Chapter 308 (1/2)

”The strength of our tiger tribe is not as simple as you can see. Since you have provoked the tiger tribe, then all of you will stay!” One of them looked at Jiang Hao with disdain in his tone.

Jiang Hao's eyes were also full of cold color. He saw that he grasped the knife in his hand and cut it off directly. Suddenly, a knife burst into the sky and rushed directly to the aboriginal friars sitting on the two winged tigers.

Those aboriginal monks looked at Jiang Hao, but there was no emotion in their eyes. They took out a bone knife directly. The blade of Mori White was full of evil spirit.

”Peng!”

All of a sudden, a loud noise resounded through the sky, and Jiang Hao's knife awn was also directly broken. The four native friars with two winged tigers also looked at Jiang Hao and others with disdain.

”Warriors of the tiger tribe, let them see what the tiger tribe is!” The aboriginal friars headed by the two winged tigers looked arrogant and looked at Jiang Hao and others with disdain.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

All of a sudden, a roar of tigers soared to the sky, followed by more than 100 monks riding on the tiger. Their expressions were full of strong killing intent, and looked at Jiang Hao and others with scorn.

”Jiang Hao, can you do it?” Ye Ling looked at Jiang Hao and asked with a deep breath.

Jiang Hao nodded. He looked at the tiger friars, and his eyes were full of sarcasm. He saw that Jiang Hao directly summoned the five phase fierce beast and the blue turtle from the beast house.

After the two fierce beasts appeared, Jiang Hao's face also showed a trace of irony. He let the winged snake fall to the ground, and then looked at how fierce the monks were.

Five phase fierce beast and blue tortoise stood beside Jiang Hao. Although they did not actively expose their momentum, but even so, those fierce tigers also kept shaking.

”Is this the tiger of the tiger tribe? I think it's more appropriate to call a sick cat! ” Jiang Hao looked at these trembling Tigers with even more disdain on his face.

Puff!

Ye Ling, Feng Yaoyao and Wang Shiyan all of a sudden did not hold back and burst into laughter. Even Chu Yue and others, they did not resist, laughing.

The four monks sitting on the back of the tiger with two wings were extremely ugly. As the strongest four people in the tiger tribe, they could not control the tiger under their crotch.

”Jiang Hao, don't try your best to provoke the tiger tribe. You will surely die!” Suddenly, behind such a fierce monk, a strong voice came.

When the voice came, these tiger friars could not help but give up a way. Even the four two winged friars were not taken as an example.

Walking slowly was a middle-aged man in a Chinese brocade robe. His eyebrows were like two swords, and a trace of disdain appeared on his knife like cheek. He held a scepter in his hand, as if he had come slowly from the fairyland.