Late at night and early in the morning, Qin Ming was awakened by chatter and laughter.
A group of men and women walked past the foot of the mountain talking and laughing, talking and laughing without any scruples about the danger of the forest in the middle of the night.
"It's them?" Qin Mingzang waited and watched from the top of the mountain. When men and women walked through an open area, he recognized the identities of this group of people by the faint moonlight.
It was the same group who provoked him at the Fifth Martial Arts Arena that day.
There are fifteen people in their team, and their strength is generally very strong, no wonder they are confident.
Qin Ming hid quietly, trying not to be discovered, he still doesn't have the strength to fight against so many people.
"Wait!" A male disciple in the team suddenly raised his hand.
"What's the matter?" The rest of the people were vigilant and stood in a square formation tacitly to cooperate. They had smiles on their faces and sharp eyes.
"Qin Ming is near here." The male disciple looked around with a half-smile. He was the male disciple who took the initiative to provoke Qin Ming that day in the Fifth Martial Arts Field, and arrogantly touched Qin Ming's burden. But he didn't touch it casually, but took the opportunity to smear a special spice under Qin Ming's burden.
This kind of spice is colorless and odorless, and ordinary people can't smell anything, but he can catch this smell from miles away.
It was under his leadership that the fifteen-member team chased here along the scent. It's just that it has 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, staring at the surrounding dense forest, and some of them looked at the high mountain next to them.
"Are you sure?" A female disciple walked to the front with an iron whip.
"Sure!!" The male disciple's surname is Chen Mingjian, a disciple of the Seventh Heavenly Realm of Spiritual Martial Arts.
"In a group of three, spread out and look for it. Qin Ming is nearby, and he may have fallen asleep."
"Whoever finds him first, don't rush to kill him. Of course, everyone should enjoy such an interesting thing together."
"Let's find this way, you can do whatever you want."
"Boy Qin Ming, my sister is here."
The fifteen people were divided into five groups, and they spread out with clenched weapons and smirked. Two groups of them walked directly to the mountain where Qin Ming was lurking.
On the top of the mountain, Qin Ming frowned slightly, and put out three flying knives from his waist, ready to kill. He wondered how he was discovered, but he couldn't think about it so much now, it was important to rush out first, otherwise they would really kill him when he fell into the hands of this group of people.
But at this time...
"Ah!!" The team heading west suddenly screamed.
"Haha, did you find it so quickly?" The other four groups quickly turned around and rushed over.
But when the fifteen-member team regrouped, everyone's faces turned pale.
In the dark forest in front of them, there were pairs of green eyes shining, and groups of black figures were standing, looking at them coldly.
There was a strong smell of blood in the air.
The atmosphere is depressing.
Spirit demon? They retreated slowly in vigilance, and instead of moving away in the dark, the 'eyes' followed along.
With the faint and sporadic moonlight, they finally saw clearly what this group was.
Wolves!
Spirit demon, giant wind wolf!
Hundreds of giant Gale wolves were majestic, their sharp claws gleamed coldly, and their bodies were covered with thick black hair. They had ferocious fangs and drooling, approaching step by step, forming a fan-shaped encirclement.
The 15-person team swallowed hard, and their breathing became rapid involuntarily. Hundreds of spirit monsters, it's 'great luck'!
"Arouse martial arts! Deter them!"
The leading male disciple gave orders softly, and was the first to demonstrate his martial arts. The cold white mist filled his body and spread silently. The leaves and branches under his feet were covered with frost.
The rest suppressed their sense of fear and showed off their martial arts one after another. They are all above the sixth level of Lingwu, and their strength is much stronger than that of Gale Wolf.
The Gale Wolves didn't launch an attack immediately, and seemed to have some concerns.
The atmosphere was solidified 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 pack of wolves, there were hundreds of wolves, and they were all ferocious spirit monsters. If they really fought, they would probably lose both sides, or even wipe out their entire army.
The first wolf slowly came out of the wolf pack. It was bigger than a bison, and its whole body was full of thick muscles, which gave people a strong sense of oppression. It was majestic, murderous, full of fangs, and its sharp claws were as big as a cattail fan. It crushed the branches and walked towards them.
"Listen to my orders, everyone should move first." The leading male disciple was Lingwu Jiuchongtian, who stood at the front and confronted the wolf with cold eyes.
The head wolf let out a deep roar, as if conveying some kind of order, and the surrounding wolves roared one after another, lowered their heads and grimaced, and stared at them viciously.
"What does that mean? What are they for?"
One of the female disciples was surprised, and pulled her long bow tightly. The bow and arrow are rockets formed by condensed spiritual power, which are burning.
The disciple next to him gritted his teeth and said, "How would I know? If it doesn't work, just do it. The dignified Qingyun Sect disciples are afraid of these beasts?"
"Spike teeth and wolf claws are good things. If we really want to fight, who is afraid..." Before Chen Jian finished speaking, the wolf leader let out a loud and long howl, and hundreds of wolves rushed towards them like sharp arrows.
"Fight!" The expressions of the fifteen disciples all changed, and they rushed towards the wolves screaming.
A fierce battle was staged in the forest. The fifteen disciples were all elites, with strong strength and tacit cooperation. They didn't back down, and rushed directly into the depths of the wolf pack.
The individual strength of the wolves is slightly weaker, but they are more numerous, ferocious and wild, and they are culling one after another.
The spiritual power surged and the martial arts showed their might, and the scene quickly became chaotic. Blood splattered and roared into pieces. The smell of blood stimulated the giant wind wolves, and the offensive became more and more fierce.
Their team has participated in three hunting conferences before and after, and they are very experienced. They gritted their teeth and fought fiercely, confident that they could beat back the wolves. However, the battle soon turned around.
"Ah! Help me!" A disciple was suddenly thrown down by a giant wolf, and three or five giant wolves next to him rushed up, and the screams turned into screams, and then there was no sound.
"Bastards, get out of here!" A disciple rushed to save him, aroused a huge tide, and pushed forward, but he only cared about the front, and rushed out some giant wind wolves from both sides, the wind roared fiercely, The thick and sharp claws slapped it on the head.
The wolf pack was huge in number, ferocious and savage, galloping densely, and the scene became more and more chaotic. They couldn't bear it anymore, and five people died in battle in a blink of an eye.
Qin Ming stood on the top of the mountain, watching all this with cold eyes.
"Withdraw, withdraw, withdraw!"
"Get together and withdraw!"
"Assembly to me, kill out."
The leading disciple shouted anxiously, calling for other disciples to gather.
The wolves didn't want to let them go, and culled them frantically. The wild scene was shocking.
A chase and fight lasted for a full hour, rushing all the way out of the mountain road for more than ten miles, attracting several nearby teams, but seeing 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 from the hunt of the wolves.
They were covered in wounds, and for the rest of their lives, they were still in shock, panting violently, and their hearts almost jumped out of their chests.
"How many of us are left?"
A male disciple's face was covered with blood, and his voice was trembling.
"Five people, only five left." The disciple next to him sat slumped under the old tree, looking up at the dense canopy, the sporadic moonlight shining on his terrified face through the gap.
"Ten dead?" A female disciple couldn't accept it. She was chasing the 'prey' cheerfully, but in a blink of an eye they became prey, and ten brothers died. How can I explain it when I go 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 to breathe weakly, and it was important to heal his injuries first.
"Where is Qin Ming?" The female disciple raised her head.
"I don't care, leave it to other teams to clean up..." Chen Jian was about to get up when his face suddenly changed.
"What's the matter?" The other four were immediately on alert. Did the wolves catch up
Chen Jian shrugged his nose vigorously, his expression fluctuating. He smelled a special fragrance, a very familiar fragrance.
"What's the matter?"
"Qin Ming."
"what?"
"Qin Ming seems to be nearby."
"Isn't he..." The female disciple opened her mouth, but couldn't make a sound.
In the dark woodland in front of him, a tall and thin boy slowly walked out, holding a shining 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, without any expression on his face, but his breath became colder and colder.
"We didn't look for you, but you came to the door by yourself." The female disciple clenched the iron whip tightly, but the voice she shouted was very weak.
Qin Ming stood for a while, then walked towards them slowly, his eyes were cold.
"What are you trying to do? I warn you not to mess around."
"Qin Ming, please leave. There is no enmity or grudge between us. You'd better not take advantage of the fire."
"Everyone is from the same family, there is no need to make the relationship deadlocked."
"Please leave, I don't want to say it a second time."
"What are you doing! You stop, stop!"
The five people exclaimed and retreated hastily.
Qin Ming's footsteps were getting faster and faster, the sharp sword in his hand was full of sword energy, and he ruthlessly slashed at Chen Jian.
"what… "
The screams echoed in the old forest, waking up the birds before dawn, breaking the silence of the forest.