Return to Primitive Society and Become a Chief

Usma stepped on the female wall of Hengqiao, pinched her waist with one hand, let her long hair drift in the air, pointed at the dog outside Hengqiao that was obviously shocked, and let out a long scream: "Just special What is your name?"

Gudong.

The sound of saliva swallowing into the abdomen sounded, and the thief looked at Usma blankly.

Tushan was also stunned.

The Hu outside the bridge was also dumbfounded.

The members of the Qingfeng clans who were hit by the boulder were also dumbfounded.

Usma raised her eyebrows and yelled: "Come here, let's continue if you don't agree, aren't you arrogant, come on, idiot!"

Facing Usma's provocation, Hao was directly angry.

"Damn, I killed you!"

As he said, Li grabbed and threw the spear, and charged towards Usma. While running, the spear in his hand was ready to be thrown out.

The thief was shocked when he saw this, and quickly said: "Usma, little..."

Before the heart word fell, I heard Usman's disdainful voice: "Western direction, two-fifths of the load, ready to throw stones."

Ji thief was stunned: "What the hell?"

However, in the next second, the thief knew what Usma was talking about.

There were seven consecutive whistles in the air, and huge slings flew out of the valley.

Originally, the throwing spear in Li's hand had already flown out, and it was aimed in the direction of Usma.

However, the sling came first, and a stone the size of a millstone directly threw the spear into the air, and followed the cast without reducing, and went straight to the scorpion.

"Damn it, who can throw a stone so far!"

Angrily cursed.

However, he only had time to utter such a sentence and had to retreat quickly.

Bang bang bang.

Seven loud noises in a row.

The seven boulders lined up in the place where Li had previously settled, shocked the latter with a white hair sweat.

He looked at the huge rock that was only a palm distance from his feet, and his heart was full of fear.

I just withdrew a little bit slower, and let the huge boulder be directly smashed to death.

The members of the Qingfeng tribe are all in a panic at this time.

Everyone is an ordinary person, no matter how fierce they are, they are still a little scared when they see a picture of a boulder that can fly to the sky far beyond their imagination.

It's not just a fist-sized stone, so anyone can pick it up and throw it out.

This is a boulder.

It's all up to the boulder of his own body.

Moreover, it flew out of the Li volcanic valley six or seventy steps away.

If you count the strange building made of trees and stones in the Lihuo tribe that blocked everyone's footsteps, the stone flew out at least 80 steps.

Usma stood on the female wall of the Hengqiao, hooked her neck outwards, and jokingly said: "Oh, the speed is quite fast, you deserve to be the first member of the Qingfeng tribe, come, let's have fun today."

With that said, Usma continued to shout: "Directly west, three-sevenths of the load, sling stone!"

Before Li could say a word, in the next second, another seven boulders flew out, aimed at where he was resting, and smashed over.

"Damn it!"

Swearing aloud, Li could only flee back and forth.

Every boulder flew past his body, and the speed of hiding was fast enough, but the flying stone still wiped out a lot of scars on his body.

Every time you avoid the boulder, you are in a race against life and death.

Any time it takes a second to slow down, it is dead and head broken.

Yan is conceited that the world is invincible, and no one has ever made him feel so embarrassed before meeting Ji Thief.

Even Ji thief did not use the fire attack, nor did he push the qi into a desperate situation.

But looking at this time again, a random middle-aged man in the Lihuo tribe allowed himself to experience the feeling of passing death 21 times.

After this pass, Li felt exhausted.

He is now a hundred steps away from it.

Li, who thought he was safe, tried to resist the weakness of his legs and didn't let himself fall to the ground. It wasn't that he was tired, but that he was afraid.

Li wiped the sweat beads on his forehead, just about to take a breath, above the cross bridge, Usma's roar came again.

"North west, forget it, look at the direction of my fingers, carry four-ninths of the load, and attack me! I really don't believe it, let you jump in front of me."

Li's pupils tightened again, and as soon as he looked up, seven boulders flew out again.

Li opened his mouth and cursed. He was exhausted physically and mentally. He had no choice but to drag his scared stupid body to avoid it again.

After another series of races with life and death, Li couldn't stand anymore, and sat on the ground with a plop, gasping for breath.

Usma's triumphant laughter spread to the audience, and even Li couldn't figure it out. He had withdrawn one hundred and twenty steps away. How did the smirk guy spread the sound so far? Just like the flying stones he threw out, it was like joking.

Li didn't know. At this time, Usma, holding a horn-shaped loudspeaker made of copper in his hand, laughed loudly: "The first person in the Qingfeng tribe, how does it feel? Is it very exciting? Ah? Come on, let's play slowly, but let me remind you first, my catapult can hit as far as 389 steps, you have to be careful, otherwise you die, who am I looking for Go get it right."

Hearing this sentence clearly, Li almost vomited blood to death.

Damn, when did the man who can beat the black bear empty-handed as the first person in the Qingfeng tribe, the **** of war of the Qingfeng tribe, become a tool for the opponent to practice his head?

"Our target has retreated to a distance of one hundred and fifty steps. Everyone is ready to add half of the load and let me continue the attack!" Usma shouted.

Hearing this, Li stomped his feet. Although he didn't believe that Usma's trebuchet could be thrown so far, he didn't dare to make fun of his life.

Li was scared.

Yes, you read that right, Li is scared.

This self-confident man with his own strength and unparalleled combat power was scared.

The Ji thief's fire attack failed to defeat this man, and Usma's trebuchet was terrified.

Li retreated while avoiding the sling, and every time a sling fell by his side, he would be terrified.

That really feels like death.

"Master Li, be careful!"

Just when Hao had run nearly three hundred steps, the flying stone that had chased him all the way once again shrouded Hao's head.

If possible, Li really wants to shout a **** at this time.

You can really throw it this far, right?

Hearing the reminder from the people below, Li turned around abruptly.

The Qingfeng people on both sides were scared to hide away. They now understand that as long as they don't stand with Hao, they won't be affected by the boulder.

It is precisely because of this that, as long as the place is 50 steps around, you can't find a Qingfeng tribe.

Their verbal reminders belonged to reminders, but none of them came to help.

For no other reason, everyone is afraid of death.

Hao once again showed his embarrassment in front of the Qingfeng people who worshipped him.

In order to survive, Li didn't care about anything.

However, everyone in Qingfeng didn't laugh at him. After all, it was really uncomfortable for the boulder to fall, no one could hold it anymore.

That is to say, it is still okay to be able to hold on for so long.

Although it is a bit ugly to avoid the boulder, this is understandable.

It's just that everyone is really scared of the flying stone that can fly hundreds of steps away.

Even the recognized first person in the tribe couldn't hold the Li, because they were just ordinary people, and it was even more uncomfortable.

Finally ran to three hundred and fifty steps away. This time, Li was really out of strength.

He was soaked with sweat all over, and he was gasping for breath.

The whole person is like being fished out of the water.

However, before he rested, another wave of slings came.

Li anxiously said: "Come on!!!"

He was also very angry and picked up a wooden sign from the ground, feeling that he was being played as a monkey, and his heart was frustrated.

Think about my dignified God of War, when has he been bullied like this?

He got angry, raised the wooden sign, and slammed into the flying boulder.

With a loud bang, the flying stone collided with the wooden sign.

A few pieces of wood flew up in the air, and then looking at the ha, the whole person flew out like a cannonball out of the chamber.

Usma, who set up a pergola and looked out, saw this scene, and turned his head to smile at the thief: "Master Patriarch, it's done."