Male Silverback Western Lowland Gorilla Male Silverback Western Lowland Gorilla
Grandpa said everything he should have said. Qi Mang was still concentrating on capturing and grabbing pictures. It was as if a referendum or a final contest had nothing to do with him.
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="48" > qi was timid and refused to compete</h1>
The grandfather had no choice but to repeat the opinions of the group and Qi Mang.
"What? What kind of joke is your grandfather kiding? Let me compete with them? I don't do it! Qi Mang shook his head and refused.
"Master, you can't refuse. This is a referendum. Grandpa said.
Qi Mang only then realized the seriousness of the problem, and hurriedly and pitifully said, "Good disciple, your referendum let me compete with them, so isn't it me who is looking for a beating?" I can't even beat the nine-year-old harley, let alone these strong boys! No need to compare, I abstain, resolutely abstain! ”
"You can't abstain either!" The child said, "I have asked for everyone's opinion, and you can use your magic to fight them." Use the magic of your right hand, see? ”
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="50" > Qi Mang can use magic to compete</h1>
Qi Mang was immediately pleased. He had also thought about subduing them with a baton. However, since he had already helplessly joined the Qiankun Yeti tribe and used this method against the brothers, he would be somewhat invincible, even unjust, and immoral. That's why he refused.
Now that everyone agrees that I can use magic, as long as I am allowed to use the miniature high-energy baton in my right hand, I will win the battle.
So Qi Mang shook his head in pain and agreed. He remembered that their nodding was not a rule of shaking their heads.
The grandfather gave an order and said, "Master, I will compete for you in the first three games." When it's your turn, you can reach it. Don't follow up on the poke in the real world, that will kill people. ”
Qi Mang said, "Rest assured, the master has his own measure." But since I am allowed to use 'magic', why should I ask you to do it for me? Or I'll do it myself! ”
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="52" > qi mang shouted: which warrior compares me first</h1>
He said, placing the camera in a reliable position, the camera was pointed at the center of the square, then turned on the camera button, measured it with his hand, instructed Harley to guard here, and jumped to the center of the field, like a professional boxer, moving his legs and feet, and then holding his fists with both hands and shouting: "Which warrior will compete with me first?" ”
An angry roar rang out from the crowd. Only to see a large savage with a height of two meters and two meters jump into the middle of the field, stomp his feet on the ground, and shake the land. His name is "Tully", the famous acute son of the Qiankun Snowman tribe, Hercules.
"Tully" jumped into the field and twisted his body like a Mongolian wrestler at the Naadam Horse Race, jumping on his feet, his fists still "banging, banging, banging" like an angry gorilla, stomping his feet, grinning, and grinning at Qi Mang. Imposing.
Qi Mang looked at this big black savage with some timidity, worried that if he couldn't knock him down with a baton, he would be miserable.
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="54" > critical moment, Qi Mang's baton is not good</h1>
The grandfather instructed, "Master, you can't lose the first battle, you must win him!" ”
Qi Mang's body tightened, and his legs were a little trembling. He exhaled a few long breaths, relieving the tension, then gritted his teeth, swallowed his spit, and shrunk his right hand, holding the miniature high-energy baton in the sleeve in his hand, and stared at Tully with his eyes wide open.
The "Tully" tiger roared a vicious swoop and snatched it up. He didn't pay any attention to this weak Qi Mang at all.
Although Qi Mang was nervous, he had practiced martial arts assiduously, and his steps were still steady and flexible. Only to see him take a quick step, it was also a good time, avoiding the front of Tully, and the electric baton in his right hand really hit Tully's body. However, "Tully" was as steady as Tarzan, and a sharp turn and two thick arms pounced on him.
The wildlings erupted in applause.
Oh my God! Could it be that the baton has no electricity? No way! This baton has been worn on his body, even Harley did not dare to ask for it, how can there be no electricity?
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="56" > baton is out of power</h1>
It turned out that his fingers did not press on the position of the electric door in the tense.
"Tully" pounced again, and the black pressure was like a mountain, pressing down head-on.
Qi Mang saw it realistically, waited for work, dodged the front, and with a dexterous sharp turn, he actually jumped behind "Tully", and the baton in his hand was fiercely pestleed to the thick back of "Tully". There was another burst of applause from outside the field.
However, "Tully" still did not fall.
At this point, Qi Mang was sweating.
Is there really no electricity? That deserves "my life is over"!
"Tully's" two consecutive punches were exchanged for the applause of his companions on the field.
Qi Mang's clever dodging and dexterous attack also won thunderous applause from the sidelines. Many of the female savages even screamed with excitement.
However, Harley was worried about dying. She didn't understand why her husband didn't use magic as soon as he fought? This fool's egg!
But the child admired it with taste, and appreciated the master's martial arts movements from the heart, which was really beautiful. He also watched, studied, and compared.
< h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="58" > the wild man Tully demonstration</h1>
Qi Mang was sweating. It's urgent, it's also scary. But fainting can't die!
Qi Mang gritted his teeth hard, sneaking around, and once again adjusted the baton in his hand. The thumb presses firmly on the opening key. His mother's, even the palms of his hands were wet as if they had been washed. He thought to himself, success or failure is here.
If the electricity does not knock down "Tully" this time, it means that the baton really has no electricity. Heaven forbid. His life was almost in the hands of "Tully". Then Harley would go crazy.
He peeked at Harley. Harley was clutching her chest and squeezing to the edge of the field. That posture, as long as Qi Mang was in danger, she would stand up. This made Qi Mang move again.
"Tully" turned around, exhaled vigorously, stomped his feet, and the ground actually trembled twice.
Qi Mang suddenly thought strangely, saying that when the oil workers roared, the earth would tremble three times. It is a metaphorical and exaggerated depiction of the spirit of the oil workers. This "Tully" stomped his feet, and the ground was really shivering.
The wildlings were again a wild cry.
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="60" > outsmart Tully</h1>
"Tully" waved his big hand and pounced again. His two hands were like pliers, his thumbs were separated from the other fingers, and once he grabbed Qi Mang, as long as he grabbed them with both hands, he would break Qi Mang's neck or waist.
However, in the midst of the deafening wild cry, Qi Mang, who was short, drilled under the arm of "Tully", took advantage of the opportunity to press the switch with his thumb, and the high-energy miniature baton in his right hand slammed into "Tully's chest".
"Tully" screamed bitterly, suddenly jumped up more than a meter high, and then slumped to the ground, and then stared at Qi Mang with wide eyes, looking at Qi Mang in shock, and did not move.
There was a dead silence. Everyone looked at "Tully" sitting on the ground in disbelief and Qi Mang.
After a while, "Tully" slowly got up from the ground and walked out of the competition venue with his head down. In that way, it seems that all of a sudden, I am ten years old.