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Gu Jianfeng was still shocked after watching Chen Xun stepping away and disappearing on the ridge. Seeing that the young man was two or three years younger than him, his cultivation was actually far above him. He was probably already breaking through the peak of the sixth level of Barbarian Martial Arts and entering the seventh level of blood exchange. This was unimaginable for him.

Although he is one of the rare geniuses in the wilderness, he practiced to the sixth level of the Martial Martial Arts at the age of sixteen. He is considered a rare genius in the Heishan tribe for hundreds of years. It seems to be only one level away from the seventh level of blood exchange, but in fact, there is a huge gap between the middle-level Martial Arts and the upper-level Martial Arts, and there is a huge difference in combat power.

The intermediate-level barbarian martial arts focus on tempering the body. Even when they reach the peak of the sixth level, the barbarian soul magic can be released and used to perform barbarian soul war martial arts, but the time lasts very short; only when the blood is changed at the seventh level, the pure qi and blood can support the barbarian martial arts to continuously perform barbarian soul war martial arts.

Unlike Chen Xun, ordinary barbarian martial arts have to advance to the seventh level of blood exchange so that the barbarian soul can breed spiritual consciousness, which has many more wonderful uses.

This can be seen from the mysterious archery technique that the young man was so magical that he was called a bad fish.

Although Gu Jianfeng has begun to temper his muscles and practice his strength, it will take several years of hammering to become an upper-level barbarian martial artist to advance to the upper-level barbarian martial artist.

If the young man hadn't used Tongxuan Arrow Technique to restrain the evil fish on the shore, Gu Jianfeng knew that he and two mid-level barbarians in the clan would have been unable to get involved with the evil fish for such a long time, and could have saved their lives.

There are only two upper-level barbarian martial artists in the Black Mountains, and the other party is only thirteen or fourteen years old. He actually has such a profound cultivation level?

The other party is actually a member of the Black Python tribe!

Why did he save them?

Didn't he know that Black Python had been fighting for hunting for many years?

Even if he was not a bloodthirsty person, he could just stand by and watch. Forty or fifty of them fell into the ice river, and most of them would never escape from the fish's belly.

Not only did the boy stand by and help, he took out all such precious spiritual medicines to save Gu Yuanyi's life. Is he a fool?

Gu Jianfeng stood in the snow, his soul fighting, and he was soaked all over, causing the cold wind to tremble all over.

"How could a black python have such a strong young man?" Another mid-level barbarian martial artist was also shocked.

"He should be the boy who killed Gu Lei and Can Gu Mountain?" Gu Yuan said in a daze. He couldn't believe it himself, but there was no reasonable explanation other than that.

"How could it be?" Gu Jianfeng was even more shocked.

No one else has ever seen the black python boy except his father and the ancient mountain where his feet are ruined.

My dad said that the black python boy had great potential and that if he didn't get rid of it as soon as possible, the Black Mountain tribe would suffer. Then he decided to send Gu Lei. Gu Shan entered the deep mountains of Mangyaling to kill this person, but he did not think of Gu Lei. After Gu Shan entered the mountain, he asked the young man to kill him and his death.

If this person was the black python boy mentioned by his father, he would have no reason to help them, rather than taking the opportunity to kill all forty or fifty of them.

Thinking of this, Gu Jianfeng was in a state of dismay and couldn't understand what happened.

Gu Jianfeng saw Gu Yuan and his two miserable appearances, and almost all the other tribesmen were unarmed. If this black python boy really started a big killing, no one of them would survive!

"At this time, the clan leader and the people from the Shandong tribe were surrounded outside the Wumang Village. Will there be any danger?" Gu Yuan asked in shock when he thought of something.

"Nan Liao has not recovered from his serious injury. The people from the Shandong tribe are also led by two upper-level barbarians. They are enough to suppress Wumang's entire village. There is not much more than him..." Another barbarians didn't think that the clan leader Gu Hu and Shandong tribe would join forces to ask for a golden wolf corpse from Wumang, but they also felt that it would be very dangerous to send someone to report to the clan members as soon as possible, otherwise it would be very dangerous to ask the young man to sneak into the vicinity of the clan leader.

It was because Heishan and Shandong joined forces to encircle the black python and urgently needed a lot of meat that they took the risk to break the ice and fish, but unexpectedly they were rescued by the black python people.

Gu Jianfeng fought with a man and god, standing naked in the cold wind, cold sweat oozing from his forehead. After a while, he gritted his teeth and said, "We found my dad to meet..."

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Instead of going up the Wild Horse Creek, Chen Xun directly jumped out several mountains and rushed to the upper reaches of Wild Horse Creek. However, before others could enter the narrow valley on the north side of Shizhai, they could feel abnormal.

At this time, there was no one in the empty valley on the south bank of Wild Horse Creek.

Although the mountains and ridges were covered with ice and snow at this time, and had not yet melted, the extremely cold and mysterious energy had already subsided.

Even if the black python that survived the bitter winter still had a lot of grain storage in the village, it would never be possible for everyone to stay in the village until this time, and not go out to catch fishing and hunting to prepare for the spring famine.

Chen Xun took the longbow in his hand and did not go directly into the narrow valley, but drilled into the ridge covered by dense forests on the east side, and sneaked into the stone village from the dense forest. He saw that a low stone wall was built on the entrance of the narrow valley, more than a thousand meters away from the Wumang Stone Village. Dozens of animal skin tents were erected in the valley behind the stone walls.

According to rough estimates, there were no less than 200 other clan barbarians in Gukou Camp, who were vigilantly guarding the direction of Shizhai.

In addition to the camp at the valley entrance to the south, there are many elite barbarians holding bows hiding in the dangerous ridges and dense forests on both sides of Wumang Stone Village.

Chen Xun went from the ridge to the south of Wumang, but saw sixty or seventy animal skin tents and more elite barbarian warriors on the stone slope south of Wumang Stone Village.

Judging from this attitude, these people actually surrounded the Black Python Stone Village.

Gu Hu, the patriarch of the Heishan tribe, was standing on the ridge on the other end with several people, observing the situation in the stone village.

Chen Xun frowned deeply. He never expected that the wild tribe of Mangyaling had just survived such a difficult winter and started to kill each other.

Looking at the wall of Wumang Stone Village, Zong Sang, wearing heavy armor, was like a wilderness god of war, and dozens of barbarian Wuzheng stared at the enemy surrounding the village with vigilantly, Chen Xun felt a little relieved.

After all, the black python still suffers from having few people. Although there are twenty middle and upper-level barbarians who have enlightened the Barbarian Soul, which is not worse than Heishan, there are too few ordinary barbarians, and there are only about one hundred people in total.

In comparison, the number of people in the upper-level barbarians in the Heishan tribe is comparable to that in the black python, but there are more than 5,000 tribes in the Heishan tribe, and at critical moments, thousands of barbarians can be drawn to participate in the encirclement of the village.

Looking at the camp, the barbarians who participated in the besieging of the black python were not only part of Heishan.

The two black-faced men standing with Gu Hu were wearing heavy armor and holding giant axes. The axe blade of the vanguard flashed coldly. From a distance, the momentum of these two black-faced men was no less than that of any upper-level barbarian.

There are not so many upper-level barbarians in the Black Mountain tribe.

Just one part of Heishan is not enough to cause trouble. I am afraid that the Heishan tribe and other tribes in the northern mountain of Mangyaling will join forces to deal with the black python.

Although there are frequent frictions between the Heishan and other tribes of Mangyaling, Wumang, as a new tribe that moved to Beishan thirty years ago, is more likely to be attacked by the joint efforts of Montenegro and other tribes.

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Chen Xun waited until it was dark before he sneaked through the gap in the camp of Heishan Village. However, before he could reach the Wumang Stone Village, he found out.

"Someone broke into the camp and wanted to enter the village..." The patrolman Wu raised his torch and shouted loudly, and it was like a stone smashing into the calm lake, causing waves. The quiet camp was like a pot of boiling porridge boiling.

Chen Xun no longer had to hide his whereabouts, and rushed to the wall of the Black Python Stone Village. He was about to jump onto the seven or eight meters high stone wall. Two torches on both sides and left and right, whistling with the sound of the wind, the momentum was quite strong.

Chen Xun's soul was trembling. He supported the stone wall with one palm. His figure flashed, and he turned around and kicked the torch away. Mars flew everywhere, illuminating two silent short spears, like a poisonous snake, piercing deeply into the stone wall behind Chen Xun. At this time, the handle of the spear buzzed and trembled.

The short spear that was thrown silently was so poisonous, so fast, but silent, and never had a roar that broke through the air. If Chen Xunling hadn't known anyone, I would have been afraid that these two short spears would have been conscious of them only when they were pricked on the back.

Although the spear rod is short, its sharp edge is extremely long, revealing a small tip blade outside the stone wall, flashing cold light in the dark night.

The heavy-edge spear and this long-edge short spear are specially designed for the barbarian martial arts refining with successful practice and strong body.

Even if Chen Xun has the seventh level of Martial Martial Arts, his muscles, bones, skin and flesh have been tempered to a new extreme, if he is not careful, he will be a solid spear with a heavy edge and long blade, and it will also penetrate the body with a blood hole.

Chen Xun felt that the two major tribes besieged Wumang Village had more powerful enemies in the camp than he had imagined.

Chen Xun couldn't do it in one breath and couldn't jump onto the village wall in one go. Then he ran two harsh murderous intents on his back, and his body was forced to fall from half of the stone wall to the ground.

At this time, two short spears "swoosh" shot in anger again.

This time, I no longer hide my figure, and two short spears broke through the air when they broke out of their hands.

As the short spear came, Chen Xun could even see the air at the tip of the spear fluctuating violently, forming a lonely air wave under the torch, spreading rapidly, and then he heard the sharp roar that almost teared the eardrums apart.

Chen Xun secretly felt that he was not good at the passing of the year, or had chosen the wrong place to enter the village, and he could easily come to the village and throw a short spear so amazing.

He waved his iron bow and smashed the two short spears into pieces. His right arm couldn't help but make the two short spears scattered slightly.

He trained his muscles and bones to a new extreme, and most of his body was called the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. With the strength of his body, he was not even below the peak of the ninth level of the Manchu Martial Arts. At this time, his right arm was numb, and it was also known that these two short spears were shot in anger, and what a terrifying force it contained.

However, before Chen Xun could complain in his heart, the two barbarians approached and rushed towards him. The giant spear in his hand shone coldly under the torch, and instantly turned into many spear shadows, like a mountain pressing towards him, and was about to crush Chen Xun.
Chapter completed!