Practice starts with skill points

At the exit, Yun Ye was wiping the long sword in his hand with his head down. He was indifferent to Zhong Lin's departure and the two groups of people following him, as if nothing had happened.

Zhong Lin walked quickly in the dense forest, his eyes swept over the shadows behind him.

"Are you here again? If the tiger doesn't show its power, do you really think I'm Hello Kitty?" Zhong Lin's face flashed with gloom.

With a thought, he suddenly sped up and disappeared at a fork in the road.

"No, we've been discovered, chase."

Dong Yan of the Black Tiger Gang changed his face, no longer caring about hiding, and ran wildly.

The four men behind him did not answer, but they had already quickened their pace.

Dong Yan was the fastest. His height was like an iron tower, and he ran wildly like a bear in the mountains, full of a sense of oppression.

The speed of the four men behind him was only one point slower than him, so it can be seen that they were all warriors of the entry level.

On the other side, the skinny monkey also brought seven people to hang tightly. The speed of the eight people was fast and slow, and there were good and bad people.

Dong Yan chased for hundreds of meters, and after a corner, he found that Zhong Lin's figure was gone in front of him.

His brows tightened and his face looked a little ugly.

"Damn it, chasing separately, I don't believe he can fly to the sky."

Swish!

A shrill sound of breaking through the air sounded, and before everyone could react, an arrow was seen shooting out from the dense forest at a strange angle.

"Arrow? What a little mouse."

Dong Yan's face was full of ferocious smiles, and he didn't care about the arrows at all. With the eighth-grade cultivation, he had strong muscles and bones, and his skin was like armor. He was no longer afraid of this little thing. Unless it was an eight-stone strong bow or a divine arm crossbow, it would not be able to break his defense.

He raised his hand to push away the flying arrow, but saw that the arrow actually crossed an arc in front of him against the norm and shot straight towards a short man on his left.

Swish!

With a muffled sound and everyone's incredible eyes, the arrow hit the short man's eye socket and went straight through his skull.

He couldn't be deader.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Dong Yan's face finally changed, and he shouted loudly: "Everyone be careful."

Before speaking, he moved his body and slapped the arrows that were rushing towards him.

Warriors are good at identifying positions by sound. As long as they are prepared, they can easily avoid the archers' hidden arrows.

The other three men were the same with knives or swords. Although the arrows would turn, it was just a little more troublesome.

On a big tree in the distance, Zhong Lin put down the iron bow in his hand with regret.

"With the improvement of strength, the effect of bows and arrows is getting smaller and smaller."

As long as the ninth-grade warriors can avoid the weaknesses, ordinary bows and arrows can no longer break their defenses.

Eighth-grade warriors have strong muscles and bones, strong explosive power, and sharp five senses. Bows and arrows can't even shoot them.

Zhong Lin had never seen a seventh-grade warrior, but he thought it was even more useless.

Plop!

A light sound came, and a tall and thin man behind Dong Yan suddenly fell to the ground, and white foam came out of the corner of his mouth.

"The arrow... the arrow is poisonous."

Everyone realized that the man's clothes were cut open on his chest, and a shallow wound could be seen on the exposed skin. It was obviously accidentally scratched when he was dodging the arrow just now, but the wound was dark blue, and black blood with a fishy smell flowed out of it.

Such a strong poison.

It was just a wound, but it took a life.

"Ah... I'm going to kill you."

Dong Yan roared to the sky, and the cold murderous intent filled his body.

I thought it was a game of cat and mouse, but now two people have died before I saw them.

Crash!

Suddenly, a handful of lime powder fell from above, blocking the view, covering Dong Yan and the remaining two men together.

"Break the wind."

A sound of breaking through the air came, and Dong Yan, whose vision was blocked, subconsciously dodged, and at the same time, his dark iron-like big hand grabbed fiercely.

The martial arts that Dong Yan practiced was called "Mixed Iron Palm". Most of his skills were in his hands. Moreover, as an eighth-grade warrior, he had a force of 500 kilograms. With his iron palms, it was no problem for him to break the stone.

Although his vision was blocked, Dong Yan had already judged Zhong Lin's position through the sound. He showed a ferocious smile at the corner of his mouth and exerted force fiercely.

"Come and die."

But in an instant, his face changed drastically, because he felt a huge force coming from the other party's hand that was not weaker than his. This moment made him unable to move, and his originally stable breathing became rapid.

"You are also eighth-grade? It smells so good... It's poisonous, despicable."

Dong Yan, who was thinking about countermeasures, suddenly smelled a fragrance, and then he felt dizzy and immediately knew that it was lime powder mixed with incense or something like that.

A perfect poem, a post, a content, a 6-9 book, a bar, a look!

Crack!

With a sound of bone breaking, Dong Yan's right arm was directly broken by Zhong Lin.

Even so, Zhong Lin did not let go at all. The blade of the ghost-head knife in his right hand turned, a white light flashed, Dong Yan's head flew into the air, and a stream of white blood flew out of his neck, flying several feet before falling to the ground.

At this time, the lime powder also fell, and everyone's vision began to recover, but the first thing they saw when they opened their eyes was the head of their leader who died with his eyes open.

"Boss Dong."

The two remaining people exclaimed, their hearts were full of fear at this time, but they did not forget the crisis in front of them.

Zhong Lin waved the ghost-head knife in his hand, and blood flowed along the blood groove. He did not stop and chased in big strides.

At this time, the remaining two people were already scared out of their wits. Even the eighth-grade master Dong was chopped off. How could they have the courage to continue to stay and fight? They turned around and fled.

Unfortunately, after just two steps, he felt dizzy and his limbs were a little sore.

"It's poisonous."

Zhong Lin kept approaching with the ghost-head knife, smiling and saying: "What's wrong with me, a medicine seller, making some poison? Isn't this normal?"

Swish!

The knife flashed, a head flew up, and blood splashed.

The only remaining man had a face full of fear, and kept begging: "Spare my life... Spare my life... I have silver, spare me..."

Zhong Lin ignored him, and another knife, another big head.

The world was quiet.

"Stupid, kill you, and the silver is mine too." Zhong Lin murmured.

He bent down and wiped his bloody hand on the other person's clothes, then stood up neatly.

The whole process was completely one-sided from beginning to end, and the time before and after was only a few dozen breaths, but this was not simulated many times.

Zhong Lin had already explored this section of the road countless times, where is suitable for hiding, where is suitable for sneak attacks, where is suitable for escaping, where is suitable for ambushes...

These are all simulated by Zhong Lin's explorations again and again.

"Either don't do it, or kill us all. Since you don't want me to live, let you die first."

Zhong Lin's voice was low and full of coldness.