The mountain range that Red Cliff City relies on is called "North Mountain".
North Mountain is so big and boundless that no one can completely measure this majestic mountain range that stretches for tens of thousands of miles under the heavy fog.
Including extraordinary and Daoist monks.
For thousands of years, Red Cliff City's Martial Artist's exploration of North Mountain has never stopped, but only within a small range.
No matter how good a hunter is, he would not dare to go too deep into the mountains, lest he lose his way and fall into the mouth of a vicious beast.
A person like Wang Chen, who is alone and completely unfamiliar with the geographical environment, enters North Mountain to hunt, that is definitely a rare existence!
The fog in the mountains alternates between thick and thin, and sometimes a strong wind suddenly blows through, allowing people to clearly see the towering mountain peaks in the distance, but most of the time the visibility is only a few dozen steps.
After entering the mountain, Wang Chen's footsteps kept accelerating, his figure became erratic, and he disappeared into the dense mountain forest in the blink of an eye.
After a while, a group of heavily armed hunters hurried over.
They stopped in front of the woods and looked left and right for signs.
"Damn it!"
A hunter cursed, "Isn't this kid running too fast?"
"It's okay."
His companion said disapprovingly, "With Old Foreman here, you can't run away!"
An old hunter with gray hair next to him smiled, showing a mouth full of black and yellow teeth.
He leaned over and reached out to fiddle with the weeds handed to him a few times, then pointed to the right direction with great certainty and said, "That little guy is going in this direction..."
"Be careful!"
Before the old hunter finished speaking, a middle-aged Martial Artist with a sinister face in the team suddenly changed his expression.
Whoosh!
The next moment, an arrow struck through the air, passing hundreds of paces like lightning, and hit the old hunter right in the throat.
Phew!
The sharp arrow instantly pierced his neck, and a cloud of blood mist came out from the back of his neck.
The old hunter was stunned, his scarlet eyes almost bulging out of their sockets.
His throat rattled, and with extremely strong unwillingness and regret, he fell backwards to the ground!
There is only one hunter in Red Cliff City who can live to his age without retiring to live in seclusion.
As people mature with age, the veteran hunter's combat experience is absolutely incomparable, and he can even develop a keen intuition similar to that of a beast during long-term hunting, and can avoid danger in time before it approaches.
Without this ability, it would be impossible to live till now!
In fact, when the arrow flew, the old hunter had already sensed the danger.
But before he could make a dodge move, he was hit by an arrow Seal Throat.
The middle-aged Martial Artist next to him was stronger, and Make a Move was also too late to intercept.
Because the speed of this arrow is too fast!
"Enemy attack!"
With the sudden collapse of the old hunter, the nine-man team was thrown into chaos.
They were hunters, but now they have become prey!
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Two more feather arrows shot forward and back, equally astonishingly fast.
"Ah!"
A hunter was shot in the chest. The tough and thick leather armor did not protect him at all, but only caused him to endure more pain before dying.
"Everyone spread out!"
The middle-aged Martial Artist roared and suddenly rushed towards the woods ahead.
He never expected that the target of his mission today would be a sharpshooter. The omission in intelligence undoubtedly caused a fatal mistake. He could only make up for it by Close Combat.
Otherwise, everyone, including him, would die once he was pulled away to fly a kite.
The opponent's archery skills are terrible!
Whoosh!
An arrow passed by the side of middle-aged Martial Artist.
Knowing that the opponent was a marksman, the middle-aged Martial Artist used a snake-like approach to approach the target. Although his speed was reduced, he successfully avoided the arrows aimed at him.
At this moment, the middle-aged Martial Artist has already seen figures holding bows and arrows in the mountains and forests.
"Ah!"
Before he could be happy, he heard screams from behind.
The arrow just now was not meant for him!
The middle-aged Martial Artist, who suddenly understood, was speechless and felt that he had been humiliated like never before.
He secretly swore that he would peel off his opponent's skin and cramps, and cut his body into thousands of pieces!
"Ah!" "Ah!"
In just a few breaths of time, two more hunters died tragically from arrows.
The others were so frightened that they fled in all directions!
"Come die!"
The middle-aged Martial Artist finally approached the target. He roared fiercely, pulled out a black whip tied around his waist, and suddenly swung his arm towards the archer.
This archer is naturally Wang Chen!
In fact, as early as when he left the city, he discovered the "tail" following him.
Just to avoid unnecessary complications, Wang Chen deliberately waited until now before launching an attack.
The opponent's group of nine people were chasing after him. They were 100% malicious and would definitely kill him by mistake.
[Qi and blood +100], [Qi and blood +100], [Qi and blood +100]...
The prompts that appeared in the field of vision showed that those shot by Wang Chen were all third-level bone refining Martial Artist.
His blood value, which was originally cleared, increased sharply.
Just when Wang Chen was refreshing his health and blood, the middle-aged Martial Artist's black whip struck hard at the vital part of his neck.
The slender tip of the whip broke through the air and made a strange whistling sound, which was actually a bit soul-stirring and powerful.
Um?
Wang Chen put down his bow and arrow, grabbed it without hesitation, and immediately held the tip of the whip in his hand.
It seems simple, but in fact, even if your eyesight and technique are slightly different, you will be slapped hard in vain.
The tip of the whip was smooth to the touch, and felt as sharp as a blade.
It was actually covered with black scales as thin as cicada wings!
When he saw his weapon being grabbed by Wang Chen, the middle-aged Martial Artist was shocked at first, and then instinctively wanted to withdraw it.
As a result, he tried his best, but Wang Chen didn't move at all!
Boundless fear surged in the heart of middle-aged Martial Artist, overwhelming his whole body uncontrollably.
As a Marrow Refining peak's Martial Artist, he relied on a Black Scale Whip that was close to the Xuanbing level in his hand to defeat powerful enemies many times.
The middle-aged Martial Artist never thought that someone could catch the Black Scale Whip he used and hold on to it.
And there is no damage.
Houtian martial artist!
A term suddenly appeared in his mind, making him tremble all over.
"Misunderstanding, this is a misunderstanding!"
In fear, the middle-aged Martial Artist opened his fingers and gave up the handle of the whip. He was obviously distressed to death, but he still had to force out a flattering smile, "You have admitted the wrong person. Your Majesty, please let me find the next way out!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly flew back.
The intention is to distance yourself from Wang Chen!
The middle-aged Martial Artist simply couldn't imagine that a mere teenage boy, who had only been at Red Cliff City for a month or two, actually broke through the Houtian Great Realm.
If this matter is told, it will definitely cause a sensation in the entire Red Cliff City!
How could he dare to provoke such a person?
The middle-aged Martial Artist has completely lost his will to fight, and all he wants to do is escape, the farther away the better!