Chapter 32 White Teeth

The masked girl reflected in the pupil of the big man is still so petite and cute, but this lovely figure is as terrible as a monster in everyone's eyes.

The masked girl looked at the other warriors leisurely. The man who was swept by these sharp, big and watery eyes quickly turned his head and looked elsewhere. Only Mu Chen greeted the lovely girl's eyes with a smile.

The two looked at each other, and the masked girl giggled and muttered in a voice that only she could hear: "Brother Mu Chen, it's good that you're still alive."

The gaze with Mu Chen was only for a moment, but a masked man standing high did not let go of this moment. He narrowed his eyes and stared at Mu Chen. Because of the mask, he could not see the ferocious face behind him, squatting at the top of the high cylinder, with a strong murderous intention hidden in his eyes, and the sound of the low bone joints. It came from his hand, but such a small voice could not be heard by others.

Inadvertently raising his head, Mu Chen also found that the masked man had a strange murderous intention for him, and Mu Chen didn't care, because he had absolute confidence that the masked man was not his opponent.

"How about it? Do you still want to play?" The masked girl glanced at the big man covering the wound, and blood kept flowing from the strong muscles. The latter also clenched his teeth and did not hum, but he no longer had the courage to fight in the face of the enemy who had just seriously injured himself.

"Hahahaha, the tribal warrior is really strong. After working so hard for so long, not only can he not get this title, but he can't even touch his back." The muscles were constantly trembling, but this was not caused by the visible bone wound. It was a kind of unwilling anger. He laughed wildly. The laughter was unwilling, helpless and self-deprecating. Whether he was overestimated or should he blame God's injustice. It was the limit to reach the truth, but the cruel reality told him. This little strength is not enough. In the eyes of these masked people, it is really too small.

The big man slowly walked to a side with a bleeding wound. The blood water kept flowing to the ground like a stream, and the exaggerated muscles developed by the fullness of true qi gradually retreated. The original arrogance was no longer there: "I really don't deserve the position of this soldier. Everyone laughed." At this time, the tone of speech was extremely unmatched with the strong body, and the low and weak voice was unprefied, as if it was extremely difficult to say this sentence.

Seeing such a scene, the masked girl jumped lightly and returned to her pillar. The face under the mask appeared again with boredom, just to end the boring selection quickly.

The battle at this moment shocked everyone present. Thinking of losing, I didn't expect this man to lose so completely. It was like a joke. This is not a battle at all, but a game completely dominated by the other party. In the game, even one's own life is in the hands of the masked man, which is the strength of the real tribal warrior.

This kind of selection is naturally very cruel, but for tribal warriors, it is used to it. The title of warrior in the tribe is not obtained as long as you work hard. Those who can step into it must be an absolute genius.

"Is there anything else that needs to be challenged? If not, this selection will be over, and everyone can go back." The voice of the masked middle-aged man is emotionless, cold and even disgusting.

Quiet, no one answered, just bowed his head slightly. When they first came here, everyone was arrogant and proud, but now they don't even have the courage to fight.

"Since the five-person challenge, I announce that it is a pity that this selection has come to an end..."

"Wait a minute, I'm going to challenge." Before the masked middle-aged man finished his words, Mu Chen replied without hurry, and his lazy voice also showed that he was not afraid of these masked men.

In just one sentence, Mu Chen became the most eye-catching focus on the scene. All eyes turned to this young man who was not tall. He was not handsome, but he had a unique temperament and was proud, but he was not proud, and sometimes he was even very low-key, but deep into his blood. Pride can't be concealed.

But at the same time, a ferocious face smiled uglyly under the mask, but did not make a sound, so no one noticed his move.

The masked girl had a knot in her heart and looked at the man anxiously. She knew the strength of the tribal soldiers, and the chance of winning the battle with these people could be said to be negligible.

The masked middle-aged man's eyes have not changed. He looked at Mu Chen coldly: "Then you can choose someone."

Since he has seen through the strength of the masked man, Mu Chen will naturally choose the easiest opponent to deal with and look at the two third-class masked people.

Without waiting for Mu Chen to choose, a figure suddenly jumped from the top of the high cylinder, and his body was slightly rickety. Although the spotless white clothes were clean, they did not feel snow-white, more like skeleton-white bones. Even half of the palm exposed from the sleeve robe were rarely blood-colored. Through the mask, the terrible pupil Kong looked at Mu Chen gloomly: "I'll be your opponent. I can give you a discount. If you are still alive in five minutes, I will let you pass." He said with a strange laugh: "I will still let you!"

For this kind of provocation, Mu Chen also doesn't care that since the other party has taken the initiative to come to him, he really has no reason not to fight, not to mention that he is confident in his own strength. Mu Chen didn't even look at the masked man, but looked at the middle-aged masked man who had just spoken: "You said it's five minutes, but do you have this right?"

The middle-aged man just nodded his head when he saw this. Because he was also a tribal warrior, he knew the horror and cruelty of this man with only a fifth-class real world. It seemed that he had never been alive in the battle since he knew him.

"Hey, white teeth, don't go too much." The masked girl on the other high platform roared sharply, saying that there were several lights in her hand, which were several times longer and brighter than the light arrows that had just fought with the muscular man. The sharp arrows condensed by the shining light were held in the slender palm of their slender palms, looming and were ready to go at any time.

I planned to fight with Mu Chen. The masked man called Baiya also frowned when he saw the pure white light arrow. Although the girl is beautiful and cute, in terms of strength, even the serious masked middle-aged people will be afraid of girls, and this white tooth is the masked girl and middle-aged man afraid of the tribal warriors.

"This is the selection of soldiers. Don't mess around." The old man who had never spoken saw that the masked girl was going to take action, and his wrinkled eyelids raised slightly and said harshly. Although the voice was not loud, somehow, Mu Chen felt a feeling of being deeply troubled. The strong man in this spiritual realm was simply terrible.

The girl's little mouth pouted, her snow-white slender palms struggled to grasp, and the sharp arrows that kept emitting light turned into countless scattered light and slowly disappeared into the air. He said in a hateful voice to Baiya, "If I hurt him, I won't forgive you."

After seeing the white light completely dissipated, the heart that Baiya had been holding was finally relieved. He has always liked the excellent girl in the clan. She is too dazzling in beauty and talent, but this arrogant "little princess" will never look at him, because her personality is In this way, you will never waste your feelings for annoying people or things.

Today, I saw the girl smiling at Mu Chen repeatedly. Her white teeth naturally hated her to the bone, but she still narrowed her eyes and said with a smile, "The rules here are that you choose one of us at will, but since I have come down specially, you won't help but give me this thin face."

Suddenly, a young man in the corner shouted to Mu Chen in a hurry: "Brother, don't believe him. This man has always been cruel, even if he has no feelings for the people in the tribe. He will kill you."

"It's a lot!" The white teeth were dark and pale. The bloodless palms suddenly stretched out of their sleeves, and the nails on the five fingers suddenly became longer. They shook them casually, and a white scratch flew out.

"Sy!!!"

The chest of the warrior who had just spoken suddenly cracked and was hit by the scratch. Blood kept splashing out. The wound was full of an arm long and hit obliquely on the chest. The bones that had been neatly cut off, and even the internal organs in the depths of the wound could be seen.

The hit warrior's eyes soon lost their anger and fell to the ground feebly. In just one moment, the life of the first-class true master would be lost here. No one expected that this white tooth would be so bold.