I Am a Chief in a Primitive Tribe

Out of Baishuyuan to the south, there is a large expanse of grassland.

The Eagle Feather Dragon seemed to have never seen such a wide sky before, and each one was about to move, obviously wanting to flap its wings and spread its wings and fly high.

Mu Feng looked in his eyes, thinking about how fast the three eagle feather dragons were flying with him the day before yesterday. Now that he thinks of it, it makes him feel incredible.

But once the three eagle feather dragons flew away in such a wide grassland, how would he chase them back?

But this time I went to the Manniu Department, Mu Feng was still expecting these three eagle feather dragons to be able to do amazing things. If they didn’t train well on this road, if they ran away at the critical moment of the war, he would have nowhere to chase them. Chase it!

After thinking about it, he decided to ride the eagle feather dragon to fly for a while, taking advantage of the situation to tame them.

So Mu Feng signaled to Han Shu to command the army, and he communicated with an eagle feather dragon, which was the largest before, and now this eagle feather dragon has been named "Great Dragon" by him.

The two eagle-feather dragons that follow are naturally called "two dragons" and "little dragons"-they are all based on their body shapes.

The big dragon has been strengthened by the wood road derivation technique, and its eyes are more obedient than the other two eagle feather dragons.

To be on the safe side, Mufeng decided to ride it to train a wave of instructions to see how it executes.

After receiving the benefit of Mufeng, the dragon was very cooperative. He landed on the ground and flapped his wings to signal Mufeng's upper body.

Mu Feng turned on its back and said "take off". The big dragon's wings flicked, one or two meters above the ground, and once again, it flew directly high.

The ability to rise from the ground with these two strokes is already far beyond the other two eagle feather dragons-after all, they are naturally large, and it is very difficult to take off.

After taking off diagonally upwards, the dragon shook its wings a few more times. It was already tens of meters above the ground, and Mu Feng looked down and felt that the horses and people underneath looked much smaller.

Mu Feng first blew a melodious whistle, signalling the dragon to circle, and the dragon did so, hovering on the side of the wing above the Jiang cavalry.

It seemed to the people below that it was the big bird in the sky, waiting for an opportunity, ready to attack them at all times.

Everyone in Da Jiang was very excited and cheered.

The war slaves looked flustered one by one, and their complexions turned pale.

Naturally, they could see that there was a figure on the big bird—that figure was the great chief who made them lose their freedom and gave them hope!

At this moment, Mu Feng's figure in the hearts of these people is also like a god.

Mu Feng patted the dragon's back with satisfaction, and another loud and sharp whistle signaled it to dive forward—the dive attack they are best at!

Sure enough, the dragon uttered a long "tweet" and swept diagonally downward from the air.

Because its own weight is relatively heavy, and the flapping of its wings accelerates, it drops more than half of its height in just an instant.

Mu Feng hugged the shoulder blades between the dragon's wings tightly, his head tilted downwards, and the sound of the wind in his ears "whoops", and his cheeks ached when he pulled.

At this moment, he hurriedly sounded another bendable whistle, indicating that the dragon fell to the ground for an instant and then took off, which was equivalent to a turnback.

The dragon naturally did so. When it descended to less than one-third of the height from the ground, its wings were slightly retracted, and the two claws should be stretched backward to grab it.

At the moment of landing, it grabbed a hand with its two claws against the ground, bounced up again, and took off again diagonally!

Mu Feng glanced down and found that its two claws had grabbed a handful of weeds, wrapped in mud.

This is also its most powerful dive to attack its prey-it was this grab before that directly smashed a horse!

Mu Feng had seen their claws, they were really as hard and sharp as iron stones.

The big dragon flying obliquely skipped upward again, and another "tweet" resounded through the sky.

The big dragon carried the wood wind to the previous height again, and circled forward with the army.

Mu Feng flew into the sky riding a big dragon, his heroic aura, and he felt like a slave when he leaned down.

Just as he was about to take the big dragon to practice again, he suddenly heard a thin, crisp cry from above his head quickly approaching from top to bottom: "Chirp--"

Before Mu Feng could react, he found that the big dragon under him was shivering, his wings were unstable, and he flapped and flew down.

"what happened?"

The wooden kite was about to use advanced animal training techniques to inquire about the situation, but found that there was a small yellow dot on the top of the head obliquely upward, and it hit the dragon's head straight!

"What the hell!" Mu Feng subconsciously reached out to pick it up, and suddenly screamed "Ah", and saw that the yellow thing on the back of his palm directly gave a small wound!

And the yellow thing flew out diagonally again!

"What is this?" Mu Feng couldn't worry about the injury on his hand, and suddenly reacted. If he hit the dragon's head just now, he would definitely kill him!

The dragon had already swept down, obviously afraid of the goose yellow thing just now.

But the strange thing didn't seem to want to let the dragon go. It flew quickly and swept down quickly. The target was a little bit below where the dragon fell.

This is equivalent to it will appear in the position where the dragon is about to appear, and then smash the dragon's head!

The already strengthened dragon immediately reacted, his life stopped, his wings fluttered, and he flew high again, just to avoid the mortal blow just now!

Looking at Mu Feng, it was obvious that the yellow thing was a bird!

It's just that its wings flapped too fast, like an engine, so Mu Feng could only see a cloud of yellow flashing past the dragon's beak!

The dragon was forced to fly upwards.

But the little yellow bird didn't hold back, and even fluttered its wings upwards and hit the dragon's head again.

Mu Feng suddenly reacted, Dalong should have encountered a natural enemy!

"What the hell!" Mu Feng had a temper, grabbed the dragon's shoulder blades with one hand, and stretched out the other. Before the yellow bird approached, he shouted from the bottom of his heart: "Boom!"

The yellow bird was approaching at this time, and was pressed directly from the head by Mu Feng's great earthen technique, instantly losing his center of gravity, and planted straight down.

You know, the art of the Dao Dao Dao can't even be carried by such big guys as Hu Leibao and Sha Lao San.

This yellow bird was pressed down from the sky by an inexplicable force, repeatedly flapping its wings to no avail, let out a stern chirp, "chirp", and then fell down!

It seems that this little yellow bird should have hurt its wings by pressing vigorously.

Mu Feng patted the dragon, motioned it to hover down quickly, and then caught it before the little yellow bird fell to the ground!

After landing, he grabbed the little yellow bird and looked left and right. He was amazed.

This little yellow bird is no more than a palm, its tail and wings occupy more than two-thirds of its body, its belly is yellowish, its wings and back are all sparrow-like hemp brown, with a yellow beak and a pointed beak.

This little yellow bird was caught, and screamed "chirp" and "chirp" in Mu Feng's hands in horror!

But it was caught by Mu Feng, and its wings were injured again. It couldn't escape at all, so it could only scream there.

Mu Feng looked left and right and couldn't figure out what it was, but he was sure that the natural enemy of the Eagle Feather Dragon hadn't escaped-because the degree of fear of the dragon from just now was enough to prove all this.

To no avail, he had to ask the system.

The result system gives an answer: "Flycatcher, a bird that combines the temperament of the tyrant flycatcher and the peregrine falcon, the natural enemy of eagles and raptors. Warlike, ferocious temperament, eats the brains of eagles, eats meat, and can fly at the fastest speed. Up to 350 kilometers per hour! Use high speed to attack raptors and kill them in one blow!"

"I'm going!" Mu Feng exclaimed, "I've caught up with the helicopter so soon! If this is hit, the dragon will crack his head in a moment?"

He looked at the palm of his hand, a wound that was not much bigger than a fingernail, but it was already **** and bloody--if it hadn't been treated with a wood-derived technique, I'm afraid this wound would make him unbearable.

"But..." Mu Feng grinned strangely, "Such a little guy can make the Eagle Feather Dragon scared like this, not bad, not bad!"

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