Old Song is worthy of being the old world. He quickly suppressed his anger and aggrievance in his heart, stared at Du Yong with his eyes, and put on a defensive posture.

His right shoulder was aching slightly, but he did not take the time to take out the bronze medal that was pierced into his flesh, but instead used his true energy to press it because he did not want to leave any gap for Du Yong.

Du Yong did not attack again, slowly took a dozen steps back, and kept a distance of about four feet from Lao Song, swept the roads around him, with an old friend smile on his face, but he was quite rude: "Old Song, you have been beaten like this, why don't you think about counterattacking? Are you scared? Are you the domineering a person who kills the Huangsha Gang?"

Old Song was not angry but happy, and quietly used his skills to heal his wounds, smiling and said, "There is no way. Nowadays, young people are very terrible, and you, Du Yong, are the best among them. It is better to be more stable if you are an old man like me."

For him, it is of course the best time to delay, because his right arm is still sore and numb, and it will take a while to recover. Now is obviously not the best time to do it.

Du Yong shrugged: "Since you don't want to fight back, I don't have the intention to take the initiative to attack. Why not do this? This battle ends here, let's go our separate ways and fulfill our destiny."

Old Song smiled and nodded, making a gesture: "Okay, please!"

Du Yong showed a very contemptuous smile, as if mocking Lao Song for being useless.

Old Song was not angry either and looked at Du Yong with a smile.

Du Yong turned his head and carefully observed the big trees around him, as if looking for marks. After looking for a while, he raised his foot and walked forward slowly. After walking for more than a dozen steps, he accelerated violently.

"snort!"

Old Song looked at Du Yong's back as he gradually moved away, until he disappeared between the dense trees. He swung his right arm twice, but still did not take out the bronze medal. He calmly raised his breath and chased after him slowly.

He was not in a hurry to catch up with Du Yong, just follow him slowly.

Don’t worry about losing it, because Du Yong cannot step on the ground without any trace, and it is even more impossible to completely cover up the smell on his body.

In Lao Song's opinion, Du Yong's behavior of running wildly was undoubtedly a fear.

Now he is a hunter, Du Yong is a prey, and he has enough patience.

Thinking of this, Old Song was in a better mood, and he still imagined the scene of venting a bitter anger after catching up with Du Yong.

It’s not that he has never suffered such a big loss from the young man. If he didn’t abuse Du Yong well, he would never give up.

Front.

Du Yong ran very fast, regardless of the consumption of true energy.

His mind was very clear. He just took tricks just now, so he hurt Lao Song. If he fought with the front, he would never have any chance.

Although he had a certain confidence in his light skills, he also knew that it was impossible to completely get rid of Lao Song.

The general idea is to quickly open the distance, find a good place, make some arrangements, wait for Lao Song to come to the door, and then fight to the death.

As for what good place, I can only run and look and think.

After running for a few miles, the light suddenly became very dim.

I came to an environment full of towering trees again, with psychic vines attached to many of the trees.

There is an open space in the middle, with messy shrubs on both sides, and many of them have spikes.

It's here.

Du Yong quickly observed and kept the terrain in his heart.

Take off the wet outer robe, twist out the sweat from the inside with force, sprinkle some sweat on the dozen nearby trees, and then throw the outer robe into the bush on the left.

After doing all this, Du Yong used cold energy to shrink his pores, try to cover the smell of sweat on his body, then hid behind a big tree without psychic monster vines, picked up a few small stones from the ground and held them gently in the palm of his hand.

"I still have secret weapons."

Du Yong's heart moved and took out the murderous black bee wrapped in leaves from his clothes.

It was not rotten, and it should be toxic. Du Yong squatted down and used stones to smash all the killing black bees. He pulled out the dagger and stained both sides of the black bees with the crushed black bees.

Do all this, take the dagger back into the sheath, stand up and lean against the big tree, and concentrate.

After a while, the sound of calm and fast footsteps came.

The footsteps were full of oppression, and it felt like the big bad guy gradually approaching in a horror movie.

Du Yong took a deep breath, his eyes emitted an extremely terrifying cold light, like a cheetah about to hunt.

Ten feet!

Five zhang!

The footsteps suddenly stopped.

I heard Lao Song sniff and laughed, "Come out, I know you're hiding here."

"I know there is a useless thing, but if you have the avatar, you can come over."

Du Yong sneered in his heart, unmoved, and patiently waited for the opportunity.

Old Song was very calm and did not walk forward. He said lightly: "You spent your energy running so far just to find such a land? It's nothing special. It's just a bigger tree. Do you want to play hide-and-seek?"

Du Yong tried hard to suppress his heartbeat, his whole body tense, but his right hand was still relaxed.

Lao Song did not speak anymore, but looked around with all his eyes. There were traces of walking on the edges of more than a dozen big trees in front, and there were no traces of the path forward. From this we can see that Du Yong should be hidden behind a big tree, but it is impossible to judge which one is.

The outer robe inside the bush was very conspicuous, and Lao Song smiled: "Did you throw away your clothes and want to lead me into the bush? I'm not that stupid. These bushs have spikes, so they should be poisonous."

After saying so much, Du Yong just didn't say anything. Old Song couldn't help but feel a little discouraged. He wanted to look at it from a different angle, but there was no position. Moving forward or stepping into the bushes was not a good choice.

The situation is very subtle now.

The two were very close, and they could not see each other. They knew each other's existence and did not dare to act rashly.

Old Song calmed down: "Boy Du, do you want to compete with me for patience? Otherwise, let's spend some money?"

Du Yong thought to himself, would I be afraid of consuming it? In the morning, I ate a green-air bird worth about ten kilograms and drank enough stream water. I was in good spirits. I could spend at least two days.

Old Song simply sat down: "Then let's spend some time. It will definitely be fun when it gets dark."

"It's dark, it's dark, whoever is afraid of whom!"

Du Yong hummed in his heart, leaned carefully on the tree, and secretly breathed in.

Old Song stretched out his left hand, pinched the bronze medal that was pierced into his right shoulder, pulled it out with great force, groaned twice, used his skills to stop the bleeding, and then tore open the hem of his clothes, and said proudly: "If you don't come out again, my shoulder injury will be healed."

This is indeed an opportunity, but Du Yong was not sure and could only wait.

Old Song tore up a few strips of cloth and slowly bandaged the wound, sighing: "I didn't expect you to play with hidden weapons, and you played so beautifully, which really caught me off guard."

"Did you buy this secret weapon recipe from the black market?"

"Or where did you steal it?"

"The Du family definitely does not have such skills. Liang He told me that he knows the Du family well."

"Can you give me the secret book of hidden weapons? I like it very much. If you give it to me, I will consider giving it to you for your life."

"It doesn't matter if I don't give it to you. When I capture you, there are some means to let you tell me."

"It doesn't matter if I don't know my methods. Do you still remember the big ants before? Think about that scene carefully. Do you also want to be gnawed into a skeleton?"

Old Song chattered and threatening words that were neither soft nor hard, trying to shake Du Yong, but unfortunately he had no use.

"If you can say more!"

Du Yong sneered inwardly and continued to breathe. He was so full of spiritual energy that he could not be wasted.

Old Song was very bored and stopped talking to himself.

Suddenly a breeze blew, blowing down a few leaves, slowly falling to the ground, making a slight sound, which seemed very strange in this quiet environment.

Time passes slowly and the sky becomes darker and darker.

A few rays of the setting sun rays seeped in from the gaps between the leaves and sprinkled on the mud with mixed roots. They were not like the light that warmed the soul, but like the ghost fire in the dark night.

It will soon be night.

Old Song suddenly stood up and muttered to himself: "There is no reason to be so calm. Did that kid run away long ago?"

He walked closer a little and sniffed: "The smell of sweat is getting lighter and weaker. It seems that he is really leaving, good boy. Well, I'd better go down the mountain quickly."

Turning around and leaving, his steps were fast, and he disappeared in an instant.

Du Yong still didn't move. He remembered the villains of some TV series and liked to test others like this.

As expected, after only a while, Old Song returned, looking at the huge wood forest that was still quiet, and sighed. This time, he did not hesitate and walked forward directly.

Du Yong quietly condensed his true energy and raised his right hand.

The silhouette of Lao Song appears.

Throw out the stones.

All three small stones were concentrated in Lao Song and hit the temples, between the ribs, and the crooks of the legs.

"ah……"

Old Song hissed wildly, touched his temple, and staggered to the left, but his legs were sore that he fell to the ground after moving a few steps. He felt extremely upset. He asked himself that he was extremely patient, but he actually lost to Du Yong.

If Du Yong is allowed to grow up, he will definitely be a first-class and tough character.

call!

Du Yong didn't care about that much, rushed up, jumped half a foot, jumped directly above Lao Song, and got angry and stepped down hard, clearly trying to break Lao Song's head.

Before the feet arrive, the air arrives first.
To be continued...