Listening to the dull but pressured tiger roar, the poisonous scorpion's eyes became solemn.

He knew that they had stepped into the territory of this tiger. For the King of Beasts, it would never tolerate any living creature that threatened it to appear within its territory, and it was no false to say that one mountain could not accommodate two tigers.

You should know that whenever a tiger's territory appears, a pack of wolves, blind bears, etc. can threaten its living environment, there is only one situation, and it will never end. The majesty of the king of beasts is not allowed to be violated by anyone.

At this time, the tiger did not choose to attack, but used its low roar to warn them that perhaps it knew humans and knew the cunning of these humans. It was precisely because of its roar that it used its roar to make the group of people retreat.

Gradually, the roar became closer and closer, becoming more and more low and rapid, as if the tiger was a little angry.

At the same time, behind the poisonous scorpion, everyone had already grasped the sharp dagger, and their faces were solemn. Next to the poisonous scorpion, a team member said in a low voice: "Scorpion, this tiger is there."

It seemed that although it was still dusk, the night vision device had come in handy. The tiger was undoubtedly exposed and was slowly approaching. However, it was naturally alert and could not see any movement from the naked eye.

"Scorpion, is this... shooting?" The team members' eyes were already intertwined, revealing a solemn look.

The poisonous scorpion slowly raised his forearm, his eyes were solemn, and then he took out the intercom and said in a depressing voice: "A team of poisonous scorpions called the wolf team."

The poisonous scorpion knew the terribleness of a colorful tiger. The palm-strike force of these tigers could even slam the wolf's skull. If a tiger rushed up, even if they could kill the tiger with the short dagger in their hands, they would have suffered heavy casualties.

Before the poisonous scorpion could repeat, Mo Feng's voice came out.

"What's up?"

"Wolf Team, we have met a tiger here. Can we shoot?" The poisonous scorpion said quickly.

"Tiger?" Mo Feng's eyebrows were furrowed together in an instant. The most terrifying hunter in the jungle was the white-headed tiger. Even in the entire history, there were only a handful of werewolfs who could fight tigers with bare hands.

Thinking of this, Mo Feng said in a calm voice: "The bullet can be loaded, but you are not allowed to shoot unless you have to. In addition, I'll go there now!"

As he said that, the wind was rising under Mo Feng's feet, watching the wireless positioning, and quickly shuttled through the forest.

Putting down the walkie-talkie, Poison Scorpion said in a cold voice: "Everyone is loading bullets, and they are not allowed to shoot unless they are absolutely necessary."

As the words came out, everyone looked at each other slightly, turned on the safety, pulled the bolt, and the mechanical sound of the clatter was pleasant.

And at this moment, the colorful tiger jumped out of the grass.

The tiger palms like palm-leaf fans fell down one after another, very calm, but they roared with ferocious fangs, which was terrifying.

With eyes facing each other, the tiger circling from side to side, and the tiger roar in its mouth never stopped. Perhaps in its memory, humans are symbols of cunning, so that it has not acted rashly.

If the team of ten people had been replaced by a pack of wolves, it would have fought and drove them out.

For a moment, ten tigers and ten people formed a confrontation.

Although tigers are fierce, they cherish their lives very much because they are living alone animals. And everyone in front of them can already threaten it, so it just wants to use its own pressure to make this group of ignorant things retreat.

The poisonous scorpion led everyone step by step and slowly retreated backwards. As for the white-headed tiger with its hang-eyed eyes, it also stepped on its wide forefoot and approached step by step.

Both are from the family of cats and under the same size, tigers can beat lions in various functions.

The situation was stalemate, and everyone slowly retreated step by step, and the tiger approached steadily. The latter seemed to see the intentions of the group of humans, and the whistling sound decreased little by little, but it became even more rapid, as if to signal them to leave quickly.

After a few moments, the jungle is around.

Mo Feng ran over quickly and looked at the tiger not far away. His eyes lit up instantly. A strong murderous intent made Mo Feng's eyes gradually turn red and he looked excited.

In the middle of the hand, the gun disappeared, leaving only bare hands.

While strode forward, Mo Feng kept shaking his wrist. It would be addictive to fighting tigers, and wouldn't it be awesome to get a tiger to watch the door? Moreover, this tiger would be bigger than Mo Feng's first encounter with that one, and it must be a male.

"Wolf Team," the team member behind waved with fear, but was stopped by the captain next to him. He didn't believe that a mere tiger could threaten their captain.

After moving forward for more than ten steps, Mo Feng turned his head and asked the others to retreat, while looking at the white-headed tiger not far away with his eyes.

But Mo Feng's eyes were like looking at a pet, with a hint of sigh, as if this tiger was already in his pocket.

Seeing this, the tiger kept roaring, revealing its sharp fangs, as if it wanted to find a hint of panic in Mo Feng's face.

However, it was disappointed. Mo Feng still looked at it like a pet, walking towards it step by step slowly, with a slow speed, but he had absolute confidence.

Seeing this, this tiger could no longer bear it. Its dignified king of all beasts was despised by this side.

Immediately, its limbs exerted force, bursting out its amazing speed and jumping force, and headed straight for Mo Feng.

Half an hour later, the onlookers' expressions gradually became awkward from panic and nervousness, and the corners of their mouths twitched and swallowed, and even began to feel sorry for the tiger.

You said you are not good at yelling at me, and you have to look for our captain? Isn’t this worthy of being hammered?

It seemed that at this time the tiger's arrogant aura had long been restrained, and he lies on the ground like a cat, trembling. At this time, it began to suspect that the tiger had been born. What about the king of beasts that had been promised? What about the promised trembling?

Hey~, it’s too difficult to be aware of this. These days, you can’t afford to offend me! You can’t afford to offend me!

There was no way, it was afraid of being hammered. At first, Mo Feng was pressed under him and tried to resist. But after being hammered for a long time, it became honest. Even seeing Mo Feng's tiger eyes were pleasing to mercy, as if saying not to hit him, and to kill the tiger again.

Mo Feng shook his sore wrist and then began to caress the cat lying on the ground.

The tiger's hair is like silk, but it is also a symbol of identity. If there is a tiger skin, it is the local king.

While taking out the tiger's hair, Mo Feng took out his rifle and deliberately placed it in front of the tiger's eyes and started shooting at a distance.

Perhaps it was the cat's instinct, and the sudden loud noise made them rise instantly, but it was Mo Feng's big mouth.

The brain axe lay down weakly, but when he looked at the thick tree poles flying in the distance, the brain axe was a little stunned, and looked at Mo Feng with some confusion and horror. Then he shrank his head weakly, as if he knew that Mo Feng was warning it not to run, otherwise it would be broken like that tree. He rubbed it intimately as if he was showing goodwill.

It seemed that the tiger's moral integrity had been broken.

There is no way, the jungler can't beat him, but he wants to run away but dares, so he can only develop a gangster life.
Chapter completed!