He pinched the pouch water, but Fengyun keenly felt the difference from the pinch pinch pouch water before.

Although the power was still great, he could feel that his control over the power had indeed increased.

Although the magnitude of the improvement was not large, it allowed him to see the dawn of completing the impossible task assigned by the storm.

Fengyun looked up at the sun, his eyes became determined, he had already made a decision.

He spun around sharply and sped towards where the tribe was.

"Cloud boy, what are you going to do? Stop!"

Storm was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting Fengyun to run away directly, and then he was furious.

He stood up on the ground and stomped his foot on the trunk of the tree.

The waist-thick tree made a piercing crack, and a deep, large crater appeared in the trunk.

With the help of a huge rebound force, the storm swooped out and pounced towards the wind and clouds, like an arrow off the string.

The distance between Storm and Fengyun is rapidly narrowing, and seeing that Storm's big hand can grab Fengyun's shoulder.

Fengyun seems to have eyes behind him.

Without warning, the body jumped to the left, narrowly avoiding the big hand of the storm.

Storm's eyes were cold, and the arm that leaned out suddenly became longer, and in the process changed direction, still grabbing Fengyun's shoulder.

This time the storm seems to be really out of line.

It only forcibly increased its speed, but it was still not enough to get rid of the tyrannical palm.

"Want to run? You're a little too tender. ”

A sneer appeared on Tyranny's face.

He didn't know why Fengyun was running, but he had already made up his mind, he must teach him a good lesson, even if he was in a hurry, he had to talk to him first, he didn't take him seriously.

Storm's palm grabbed Fengyun's shoulder.

There was no trace of joy in his heart, but he chuckled.

Fengyun's shoulder felt very strange, and when he grabbed it, he found that there was a bulge in his palm.

"I don't believe you can escape from my palm. ”

Refusing to admit defeat, he increased his strength.

It doesn't matter what that bulge is, as long as it's a part of Fengyun's body, and if he catches it, he can't run away.

It's still late.

Storm's reaction was not unpleasant, but the bulge on Fengyun's shoulders changed faster.

Almost as soon as Storm grabbed it, it began to change.

It grew in size dramatically, more than doubling in size.

As it grows, so does its elasticity.

It slammed into the palm of Tyranny's hand, bouncing his palm up.

Although the height of the bounce is not high, it is enough to make Fengyun break free.

The rebound power from the palm of the storm's hand also acted on Fengyun's body, and his speed of progress surged, and he jumped out several feet away, and actually got rid of the storm.

If someone who is familiar with violence sees this scene, they will definitely be surprised.

Even though Fengyun is only temporarily free, it is indeed remarkable that he has been able to do this.

"It's a shame!"

Storm's face flushed with shame.

The elongated arm did not retract, and continued to fall, pressing heavily on the ground, and a deep pit immediately exploded in the ground.

The arm slammed on the ground, and the violent body flew into the air, condescendingly, and pounced towards the wind and clouds, like an eagle swooping down on the little chick, full of determination to win.

Fengyun has obviously increased its speed, but compared to Storm, it is still a lot worse.

The distance between the two is rapidly decreasing.

Burst open his five fingers, and his palm rapidly grew larger, similar to a dustpan, and grabbed at Fengyun's head, like a cover snapped at an escaped fish.

Seeing that Fengyun was about to be captured, even Tyrant didn't think that he could escape.

Fengyun's arm suddenly flung back, and a large black shadow rushed towards Storm's face.

"What the hell?"

Violent was startled, and he didn't care about catching the wind and clouds anymore, so he subconsciously avoided it.

When he saw the true face of those black shadows clearly, his whole face was red with anger, and he was panting heavily.

He had thought that Fengyun had thrown something harmful, but it turned out to be just some leaves.

He also recognized their identities as the leaves of the Skin-Wrapped Water Tree, which should have been stolen by Fengyun when he was picking the Skin-Wrapped Water.

Storm decided to give Fengyun some color to see.

Being frightened by a few leaves and dodging is definitely a great shame for him.

It's just that he has delayed, and the distance between him and Fengyun has widened a lot, and it has reached about twenty zhang.

He was not discouraged, Fengyun was only a junior totem warrior, and he was already a high-level totem warrior fifty years ago.

Even though he was unable to go further and advance to a higher rank due to the heavy injuries he had suffered, and his arm was disabled, he still firmly believed that he was much stronger than ordinary high-level totem warriors.

With the huge gap between Fengyun and him, not to mention that it is only twenty zhang wide, it is an increase of ten times, and he is also confident that he will catch Fengyun.

In order to catch Fengyun as quickly as possible, Storm began to show his true strength.

Rushing forward, like a raging wind, it rumbled, and the dead branches and leaves scattered in all directions, and some of the branches and vines that were close to him were torn apart by the strong wind he had brought with him, and it was a mess.

Tyranny thought that he had already shown his strength and should be able to seize the storm in a short time, but he soon realized that he was wrong.

He increased his speed, and so did Fengyun.

Although his speed was still a little worse than him, it was not a little more difficult to shorten the distance between them.

Of course, if he urged the power of the totem, the distance between him and Fengyun would disappear in the blink of an eye, but he couldn't pull his face.

He was already so much higher than Fengyun's level, and if he used the power of the totem again, even if Fengyun didn't say anything, he would be in a panic.

Let's put in a little extra effort.

Storm picked up speed again, and he tore through the air, letting out an ear-piercing scream.

The speed of Fengyun seems to have reached its limit, and there is no sign of improvement.

The distance between Storm and Fengyun is steadily shortening, and it seems that there is no suspense for him to grasp Fengyun.

But he proved to be too optimistic.

When he was still about ten feet away from Fengyun, the shadow of the house appeared in his field of vision.

It was a little vague because the trees were obscuring most of his vision, but that didn't prevent him from making a judgment, one that frustrated him.

He was already very close to the Horde.

That's not good news for him.

Once he entered the range of the tribe and was seen by others, no matter what reason he was chasing after Fengyun, he lost his face.

He tried to continue to increase his speed, but it was clear that Fengyun had also seen the tribe's houses and realized that his chance to escape had arrived, so he also increased his speed.

This frustrated Tyrant's hopes of seizing the storm without attracting the attention of the tribe.

Do you want to use the power of totem?

Storm began to weigh up, but just as he was hesitating, a move from Fengyun helped him make a decision, which also made him even more confused.

Fengyun was obviously very likely to get rid of him as long as he kept running towards the tribe, but he suddenly changed direction and ran away from the tribe.

"What does that mean? Laughing at me, there's absolutely no way to catch up with him?"

The anger in the violent heart was victorious, and he also changed direction, followed the wind and clouds, and chased down.

Stimulated by the rage, the speed of the storm increased by three points, but the distance between him and Fengyun did not shrink significantly.

The speed of Fengyun is also improving.

Storm began to admire the storm a little.

Even if he seized a big opportunity and got the benefits, but judging from his current performance, he has to admit that he is very good, even exceeding his initial assessment of him.

The heart of cherishing talents has risen, and the anger in the heart of the storm has decreased a lot.

His mindset changed, and so did his thinking.

He decides to give Fengyun a chance to explain why he wants to escape.

When he thought about it, he thought it was a little funny.

Is the chase between him and Fengyun really necessary?

"Yun boy, explain to me, why are you running? If you can convince me, I might let you go. ”

Storm shouted to the storm.

His mid-air is very abundant, and even if the strong wind pressure has a great impact on the sound propagation, his voice still travels far away.

Fengyun's figure paused slightly, and he should have heard his shout.

A surge of curiosity and anticipation surged in his heart.

What kind of explanation Fengyun would give him, he wanted to know.

Fengyun's head suddenly turned one hundred and eighty degrees, facing the storm, and he grinned, looking very weird.

Storm is not surprised, the body of the totem warrior has been strengthened to a certain extent, and he can easily do some actions that ordinary people can't do.

"Uncle Tyrant, do you really want to know?"

"Of course. Say it. ”

"If you want to know, chase me. Catch up with me, and I'll tell you. Haha......"

Fengyun laughed and turned his head away, leaving only the back of Storm's head.

"I'm. Boy, do you really think I can't catch up with you? ”

Storm was enraged by the storm.

Although he still can't save face and urge the power of the totem, he has already made up his mind to catch the wind and clouds, even if he runs to the ends of the earth.

After another while, the speed of Fengyun suddenly slowed down, and soon stopped completely.

"What the hell is this kid doing?"

No matter how you look at it, Fengyun doesn't look like it's out of force.

There was a hint of doubt in his heart, and his speed couldn't help but slow down, but he still didn't stop.

He came behind Fengyun and reached for his shoulder.

"Stop!"

Fengyun seems to be able to see the movements of the storm.

With the palm of his hand still about a foot above his shoulder, he let out a loud shout.

"What's the ghost called?"

It's not good to catch the storm anymore, so he withdrew his hand stupidly.

"Yun boy, tell me, why are you running away?"

Violence is still haunted by this problem.

Fengyun didn't speak, he quickly reached forward and retracted it at a faster speed, then he turned around and spread his palm in front of the storm.

A bright red fruit lay quietly in the palm of his hand.

"Uncle Tyrant, let's take a look at what this thing is. ”

"Skinny water? you...... How did you do that?"

His eyes widened, staring at the leather bag water in Fengyun's palm, with an expression of disbelief on his face.