast, and rushed towards Feng Yi.

result……

Feng Yi didn't even dodge for a moment, and didn't even change back into the animal shape, and directly gave the big tiger a left uppercut.

The big tiger was hammered back with a fist.

Shaking his head, the big tiger continued to rush forward without giving up.

Feng Yi, if the left uppercut is not enough, let's do another right uppercut, combined punches.

Within two rounds, the orc slumped and gave up. The patriarch's attack was too ruthless, and he felt that his bones were about to fall apart.

When Luoyang saw this scene, the corners of his mouth curled up to Lao Gao. His partner was handsome, so what to do, he liked it more and more.

In particular, Feng Yi had a cold face, as if it wasn't a lethal tiger that pounced on him, but some random garbage thrown over.

Uh, it doesn't seem very good to describe the clansmen like this, anyway, Feng Yi nonchalantly punched back the big tiger that was pounced on him, it's really cool.

Moreover, the big tiger persevered and continued to pounce, and Feng Yi continued to fight back with one fist.

No matter how you look at it, it seems to be playing with a big cat. It's so cute, isn't it?

Luo Yang stared at him, the big tiger in front of Feng Yi had already changed several times.

The clansmen who had been repulsed before were crying and rubbing their chins, watching in the crowd mournfully.

The patriarch is so cruel today.

Feng Yi in the arena finally realized belatedly that his partner's eyes were glued to the animal figures of his clansmen.

Feng Yi's eyes darkened.

"Roar!"

A white tiger with a very beautiful coat color appeared majesticly in everyone's sight...