Divine Spirit Martial Art

Both Yuan Tou and Tian Ling'er looked at the confrontation between Qin Feng and Tie Arm with curiosity. They both thought that their people could win.

In just a few breaths, sweat was already oozing out from Iron Arm's forehead. Qin Feng's arm that seemed to break with a pinch contained a power that even he was afraid of.

The veins of Qin Feng's iron arm bulging out when he squeezed it with his palms, and the incoming power made him scream that he couldn't bear it.

When Qin Feng saw Tie Arm admitting defeat, he loosened his hand. Even though he couldn't use his true energy in this ghost place, his power-generating skills were not comparable to Tie Arm's.

In terms of real strength, Qin Feng and Iron Arm are about the same level, but Qin Feng's power-generating skills are more advanced and can completely crush Iron Arm.

Round Tou looked at Iron Arm in disbelief. Uncle Iron Arm was the strongest warrior in the Swordfish Tribe, and his strength was his strongest point. How could he lose to such a thin person?

"I'm convinced, I'm convinced. Brother Qin, your power is really great." Even if he lost to Iron Arm, he wouldn't be angry.

"Since Brother Qin doesn't have a place to stay yet, come and sit in our Swordfish Tribe!" After saying that, Iron Arm picked up the black-horned sheep and took Qin Feng and the others to the Swordfish Tribe.

This iron arm looks simple and honest, but he also has a lot of crooked thoughts. Since he is coming to the Swordfish Tribe as a guest, this black-horned sheep must be eaten in the Swordfish Tribe, and people from the Swordfish Tribe can also get involved. One or two pieces of meat.

No matter which tribe the food is, it is far from enough. If you can eat more meat, you may live an extra life.

Although beasts like black-horned sheep are everywhere, there is a price to pay for hunting such beasts. If you are lucky, you will only be injured. If you are unlucky, one or two people may die.

There are not many adult warriors in the tribe, and each one is a valuable asset to the tribe. The death of one is a huge loss to the tribe.

After seeing Qin Feng's terrifying strength, Iron Arm became cautious. This was a warrior who could kill the black-horned sheep single-handedly. If he could be persuaded to join the Swordfish Tribe, it would definitely be a good thing for the Swordfish Tribe. Great thing.

The Swordfish Tribe is located on the edge of the bay. There is a kind of swordfish that often appears in the bay, which is where the name of this tribe comes from.

The Swordfish Tribe is just a small tribe with only about a hundred people in total. There are only about twenty adult warriors, and the rest are old, weak, women and children.

When Iron Arm appeared in the Swordfish Tribe carrying a black goat, the entire Swordfish Tribe was in a state of excitement. The Swordfish Tribe had not caught such a large prey for a long time, and today they could have a good meal.

"This black-horned sheep was not beaten by me, but by Brother Qin. He killed the black-horned sheep with one blow!" Tie Jian said with a smile.

"How is it possible? Even if all the warriors of our Swordfish tribe come out, it will be difficult to kill a black-horned sheep. How can he do it if he is so thin?" Some people in the Swordfish tribe suddenly didn't believe it.

"Brother Qin showed his hand? Let us open our eyes?" Tie Jian asked with a smile.

Qin Feng casually broke a branch and said, "No problem, you all can come together!"

Then just three breaths later, all those who doubted Qin Feng were lying on the ground, and Qin Fengyun lightly threw the branch aside.

Iron Arm and Round Tou's mouths almost fell to the ground. They knew that Qin Feng was very powerful, but they never thought that he would be so powerful. The battle ended in an instant, and even Iron Arm did not see clearly what happened.

Qin Feng clapped his hands and felt no sense of accomplishment at all in bullying these people who didn't even know what martial arts were!

Although the true power cannot be used here and the true power of martial arts cannot be exerted, the mysterious moves alone are not something that these natives can parry.

"Awesome, awesome, we are convinced, we are convinced!"

The more primitive humans are, the more they worship power. People with strong power will be respected wherever they go.

After taking care of the black-horned sheep, Qin Feng naturally got the largest share. Nearly three-quarters belonged to Qin Feng, and then the people of the Swordfish tribe got the remaining quarter.

The meat of black-horned sheep only needs simple cooking to become very delicious. Qin Feng took a thigh to stew the soup. The stewed soup was milky white, and he felt refreshed after taking a sip.

This time Qin Feng could feel that after eating the broth, his body began to become stronger and he had completely adapted to the gravity of this world.

It has been three days since Qin Feng came to this world. He led the warriors of the Swordfish Tribe to surround and kill a sharp-clawed tiger. Qin Feng and Iron Arm took the lead, and the other twenty warriors of the Swordfish Tribe just assisted from the side.

The sharp-clawed tiger's limbs grew sharp claws that were more than one foot long, and its body, which was close to more than twenty feet long, was a giant for anyone.

If the warriors of the Swordfish Tribe usually take a detour when seeing such a beast, even the Iron Arms would not dare to provoke such a behemoth.

But things were different when Qin Feng arrived at the Swordfish Tribe. In just three days, Qin Feng brought huge changes to the Swordfish Tribe, that is, everyone could eat!

Don't underestimate this change. The Swordfish tribe has existed for at least a hundred years, but it has never had enough food.

"Boom!" Qin Feng held the black horn in his hand and used the black dragon as a sword. He swept out a sword and hit the sharp-clawed tiger on the head.

Although there is no true essence, the sword light cannot be cut, but the sword pressure cannot be condensed in the moment of slashing, and the sword pressure can also be used for long-range attacks. Although the sword pressure can only cut dozens of feet at most, it is not as powerful as the sword light, but for Qin It's enough for the wind.

The fur of the sharp-clawed tiger is also extremely tough. The sword's impact only caused the sharp-clawed tiger to feel pain.

Qin Feng relied on his quick steps to spin the sharp-clawed tiger around, leaving a scar on the sharp-clawed tiger from time to time.

The sharp-clawed tiger was so angry that it couldn't even touch Qin Feng's hair.

"Boom!" The Iron Arms used both fists to blast the Clawed Tiger more than ten feet away.

Before the sharp-clawed tiger could get up, a black horn fell from the sky and pierced into the sharp-clawed tiger's head. Qin Feng slapped the black horn with his palm and penetrated the sharp-clawed tiger's head.

"Boom!" The huge body of the sharp-clawed tiger fell to the ground.

The warriors of the Swordfish Tribe hurriedly took out the prepared jars and bled the clawed tigers. The blood of these beasts was precious and could not be wasted.

"Brother Qin, thanks to you, if it weren't for you we wouldn't have dared to kill this sharp-clawed tiger!" Iron Arm patted Qin Feng on the shoulder.

"I want half of the blood medicine this time!" Qin Feng rubbed his sore shoulders. The strength of this iron arm was getting stronger and stronger.

"You should, you should, not to mention half or 90%." Iron Arm said with a grin.

Qin Feng smiled. He was not so greedy. This blood medicine is the secret recipe of the Swordfish tribe. The blood medicine made from the blood of these beasts is a treasure for tempering the body. Qin Feng only used it once to heal his body. There is transformation, and this transformation is not less than nirvana.

The more powerful the beast's blood is, the better the effect will be when it is made into blood medicine. Qin Feng, who has tasted the sweetness, naturally wants to hunt down a powerful beast.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

While the warriors of the Swordfish Tribe were collecting the blood of the Claw Tiger, the ground suddenly began to tremble violently.

"Roar!" Smoke was billowing in the distance, and a huge monster was faintly running wildly in the smoke.

Iron Arm hurriedly climbed to a high place. When he saw the monster in the smoke clearly, his expression changed drastically: "No, run quickly, it's Iron Crocodile Dragon!"

"What, Iron Crocodile Dragon!"

"Run, run!"

"I don't want the blood anymore, throw it away!"

"They must have been attracted by the blood!"

Hearing the name of the Iron Crocodile Dragon, the warriors of the Swordfish Tribe threw away the jars in their hands. They did not dare to stay here for a moment. The Iron Crocodile Dragon was too ferocious. According to legend, a tribe with two hundred warriors was killed by an Iron Crocodile. The dragons were all eaten up, and small tribes like the Swordfish tribe simply couldn't compete with them.

Qin Feng licked his lips: "Iron Crocodile Dragon, I wonder if his blood will be effective after being made into blood medicine!"

"You're crazy, leave quickly. That's a monster, and there's no way we can match it!" Iron Arm was shocked.

Qin Feng, as if he didn't hear the size of the iron arm, kicked out the black horn and flew out like an arrow.

"Ding!" The black horn was mounted on the Iron Crocodile Dragon's head, and the hard scales bounced off the black horn.

However, Qin Feng had already appeared above the Iron Crocodile Dragon, and hit the Iron Crocodile Dragon on the head with a palm.

The Iron Crocodile Dragon stared at Qin Feng for a moment, and an ant-like existence dared to provoke him!

Iron Arm couldn't help but closed his eyes: "It's over, it's over, everything is over!"

Qin Feng shouted loudly, and the golden imperial veins appeared all over his body, and his speed and strength doubled in an instant!

"Boom!" Another punch was thrown, and the Iron Crocodile Dragon was actually knocked away.

Even in such a place where his true energy cannot be used, his imperial veins can still be used. After opening the imperial veins, his body is further strengthened.

"Boom!" The iron crocodile dragon's head was beaten back and forth by Qin Feng, but the hard scales never broke.

"It's so tough!" Qin Feng sighed secretly. The monsters in this world are surprisingly durable.

The Iron Crocodile Dragon's tail swept towards him. Qin Feng made a mistake in his steps and avoided the blow. He hugged the Iron Crocodile Dragon's tail. With a swing of his hands, the Iron Crocodile Dragon was swung in a circle in the sky and hit the ground heavily. .

"boom!"

"boom!"

The ground was shaking violently, and the Iron Crocodile Dragon was grabbed by Qin Feng and hit the ground again and again, causing the ground to sink several feet.

"Ho ho ho!" Iron Crocodile Dragon kept roaring.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"Roar!" Iron Crocodile Dragon's roar gradually weakened.

"boom!"

"boom!"

…

After hitting the Iron Crocodile Dragon hundreds of times, it finally made no sound. Although the Iron Crocodile Dragon's scales were not broken yet, its internal organs had been shattered.

Qin Feng casually swung the iron crocodile dragon into a small mound.

"Boom!" Dust flew into the sky, and the Iron Crocodile Dragon never stood up again.