Chapter 42: Asura Child, Ruthless Shot

Volume 1, Chapter 42

In the middle of the night and early morning, Qin Ming was awakened by the sound of laughter.

A group of men and women walked past the foot of the mountain talking and laughing, without fear of the danger of the forest late at night, chatting and laughing recklessly.

"It's them?" Qin Ming hid on the top of the mountain and watched. When the men and women walked through the open area, he recognized the identity of the group by the faint moonlight.

It was the group who provoked him at the Fifth Martial Arts Arena that day.

There are 15 people in their team, and their strength is generally very strong. No wonder they are fearless.

Qin Ming hid secretly and tried 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 wrong?" The rest of them were vigilant and tacitly stood in a square formation, with 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 field that day, and he arrogantly touched Qin Ming's burden. But he didn't touch it casually, but took the opportunity to smear special spices under Qin Ming's burden.

This spice is colorless and odorless, and ordinary people can't smell it, but he can catch this smell from miles away.

It was under his leadership that the fifteen-man team followed the smell all the way to this place. It's just that it has been three or four days since the spice was applied, and the smell has faded a lot. He can only determine a rough range.

"I've found him!" The disciples all showed vicious smiles, frowning at the surrounding dense forest, and some looked at the nearby mountains.

"Can you be sure?" A female disciple walked to the front with an iron whip.

"Confirmed!" The male disciple's surname is Chen Mingjian, and he is a high-ranking disciple in the 7th Heavenly Realm of Lingwu.

"A group of three, spread out and look for it. 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're here, you can do whatever you want."

"Boy Qin Ming, my sister is here."

The fifteen people were divided into five groups, clenched their weapons and spread out with a smirk. Two groups of them went directly to the mountain where Qin Ming was lurking.

On the top of the mountain, Qin Ming frowned slightly, and put three flying knives from his waist, ready to kill. He wondered how he would be discovered, but now he can't think about it so much. It's important to rush out first, otherwise, when it falls into the hands of this group of people, they will really kill him.

But at this time...

"Ah!" There was a sudden exclamation from the group heading west.

"Haha, did you find it so quickly?" The other four groups quickly turned around and rushed over.

But when the fifteen-member team reunited, everyone's faces turned pale.

In the dark forest in front of them, pairs of green eyes were shining, and groups of black shadows were standing, looking at them coldly.

There was a thick smell of blood in the air.

The atmosphere was depressing.

Spirit demon? They slowly retreated vigilantly, and instead of moving away, the "eyes" in the darkness moved forward.

With the faint and scattered moonlight, they finally saw clearly what this group was.

Wolves!

Spirit demon, hurricane wolf!

Hundreds of giant galloping wolves, with majestic builds, sharp claws shining with cold light, and thick black hairs all over their bodies, with their fangs and saliva dripping, they approached step by step, forming a fan-shaped encirclement.

The 15-member team swallowed hard, breathing quickly involuntarily. Hundreds of spirit monsters hit the 'universal luck'!

"Incite martial arts! Deter them!"

The leading male disciple gave a soft command, and was the first to demonstrate martial arts. A cold white mist filled his body and spread silently. The leaves and branches under his feet were covered in frost.

The rest suppressed their fear and showed their martial arts one after another. They are all above the sixth level of Lingwu, and their strength is much stronger than that of the Great Wind Wolf.

The giant wind wolves did not attack immediately, and seemed to have some concerns.

The atmosphere was frozen, very depressing.

"Don't panic! Don't panic!"

"Stand together and look them in the eyes."

The leading disciple kept reminding that although they were stronger than the wolves, the wolves had hundreds of heads, and they were all ferocious spirit monsters. If they really wanted to fight, they would probably lose both, or even wipe out their entire army.

The alpha wolf slowly emerged from the wolf pack. It was bigger than a bison and had thick muscles all over its body, giving it a strong sense of oppression. It was majestic, murderous, full of fangs, and its claws were as thick as a palm fan. It stepped on the branches and walked towards them.

"Listen to my orders, everyone will move first." The leading male disciple was Lingwu Jiuzhongtian, who stood at the front and confronted the alpha wolf with cold eyes.

The alpha wolf made a low roar, as if conveying some kind of order, and the surrounding wolves roared lowly, bowed their heads and stared fiercely at them.

"What does that mean? What are they going to do?"

One of the female disciples felt strange and pulled the longbow tightly. The bow and arrow were rockets condensed from spiritual energy, and they were burning.

The disciple next to him gritted his teeth and said, "How do I know? If you really can't do it, just do it. The dignified Qingyun Sect disciple is still afraid of these beasts?"

"Wolf teeth and wolf claws are good things. If we really want to fight, who's afraid..." Before Chen Jian could finish his words, the alpha wolf let out a loud howl. .

"Fight!" The fifteen disciples all turned pale, screaming and pounced on the wolves.

A fierce and fierce battle was staged in the forest. The fifteen disciples were all elites, with strong strength and tacit understanding. They did not flinch and rushed directly into the depths of the wolves.

The individual strength of the wolves is a little weaker, but they are better in numbers, brutality, and slaughtering one after another.

The spiritual power was agitated, 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 violent.

Their team has participated in three hunting conferences before and after, and they are very experienced. However, the battle soon reversed.

"Ah! Help me!" A disciple was suddenly thrown down by a giant wolf, and three or five giant wolves next to him rushed up, the screams turned into screams, and then disappeared.

"Beasts, get out of the way!" A disciple rushed to save, aroused a majestic tide, and pushed forward, but he only focused on the front, and saved some galloping wolves one after another on both sides. The sturdy and sharp claws were photographed on the head.

The wolves were huge in number, savage and savage, galloping densely, and the scene became more and more chaotic.

Qin Ming stood on the top of the mountain, watching all this with cold eyes.

"Withdraw, withdraw!"

"Get together and evacuate!"

"Assemble to me and kill."

The leading disciple shouted anxiously, calling for the other disciples to gather.

The wolves didn't want to let them go, they slaughtered wildly, and the wild scenes were shocking.

A chase and slaughter lasted for an hour, and they rushed out of the mountain road of more than ten miles, attracting several nearby teams, but when they saw this scene, they immediately left far away, and no one wanted to cause trouble.

In the end, five of the ten disciples survived, struggling to break free from the wolves.

They were covered in injuries, and for the rest of their lives, they were still in shock, gasping violently, their hearts almost jumping out of their chests.

"How many of us are left?"

A male disciple was covered in blood and his voice was trembling.

"Five people, there are only five left." The disciple next to him sat slumped under the old tree, looking up at the dense canopy, and sporadic moonlight shone through the gap on his terrified face.

"Ten dead?" A female disciple couldn't accept it. She was happily following the 'prey', but in a blink of an eye they became prey, and ten brothers died. How to participate in the next hunting event?

"Let's find a safe place to hide first." Chen Jian supported the old tree and panted for breath, it was important to heal his wounds first.

"Where's Qin Ming?" The female disciple raised her head.

"Never mind, leave it to other teams to clean up..." Chen Jian was about to get up when his expression suddenly changed.

"What's wrong?" The other four were immediately alert. Could it be that the wolves were catching up?

Chen Jian cocked his nose vigorously, his expression changing. He smelled a special scent, a very familiar scent.

"What's the matter?"

"Qin Ming."

"what?"

"Qin Ming seems to be nearby."

"He's not..." The female disciple opened her mouth, but she couldn't make a sound.

In the dim woodland in front of him, a tall and thin teenager walked out slowly, holding a bright long sword in his hand.

"Qin Ming?!" The five disciples looked ugly, how could he be here? Followed all the way?

Qin Ming stopped not far away, there was no expression on his face, but his breath became colder and colder.

"We didn't look for you, but you actually came to the door yourself." The female disciple clenched the iron whip, but the voice she shouted was very unconvincing.

Qin Ming stood for a while and walked towards them slowly, his eyes cold.

"What do you want? I warn you not to mess around."

"Qin Ming, please leave. We have no grudges or grudges. You'd better not do things that take advantage of the fire."

"Everyone is from the same family, so there's no need to strain the relationship."

"Please leave, I don't want to say it a second time."

"What are you doing! Stop, stop!"

The five exclaimed, and Queen Cang withdrew.

Qin Ming's footsteps were getting faster and faster, and the sharp sword in his hand swayed with cold sword energy, and he shot ruthlessly and slashed at Chen Jian.

"what……"

The screams echoed in the old forest, awakening the birds before dawn, breaking the silence of the forest.