Chapter 367 Building Friendship

When the Holy Steel Mammoth made a splitting motion, the stalagmite had already hit its body at lightning speed.

Puff!

The Holy Steel Mammoth's molten steel body was immediately pierced by the stalagmite, and the dark silver liquid sprayed everywhere and splashed all over the ground.

"In this game, contestant 057 wins. I'll go contact the soul beast doctor!"

The horse-headed referee saw this and announced the result of the game without any explanation.

Just kidding, this boy from the Steel Elephant tribe is an aristocrat among the Steel Elephants. If an accident really happens, he can't take the responsibility.

"Steel Pillar!"

The Steel Elephant boy anxiously called out to the Holy Steel Mammoth and hurriedly ran to its side.

In the audience, more than a hundred spectators did not leave for a while, but whispered to their companions.

"Haha, at such a young age, he can train the Flame Breath Flying Dragon to this level. This Flame Pigman should have a high status in the Flame Pig Tribe."

"This is his fifth consecutive victory, right? Have we failed to punish his young beastmaster?"

In the eyes of the Mad Lions, the Steel Elephant Tribe is a friendly tribe, and basically considered one of their own.

Some of them even left their seats and ran to the periphery of the battlefield to watch.

"It seems that his Holy Steel Mammoth is seriously injured. If it is not treated in time, his qualifications may be affected."

"Damn, this wild boar man is really cruel. He doesn't even look at whose territory he is in."

People followed the crowd. In a few seconds, a circle of onlookers surrounded the edge of the venue.

"Player 057, please don't leave for the time being. You can only leave after confirming that the soul beast of player 032 is not in danger of life." The horse-headed referee contacted his companions and turned to the Flame Pig man.

In places like the battlefield where injuries are easy, one or two soul beast emergency doctors are usually hired to be on duty.

The big man of the Flame Pig did not speak, but stood alone in the corner, stroking the Flame Breath Flying Dragon beside him, staring at the flustered Steel Elephant boy.

"Gangzhu, I'm sorry, I was wrong..."

The young beastmaster who had always been very hard-mouthed finally softened his mouth at this moment, and a guilty expression appeared on his face.

As the Steel Elephant boy spoke, he took out the potion for treating the soul beast's injuries from his arms and poured it into the core of the Holy Steel Mammoth.

As a result, the potion flowed all over the floor. In addition to slightly stopping the speed of bone escape, the large hole pierced near the heart still evaporated blood like mercury. .

"Moo~" The Holy Steel Mammoth shook its body, which was only a skeleton, weakly.

After pouring two bottles of potion in a row, the injury of the Holy Steel Mammoth did not improve. The Steel Elephant boy suddenly became anxious. He turned his head to look at the referee standing beside him and asked anxiously: "Where is the doctor? Why hasn't the doctor arrived yet?" "On the way, will be here soon." Just as he was overwhelmed and watched the Holy Steel Mammoth's breath weaken rapidly, and he was helpless, a gentle voice sounded beside him: "It has been triple-corroded by the power of dragon, fire power, and spiritual power. Your body repair potion has limited effect. Use my potion." "Thank you." The Steel Elephant boy was desperate at this time. He took the bottles handed by Han Ning and poured them directly on the body of the Holy Steel Mammoth without looking closely. "Huh?" The translucent, sticky, and fluorescent liquid fell on the body of the Holy Steel Mammoth, like a sponge absorbing water, and quickly penetrated into the injured core part in the center of it. In a few seconds, the Holy Steel Mammoth stopped the pure blood that was constantly evaporating around the heart. At this time, Han Ning handed over another bottle of potion and instructed: "Pour it into the bones."

"Thank you!"

Just as the steel elephant boy was about to take the potion.

A loud roar came from the side of the two: "Don't give it to him!"

The big man of the fire pig, who had not left, took a big step and walked to Han Ning in front of him. He looked down at the weak alien in front of him, and suddenly stretched out his hand quickly. A big hand covered with hard black hair was about to grab the potion in Han Ning's hand.

Han Ning still kept the posture of handing over the potion. He didn't see any movement, and the hand of the big man of the fire pig fell into the air.

"Hmm?" The Flame Pig man blinked, thinking it was his own illusion. He still crossed between Han Ning and the Steel Elephant boy regardless, staring at Han Ning coldly, "You can't help him without the permission of my Flame Pig tribe." "Stinky wild boar, who do you think you are? This is not a place for your Flame Pig tribe to be arrogant." The Steel Elephant boy was so angry that his cheeks flushed because he didn't get Han Ning's potion, and he was about to push the Flame Pig man away. A huge flying dragon poked half of its head out of the soul beast space, opened its mouth towards the Steel Elephant boy, and said: "Roar!!" The sound wave, which was like a substance, blew him back and smashed into the Holy Steel Mammoth whose wound was still slowly healing. "Get out of the way, you are not my opponent." Han Ning frowned, looked at the big man in front of him, clenched his palms, and did not choose to attack immediately. If he was in the wild, this guy with a pig's head would have been a corpse long ago. But this is the Lion City. According to Boboman, the Flame Pig Tribe is one of the top three tribes in terms of comprehensive strength among the Barbarian Beast Tribe. It is very powerful. If this guy is killed, it will probably lead to endless revenge from the Flame Pig.

If he really makes an enemy with the Flame Pig, this is an opponent stronger than the Deep Sea Tribe. Han Ning has to be careful.

"This is the rule of my Flame Pig Tribe. If you want to violate our rules on the Barbarian Beast Tribe's territory, then die!"

Seeing that Han Ning ignored the warning and still bypassed him, the Flame Pig Man roared, and the flying dragon beside him opened its mouth again towards Han Ning.

"I said, you are not my opponent."

Facing such a stubborn guy. Han Ning felt helpless and just looked up at him.

"Ah!!!"

In an instant, the Flame Pig Man and his Flame Breath Flying Dragon almost hugged their heads with both hands at the same time, collapsed to the ground with a plop, and wailed in pain.

The battlefield staff gathered around saw this, and their faces showed horror. They quickly directed other companions to drag the Flame Pig Man and the Flame Breath Flying Dragon away from the scene.

"Take it."

"Thank you, big brother!"

The Steel Elephant Boy thanked him one after another, pulled the cork of the glass bottle containing the medicine, and took the bottle mouth to the silver-shining bones of the Holy Steel Mammoth's body.

He was about to pour it, but the Holy Steel Mammoth actually turned over and broke the bottle, allowing the liquid inside to merge into his body.

Then, a scene that shocked the Steel Elephant Boy appeared.

He saw that the Holy Steel Mammoth's original 10-meter-long body was now shrunk by the Flame Breath Flying Dragon, and only the skeleton was left. It began to rapidly condense new silver flesh and blood.

The speed was so fast that it was unbelievable.

The Steel Elephant boy opened his eyes wide, feeling that the life breath in the spiritual world was no longer weakening, but was rapidly getting stronger. The Holy Steel Mammoth's eyes were full of surprise.

"It's amazing!"

Han Ning on the side secretly thought: "After all, it was produced by Boboman. Two bottles of potion directly pulled the Holy Steel Mammoth back from the brink of death."

The Steel Elephant boy was full of joy. He put the restored Holy Steel Mammoth into the soul beast space and looked at Han Ning with sincere eyes: "Brother, alien brother, what is your name? Do you still have the potion you gave me? Can you sell it all to me? I will buy as many as you have. Oh, and how much are these two bottles of potion?"

"Oh, by the way, my name is Gang Lifen."

"My name is Han Ning. As for potions, uh... I don't have them now, but I can give you my contact information. If you or your people want to buy potions, you can find me." Han Ning smiled and took out a business card from his arms and handed it to Gang Lifen,

"100,000 Terrars per bottle, you just spent 200,000."

Considering that he would often greet the alien beastmasters on the mainland group in the future, Han Ning specially printed a batch of metal business cards according to the habits of humans in the Blue Star world.

"100,000?!"

Gang Lifen's face froze, but he still carefully put the business card into his arms, hugged the Holy Steel Mammoth, saluted to Han Ning, and then said,

"I don't have so much money on me. Can I wait until I go back and raise the money and then return it to you?"

After two bottles of potion, the Holy Steel Mammoth completely stopped the psychic energy leakage and the collapse of flesh and blood, and there was no major problem except that the psychic energy fluctuations were not stable.

The color of the psychic energy flowing in the body gradually returned to silver-white.

"No problem, I believe..." Han Ning's eyes swept over the fine fabrics on the boy's body without leaving any traces, and the smile on his face was not yet revealed.

The next second, a thunderous explosion abruptly interrupted their conversation.

"Everyone, stay where you are, no one can leave!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The ground was shaking.

At the end of the battlefield passage, several tall and strong black shadows slowly walked in.

The leader was nearly 4 meters tall, with his chest exposed. Most of his skin was exposed, with tattoos of ferocious monsters made of unknown scarlet material.

He had a huge pig-shaped head, a cylindrical nose, and two ferocious fangs extending outward from the corners of his mouth.

The giant pig-headed man was followed by several followers of slightly smaller size.

The Flame Pig man who was carried down by the clerk just now was also supported by his companions and limped along.

"Brother, it's that alien beastmaster! He dared to violate the rules of our Flame Pig tribe and rescue the boy from the Steel Elephant tribe!" Unlike the thunderous voice just now, the Flame Pig man's voice at this moment was extremely weak, as if he would faint at any time.

The giant pig-headed man's overbearing behavior immediately aroused dissatisfaction among the onlookers on the battlefield.

"Damn it, this bunch of stinky wild boars are too domineering. This is the territory of the Crazy Lion Tribe. Do they really think this place is their own home?"

"Shh! Keep your voice down. Don't you see who he is? Even if the Crazy Lion nobles come in person, they will probably be polite to him."

"Who?"

"Look at his clothes. He should be a priest under the high priest of the Flame Pig Tribe. In the Flame Pig Tribe, the status of each priest is not weaker than that of the nobles."

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In the distance, Boboman and others who were sitting in the audience waiting for Han Ning to come back immediately ran over when they saw that the situation was not right.

Coincidentally, the words of the Flame Pig Priest and the conversations of the surrounding onlookers were all heard by Boboman, who had sharp senses.

He, who always suffered no loss, immediately got angry and glared at the man:

"Fuck you, what high priest, what low priest, do you know who I am?"

"Chiya, this is a conflict between our Steel Elephant and Flame Pig, it has nothing to do with other people, I don't allow you to attack them!"

Gang Lifen mustered up his courage, opened his arms, and protected Han Ning.

"Fuck! Where did this little pet come from? It's not even as big as my shit when it falls to the ground, and you dare to shout here?!"

Chiya ignored Gang Lifen, frowned, and was about to grab the cursing Boboman.

"I call you ancestors!" Boboman's whole body glowed with a faint blue light.

Suddenly, a little old man with a lion's head rushed between the two sides at the speed of a 100-meter sprint, while frantically saluting Chiya and Ganglifen, and shouting in a shrill voice:

"Everyone, everyone, can you give me a face, and please don't fight here. If you fight, I won't be able to protect the battlefield."

At this time, a companion next to Chiya seemed to recognize Boboman's identity, tiptoed, and said something beside him.

Obviously, after hearing his companion's reminder, Chiya slightly restrained his arrogant attitude just now. His dark eyes rolled, but he still maintained a tough attitude: "Don't worry, we are all nobles of the wild beasts. Now we are in Brother Shi Zhou's territory, so I will give you face." As he said, he looked at Han Ning, "However, rules are rules. Since we are in the Lion City, we should follow the rules of the Wild Lion Tribe. This alien beastmaster hurt the people of my Flame Pig Tribe. He must fight with me." "You..." Boboman couldn't help but continue to curse after hearing this. "Okay, how do you want to fight?" Han Ning stretched out his hand to stop the cursing Boboman, and his tone was calm. "The general rules of the continental group, 6 soul beasts take turns to fight 1 to 1. Except that the soul beasts must be their own contracts, any means can be used until one side is completely wiped out." "The venue, use this place, limit the scope of the battle to the battlefield, you can't do it?" Chiya stared at Han Ning coldly. "Okay, everyone else, go back to the audience." Han Ning nodded.

"Damn it, this wild boar was kicked in the head by the mammoth. A guy who is not even at the fifth level, challenged Han Ning?"

Boboman looked at Han Ning with a serious expression, and tried to keep a serious look. He almost laughed to death, and quickly complained to Lin Tianhe and A Yu beside him.

"Your Highness Boboman, are you sure he is not at the fifth level? Why is this guy so confident?" As Han Ning's little follower, A Yu was more worried about Han Ning's safety.

"Yes, yes, what if the spirit power is not at the fifth level, and the soul beast reaches the emperor level?" Lin Tianhe was also worried.

"Your head was kicked by the mammoth like that wild boar? How can there be an emperor-level soul beast if the spirit power is not at the fifth level? And they said that only contracted soul beasts are allowed to fight, so the situation you said is impossible." Boboman rolled his eyes.