"Okay! The arrogant little cat girl, if you do not believe it, then I will prove it to you!"

Qingyou's calm and calm attitude thoroughly stimulated the arrogance of the bearman patriarch.

With the strength of Tier 6, he hasn't met an opponent for a long time, but the little cat girl in front of him looks down on her own strength so naturally, he can't bear it.

Taking a big step, the bear clan leader also followed Qingyou and the others.

"Holy Woman!"

Seeing Qingyou coming out, the cat soldiers waiting outside the door hurriedly bowed to salute.

"You are waiting here. Patriarch Bearman and I will go back."

Nodded quietly, and then ordered.

"Since you are a saint, please tell me more about the rest. I can't guarantee that you will come back unharmed."

The bearman patriarch snorted softly and said.

"Saint? What are you?"

Hearing the words of the bearman patriarch, the cat soldier who accompanied him was taken aback.

What are they going to do? How could it be injured.

"It's just a discussion, nothing will happen, don't worry."

Qingyou waved his hand and said softly.

"That little cat girl is going to learn from the patriarch? Is she crazy?"

"The patriarch is a Tier VI warrior. This little girl would have been beaten into meatloaf with one palm."

"The little cat man dares to challenge the great Ursa warrior. I can settle her without the patriarch's action!"

The bear people watching the excitement around heard the news and couldn't help getting excited.

Since the birth of the orc race, there has never been such a thing as a cat and a bear.

Looking at the body types of the two, the patriarch of the bear is more than three meters high, and his muscles are bulging, which looks like a meat mountain, and Qingyou is less than half his height. The two stand fast, and the visual contrast is very strong.

What's the difference between this and an adult muscular man and a young child, the gap is too big!

"The saint... you have to think carefully."

The cat warriors suddenly became tense. This kind of strength gap was extremely different in their eyes, and it was an impossible task to complete.

Moreover, Qingyou now shoulders the hope of the rise of the entire cat people. If there is any accident here, the cat people will have to mess around.

"The great flame **** will bless me, you don't have to say much."

Qingyou shook his head, her tone extremely firm.

Seeing that her decision could not be changed at all, the cat warriors had to turn around and ask Lilian, hoping she could take care of her by the side.

Lilian naturally agreed.

Although her belief in the **** of flames is also very firm, but the third-order magician against the sixth-order fighters, without anyone protecting him, can Qingyou really prove herself to the bearman patriarch with her strength?

Lilian didn't know her own heart, but she was ready, and if there was any accident in Qingyou, she would definitely rush to save someone as soon as possible.

No one cared, a spark, the size of a grain of rice, floated out of the wine car and hung on the quiet skirt...

"Now that you have decided, then follow me."

Seeing that Qingyou was determined to fight with himself, Patriarch Xiong didn't say much.

He took Qingyou and Lilian out of the tribe and walked to the nearby forest.

The warriors of the cat race were still guarding the two vehicles in place, but many warriors of the bear race came out to watch the fun.