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Everyone's eyes widened as they stared in the middle of the field, the Flame Child who had defeated Igor. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

One punch! just one punch knocked Igor to the ground, unconscious.

Such a scene and majesty are too shocking, especially the moment when Igor is knocked down, it is like a meteorite falling to the ground, and the momentum is monstrous!

"How is this possible?"

In the hearts of countless people, turbulent waves have been set off. Igor is very famous among the tribe, and has practiced fighting among the beasts since he was a child, and is extremely fierce and has many fans among the tribe.

In their opinion, Igor could not have lost to the "weak" looking Oriental man Son of Flame.

But the reality was a slap in the face. The Oriental man just looked thin, and his physical explosiveness was terrifying to the point of being comparable to a red tank.

The power of a punch is terrifying.

Wang Yan just stood there quietly, with one hand in his pocket, calm as usual, as if it was not him who had just burst out with the power of a giant beast.

However, everyone's eyes changed when they looked at him, and in the midst of fear, there was a burning respect.

The Winter Gods are a primitive tribe that is semi-detached from modern technology, and they worship nature, hunting, and strength. The weak will be eliminated, while the strong will be widely respected and worshipped.

In fact, every corner of the world is like this. The law of the jungle is the strongest, and the winner is king.

Anatoly's pupils shrank sharply, and when he looked at Wang Yan, there was no longer the slightest disdain, but was full of incomparably solemn and jealous colors. Originally, in his plan, Igor made a fight against the Children of Flame, first to see if he was as powerful as rumored, breaking through the shackles and becoming a legend.

Second, if the Son of Flame is a flower frame that has been held out, he doesn't mind taking this opportunity to slap the Flame Child's face fiercely, so that the Midwinter Hunter God Parisa will lose face and lose his prestige.

But he didn't expect that the Son of Flame would be so strong and domineering, and he stunned Igor with one punch whose strength had reached A-level. Such a result, even if Anatoly himself played, would never be able to achieve it, and he would have to spend a dozen or twenty moves to defeat Igor.

Could it be that the Children of Flame have really reached the legendary level as rumored underground?

For a moment, Anatoly's face was cloudy and unsightly. In terms of age, the Flame Son was more than ten years younger than him, but he didn't expect that this Son had left him far behind.

Wang Yan didn't taunt more, and walked back to his camp with his pocket. This time, it was just to deter the young people of this tribe, and by the way, to give Palisha a boost in face and prestige.

It's just a small person who has never seen the world, and it's really not worth boasting about. His fighting skills are all fought again and again, and he has fought hard again and again, and he has fought hard with real knives and guns.

There are no too many fancy movements, and there is not the slightest hint of intention, only the most simple and direct way, at the most critical moment, to give the opponent a fatal blow, this is his way of fighting.

What's more, Wang Yan has fought many strong men along the way, slashed the abyss demons, and even once faced a real hell demon god, compared to these terrible opponents, just one Igor is just a frog at the bottom of the well who makes a lot of nonsense!

"Son of Flames!

There were bursts of enthusiastic cheers in the audience.

The Winter God Clansmen who watched the game around, they had always worshiped the strong, and at this time, whether it was the ancestral court or the clansmen of the side branches, they were all completely conquered by the power of Wang Yan's fist.

Bai Lisa breathed a sigh of relief, "The Flame Child really lives up to its name, and it is amazingly strong!" Before the results came out, she was still a little worried. Now that I think about it, being so worried is purely unnecessary.

"Hehe, Lao Wang himself has long been integrated into the nature of heaven and earth, and his perception and reaction ability are not comparable to just Igor. The red tank said with some emotion, "I originally thought that I had achieved a legend, and I would be able to beat the old king." Unexpectedly, Lao Wang's progress should not be underestimated. Alas~ Being born in the same era as this guy is really a headache. ”

Nan Lian showed a warm smile, although she didn't speak, but her eyes shone with gratification, of course Xiao Yan would not lose to such a nobody, but in the blink of an eye, Xiao Yan has progressed to this point, and she can't fall behind in the next few days. I hope to become a legend as soon as possible and not become a burden to him.

"By the way, I almost forgot to ask. Wang Yan turned around suddenly, and said with a smile, "It's really rude for me to come down like this." I should ask, is there anyone else who wants to keep playing?"

"What......?"

The young and middle-aged men of those tribes, their expressions froze, the situation is like this, who would dare to come on stage to challenge your son of flames? Under Wang Yan's seemingly calm gaze, they all avoided Wang Yan's gaze and did not dare to look at him.

Even the wild boar young man Halbara, when he touched Wang Yan's gaze, trembled and lowered his head in awe. Although he was not convinced in his heart, he wanted to beat the Flame Child to the ground and avenge his brother. However, the gap between strengths is always an insurmountable obstacle.

Still, there is hope for them.

After all, Anatoly, the strongest of them, has not yet made a move. He is an idol-level powerhouse in the younger generation who is not inferior to the midwinter hunting god Palisa.

With such thoughts in mind, the young people who still had hope secretly aimed their eyes at Anatoly, who was known as the Tiger of the Northland. Although they recognized and worshiped the Flame Child as a strong man, they even more hoped that a powerful person of their own would stand up and earn some face for the Eastern God Clan.

Don't say you have to defeat the Children of Flame, but even if you fight him to a draw, it would be nice to save some face. As soon as they thought of this, everyone's gaze at Anatoly, the tiger of the Northland, became more and more intense.

Anatoly's pupils constricted, and his face became faintly hot. Others don't know the contrast of strength between him and the Children of Flame, but he himself is clear.

It is highly likely that the Flame Child, as the legend says, has risen to the rank of Legendary.

In the face of a legendary-level powerhouse, even if he does not use the power of the true law, Anatoly completely lacks the confidence to defeat his opponent.

However, at this time, the fiery eyes of the people seemed to roast him on the fire.

At this time, he can't fight, and he can't fight without fighting.

"Damn the Flame Child, how dare you play such a trick. Anatoly saw from a distance that there seemed to be a hint of mockery in the eyes of the Children of Flame, and knew that he had deliberately embarrassed himself by deliberately humiliating himself at the end.

"Halbara, wake Igor first. Anatoly decided to use a delaying tactic and desperately glared at his younger brother Halbara.

Halbara understood, and hurriedly took a few steps forward to wake up Igor, who was unconscious.

Igor woke up in a daze for a few seconds before realizing that he had been defeated, and that he had been defeated miserably. Immediately, he howled and roared: "Big brother, that Flame Child is too despicable, you must avenge me." ”

"Poof!"

Anatoly's handsome face darkened, and a mouthful of old blood almost spurted out. He originally thought that after Igor woke up, he would attract everyone's attention, and then find a way to get this matter over.

Unexpectedly, Igor's opening of the mouth brought the hatred to the point of bursting. This Nima's, did your brain break the door clip, or was it crippled by the Children of Flame?

You know that the Son of Flame will blow you up with one punch, and you are crying and letting Lao Tzu go, do you think Lao Tzu can block a few punches from him?

You are going to put Lao Tzu in the pit of death, the handsome face of Anatoly, the tiger of the Northland, was a little distorted with anger.

"Tiger of the Northlands, Tiger of the Northlands!"

The audience, who did not know the truth, were infected by Igor's howl, and several people began to shout Anatoly's nickname with enthusiasm to cheer him on.

Emotions are contagious.

After some people began to howl, more and more people joined in the shouting. The shouts of "Tiger of the Northland" resounded in the sky above the ancestral court of the Winter God Clan, shattering the sky.

There are more people and horses belonging to Palisa, and under Palisa's secret instructions, they began to coax, and continued to help the Tigers of the Northland to increase their salaries and make the fire burn more vigorously.

The emotions of the crowd burned like flames.

The hotter it burns, the more embarrassed Anatoly the Tiger of the North. Let's fight, it's obviously not an opponent of the Children of Flame. If you don't fight, you won't be able to play at all now.

Abominable children of flames, abominable Parisa! and stupid Igor.

Anatoly muttered resentfully, his teeth itching with hatred.

It's a pity that he seems to have forgotten.

Everything was picked out by him, if it wasn't for his secret instructions, how could Igor provoke Wang Yan for no reason?

Anatoly, the tiger who had no choice but to go down to the Northland, had to take a step forward, and a fierce aura rose into the sky. It's like a peerless tiger king from Siberia.

"Whew, Flame Child, I challenge you!"

Anato's throat deepened, and he let out a fierce roar, his eyes turned scarlet, his muscles swelled, and his size seemed to increase a few points in an instant.

The ferocious and violent momentum was like a flood beast, gushing wildly, and even the earth under his feet seemed to be unable to withstand such oppressive force, and at this moment it made a "click" sound, cracking a large crack.

Wang Yan frowned slightly, this violent aura was extraordinary, it seemed that Anatoly, the Tiger of the North, still had some background, and it seemed that he had practiced some kind of secret technique to increase his strength in a short period of time.

It's a pity that in front of him, it's just a sick cat in the Northland.

Just when Wang Yan was about to beat someone.

An old but majestic voice exploded in everyone's ears.

"Stop!"

Everyone looked back, and saw that the high priest Salar did not know when, and walked slowly to Anatoly's side with a cane.

"The children of the flames, the old decay has no way to discipline them, so these stupid boys have caused you a lot of trouble. Salar arched his hand to Wang Yan in the manner of Huaxia Kingdom to apologize.

After that, he turned to look at Anatoly and reprimanded sternly, "Why don't you take your people and apologize to the Children of Flame?"

"Father-in-law......" Anatoly was unwilling and wanted to say something more, but was frightened back by a cruel look from Salal.

That glance seemed to make him fall into the bottomless abyss, and he was shocked into a cold sweat.

Under great pressure, Anatoly had no choice but to put away his momentum, lead his followers, endure his anger, and say humility to Wang Yan and others.

Seeing this, Salar turned around with a smile and faced Wang Yan and the others.

The plan he had been planning for decades had not yet been completed, and he had endured it to this day, and now he did not allow any accidents to happen at this juncture.

"Senior Salar, you are so polite. Wang Yan smiled, waved his hand and said, "The nobles are hospitable, we were just invited by these tribal friends to participate in the fighting party and learn from each other. ”

"That's good, that's good. Salar smiled kindly, without the slightest hint of the cruelty that had sent Anatoly chills at the glance.

"Grandpa Sallar, if there is nothing going on, I will take the Children of Flame and Nanlian and the others to take a look at other places. Belissa stepped forward and greeted Salal.

"Let's go, let's go, it's the Winter Festival in a few days, take our guests for a good walk." ”

Salar waved his hand lovingly, and it wasn't until everyone disappeared from his sight that his expression grew gloomy.

"You'll have to do some shopping now, or you won't have this chance in the future. ”

A turmoil, suppressed by the shaman high priest Salal, seems to disappear invisibly. However, the dark tide is surging more fiercely.

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