At this time, in a newly built dog shed in the northeast corner of the dog farm.

Yang Yuning jumped up on the spot and punched a Tibetan mastiff in the forehead.

Instantly, flesh and blood splattered.

The Tibetan mastiff made a painful whimper, then fell to the ground and twitched a few times, and died.

Seeing the Tibetan mastiff so carelessly, Yang Yuning shook his head in disappointment.

"Li Dahai's skill in raising Tibetan mastiffs is getting worse and worse! The Tibetan mastiffs sent here recently are more and more unbeatable than the other."

"Or he is going to change his career in raising a pet dog?"

"The rumored beasts on the plateau can't stop my punch!"

This Tibetan mastiff is the second one to die under Yang Yuning's fist tonight.

"Brother Tianmo said that Li Dahai would get a group of wolves? Could it be that Li Dahai was bragging, there was no way at all, right?"

After a month of intensive training, Yang Yuning was no longer satisfied with the Tibetan mastiffs raised in the dog farm.

He felt that the quality of these Tibetan mastiffs had decreased, but in fact, he became stronger and faster.

Of course, it was not only him, but also Ning Yi, Bao Liuzi and others, who were not as excited as they were at the beginning at night.

In the dog barn, they only have one idea, that is, to become stronger.

These Tibetan mastiffs gradually lost their threat to them.

Although they could not smash the Tibetan mastiff's head with one punch like Yang Yuning, the victory every night became no suspense.

The direct consequence of this is that their nights become easier and easier, and their progress is slower and slower.

After adapting to high-intensity training, Tibetan mastiffs, which were once like beasts, were as light as boiled water.

A few minutes later, Yang Yuning, Ning Yi, and Bao Liuzi withdrew from the battle.

They walked aside, sat on the ground, picked up the spirits placed in the corner of the wall, and drank them in big gulps.

The others continued to fight against the remaining Tibetan mastiffs.

"Brother Yang, the combat power of our three people has not improved these days. I am worried that if this continues, we will be caught up with the newcomer soon."

Ning Yi took a big sip of wine and said to Yang Yuning?

"Or what if we want to do something else?"

Yang Yuning's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Fantasy? What kind of fancy?"

Bao Liuzi immediately asked.

Yang Yuning grinned and said nothing.

"Brother Yang, don't keep it in a silence! Are you willing to be dragged down by those newcomers?"

Ning Yi couldn't wait to say.

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Yuning suddenly raised his hand and slammed the bottle in his hand hard on his shoulder.

The skin is blooming, and blood flows.

Ning Yi didn't even look at it. This level of injury is so common in dog barns.

When he saw Yang Yuning's eyes lit up, he suddenly understood.

Bang!

There was a loud bang.

He picked up the bottle of wine in his hand and slapped it directly on Yang Yuning's head.

The wine bottle was split into pieces, and Yang Yuning's head did not shed a drop of blood.

"Hehehe..."

Yang Yuning let out his signature silly laughter.

But at the same time, his fist had already reached Ning Yi's face.

Ning Yi was not willing to be outdone and blew his fist out.

The two soon fought each other.

"Damn, will you two take me with you?"

The rest of Bao Liuzi threw the bottle in his hand, rushed over with excitement, and joined their fierce battle.

Obviously, they have found new fun.

However, this excitement did not last long, and the Tibetan mastiffs in the other dog barking all started barking.

Soon, Yang Yuning discovered that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

He jumped aside, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said, "Dogs are more sensitive than humans. Is there anyone close to the dog farm?"

Hearing Yang Yuning's words, Ning Yi and Bao Liuzi also stopped.

It was not until this time that they discovered that the entire dog farm was filled with the manic barking of Tibetan mastiffs.
Chapter completed!