Late at night and early in the morning, Qin Ming was awakened by the laughter of Zhenshuo.
A group of men and women walked past the foot of the mountain talking and laughing, not caring about the dangers of the forest late at night, talking and laughing unscrupulously.
"Is it them?" Qin Ming hid on the top of the mountain and watched. As the men and women walked through an open area, he recognized the identities of this group of people through the faint moonlight.
It was the same group of people who provoked him at the fifth martial arts arena that day.
There are actually fifteen people in their team, and they are generally very strong. No wonder they are confident.
Qin Ming hid quietly and tried not to be discovered. He didn't have the strength to fight against so many people yet.
"Wait!" A male disciple in the team suddenly raised his hand.
"What's wrong?" The others were alert and stood in a square formation with tacit understanding. They had smiles on their faces and sharp eyes.
"Qin Ming is nearby." The male disciple looked around with a half-smile. He was the male disciple who took the initiative to provoke Qin Ming in the fifth martial arts arena that day, and even touched Qin Ming's baggage arrogantly. But he didn't bump into it casually, but took the opportunity to put special spices under Qin Ming's baggage.
This spice is colorless and odorless, and ordinary people can't smell anything, but he can capture this smell from miles away.
It was under his leadership that the fifteen-man team followed the scent all the way here. It's just that it's been three or four days since the spice was applied, and the smell has faded a lot, so he can only determine a rough range.
"We found him!" The disciples all showed ferocious smiles, looking at the surrounding dense forest with frowning eyebrows, and some also looked at the mountains nearby.
"Are you sure?" A female disciple walked to the front holding an iron whip.
"Confirm!!" The male disciple's surname is Chen Mingjian, he is a top disciple at the seventh level of Lingwu.
"Group three, spread out and look around. Qin Ming is nearby, maybe he has fallen asleep."
"Don't rush to kill whoever finds him first. Of course, everyone should enjoy such an interesting thing together."
"We'll look for you here, whatever you want."
"Boy Qin Ming, my sister is here."
The fifteen people were divided into five groups, gripping their weapons and scattering with evil smiles. Two groups of them went directly to the high mountain where Qin Ming was lurking.
On the top of the mountain, Qin Ming frowned slightly and took out three flying knives from his waist, preparing to kill. He wondered how he was discovered, but he couldn't think about that much now. It was important to rush out first, otherwise if he fell into the hands of these people, they would really kill him.
But at this time...
"Ah!!" A sudden scream came from the group heading west.
"Haha, you found it so quickly?" The other four groups quickly turned around and rushed over.
But when the fifteen-person team gathered together again, everyone's faces turned pale.
In the dark forest in front of them, pairs of green eyes were shining, and groups of black figures were standing, looking at them coldly.
There was a strong smell of blood in the air.
The atmosphere was depressing.
Spirit monster? They retreated slowly and cautiously. In the darkness, instead of moving away, the 'eyes' followed.
Through the weak and scattered moonlight, they finally saw clearly what this group was.
Wolves!
Spirit demon, giant gale wolf!
Hundreds of giant wind wolves, majestic in size, with sharp claws shining coldly, and covered with thick black hair. They bared their fangs ferociously and drooled. They approached step by step, forming a fan-shaped circle.
The fifteen-person team swallowed hard and breathed involuntarily. Hundreds of spirit demons were in luck!
"Inspire martial arts! Deter them!"
The leading male disciple whispered the order and was the first to demonstrate his martial arts. Cold white mist filled the whole body and spread silently. The leaves and branches under his feet were covered with frost. He placed his hands in front of him, and the palms of his hands condensed into fine ice crystals.
The others suppressed their fear and showed off their martial arts skills one after another. They are all above the sixth level of spiritual martial arts, and their strength is much stronger than that of the giant gale wolf.
The giant gale wolves did not attack immediately and seemed to be a little worried.
The atmosphere was solid and very depressing.
"Don't panic! Don't panic!"
"Stand together and look them in the eye."
The leading disciple kept reminding them that although they were stronger than the wolves, there were hundreds of wolves, and they were all ferocious spirit demons. If they really fought, both sides would be injured, or even their whole army would be annihilated.
The first wolf slowly emerged from the pack. It was bigger than a bison and had thick muscles all over its body, giving people a strong sense of oppression. It was majestic and murderous, with a mouth full of fangs and thick claws as big as cattail fans. It trampled branches and walked toward them.
"Listen to my order, no one should move first." The leading male disciple was from the ninth level of Lingwu. He stood at the front and faced the alpha wolf coldly.
The alpha wolf let out a low roar, as if conveying some kind of command. The surrounding wolves roared low, lowered their heads and grimaced, staring at them viciously.
"What does this mean? What are they doing?"
A female disciple was surprised and tightened her long bow. The bow and arrows were like rockets condensed with spiritual power, soaring and burning.
The disciple next to him gritted his teeth and said: "How do I know? If it doesn't work, just do it. Are the dignified Qingyun Sect disciples afraid of these beasts?"
"Wolf fangs and wolf claws are both good things. If we really want to fight, who is afraid..." Before Chen Jian could finish his words, the alpha wolf let out a loud howl, and hundreds of wolves rushed towards them densely like bows and arrows.
"Hit!" All fifteen disciples' expressions changed and they screamed and rushed towards the wolves.
A fierce and fierce battle took place in the forest. The fifteen disciples were all elites, with strong strength and tacit cooperation. They did not flinch and pounced directly into the depths of the wolves.
The individual strength of the wolf pack is slightly weaker, but the victory is due to their large numbers, ferocious wildness, and continuous culling.
Spiritual power was stimulated, martial arts showed off their power, and the scene quickly became chaotic. Blood and water splashed everywhere, and there was a roar. The smell of blood stimulated the giant gale wolves, and their attacks became more and more fierce.
Their team had participated in three hunting conferences and was very experienced. They fought fiercely and were confident that they could fight off the wolves. However, the battle soon took a turn.
"Ah! Save me!" A disciple was suddenly knocked down by a giant wolf, and three or five giant wolves next to him pounced on him. The screams turned into screams, and then there was no sound.
"Beasts, get out of here!" A disciple rushed to save him, causing a majestic wave of water to push him forward. But he only focused on the front, and rushed out some giant wind wolves from both sides. The wind roared fiercely, The thick sharp claws were slapped on the head.
The wolves were huge in number, ferocious and savage, and they were galloping in dense numbers. The situation became increasingly chaotic. They could no longer hold on, and five of them died in the blink of an eye.
Qin Ming stood on the top of the mountain and watched all this with cold eyes.
"Get out, get out, get out!"
"Get together and retreat!"
"Gather to me and fight your way out."
The leading disciple shouted anxiously, calling for the other disciples to gather.
The wolves didn't want to let them go, so they killed them crazily, and the wild scene was shocking.
The chase lasted for a full hour, and they rushed all the way through the mountain road for more than ten miles, attracting several nearby teams. However, when they saw this scene, they immediately left far away. No one wanted to cause trouble.
In the end, five of the ten disciples survived and struggled to escape the pursuit of the wolves.
They were covered in injuries and survived the disaster, in shock. They were all gasping for breath, and their hearts almost jumped out of their chests.
"How many of us are left?"
A male disciple's face was covered in blood and his voice was trembling.
"There are only five people left." The disciple next to him slumped under the old tree and looked up at the dense canopy. The sporadic moonlight shined through the gaps on his frightened face.
"Ten of them died?" A female disciple couldn't accept it. She was happily tracking her 'prey', but in the blink of an eye they became prey, and ten of her brothers died. How should she explain it when she goes back? How can I participate in the next hunting event
"Let's find a safe place to hide first." Chen Jian supported the old tree and gasped weakly. It was important to heal his injuries first.
"Where is Qin Ming?" The female disciple raised her head.
"Never mind, let other teams take care of it..." Chen Jian was about to get up when his expression suddenly changed.
"What's wrong?" The other four people immediately became alert. Could it be that the wolves are catching up
Chen Jian raised his nose vigorously, his expression changing. He smelled a special scent, a very familiar scent.
"What happened?"
"Qin Ming."
"What?"
"Qin Ming seems to be nearby."
"Isn't he..." The female disciple opened her mouth, but no sound came out.
In the dim forest in front of them, a tall and thin boy slowly walked out, holding a bright long sword in his hand.
"Qin Ming?!" The five disciples looked ugly. Why is he here? Followed all the way here
Qin Ming stopped not far away, with no expression on his face, but his breath was getting colder and colder.
"We didn't look for you, but you came to our door yourself." The female disciple clenched her iron whip, but her voice was not confident.
Qin Ming stood for a while and slowly walked towards them, his eyes cold.
"What do you want to do? I'm warning you not to mess around."
"Qin Ming, please leave. There is no grudge between us. You'd better not take advantage of others."
"We are all from the same school, there is no need to make the relationship tense."
"Please leave, I don't want to say it a second time."
"What are you doing! Stop, stop!"
The five people exclaimed and retreated hastily.
Qin Ming's steps were getting faster and faster, and the sharp sword in his hand was filled with cold sword energy, and he struck at Chen Jian mercilessly.
"ah… "
The screams echoed back to the old forest, awakening the birds before dawn and breaking the silence of the forest. Mobile phone users please browse and read for a better reading experience.