In the jungle, a green lizard moved cautiously. Its target was a horned frog squatting quietly on a raised bluestone not far away, with its eyes slightly closed, enjoying the light cast from above the woods. The horned frog looked as big as a millstone, with black and brown stripes all over its body, two short sharp horns on its head, and a white eye mask covering most of the eyeballs at the frog's fist-sized eyes. The slightly exposed belly was snow-white, and the meat looked extremely plump. The green lizard stuck out its tongue slightly, and its pair of yellow vertical eyes stared at the horned frog. Its black pupils kept shrinking, and some sticky saliva began to secrete from the corners of its mouth. It had been eyeing the other party for a long time. In order not to alarm the prey, it slowly moved its body closer little by little. Its soft webbed feet allowed it to sneak forward with minimal movement when walking. Just when it was only a few meters away from the bull-horned frog and was about to rush over to hunt before the other party discovered it, a slight sound of wind sounded, and a green figure instantly passed over the two, bringing a rustling sound of leaves, and a few yellow leaves slowly fell down as the figure passed by. The green lizard carefully crouched down and watched the figure disappear into the depths of the jungle in a few jumps. Just when it was slightly relaxed, it felt something was wrong and looked up quickly. Sure enough, on the bluestone in front, there was no figure of the bull-horned frog. I don’t know when it had already escaped. The green lizard looked at the empty bluestone, and then looked in the direction of the figure that appeared inexplicably and disappeared quickly. It was so angry that its mouth bulged slightly and made a hissing sound. However, it did not notice that a huge black-clawed eagle owl on a tree branch above it noticed it, and with a slight movement of its wings, it turned into a black shadow and swooped down. Suddenly, a miserable hissing sound was heard in the jungle. ——
Feng Xuan quickly passed through the dense forest. He naturally did not know that because of his passing, the unlucky green lizard not only lost its lunch, but also became someone else's lunch. At this time, Feng Xuan had not fully recovered from leaving the tribe, and his face was a little melancholy. Brother Shitou was still drunk, and Feng Xuan put him under the big tree. Feng Xuan did not tell anyone about his departure, he did not like the feeling of parting. He had already dealt with the people he should meet and the things he should do. Whether it was Uncle Daniu or Uncle Ling, Wu Lao or Shuangniu, he had met them one by one during these days, and everyone knew that he was about to leave Xuanying and go to the unknown holy land of the human race. Feng Xuan didn't know if he could come back after this departure. He had learned from the chieftain of Beili that only one in ten people who went to the holy land could return. He didn't think that the other party would deceive a junior like him with such a thing. Even from the warning of Wu Lao, Feng Xuan knew that the holy land of the human race must be full of dangers. He didn't want everyone's last impression of him to be the appearance of seeing him off in front of the tribe. But if possible, Feng Xuan wanted to return to the tribe again, but that must be when he got the answer he wanted and had the power to protect the people he cherished. He still had two years to go, two years before the Heaven Devouring Day recorded by Qing Huanluo. If Qing Huanluo's news was correct, the Heaven Devouring Day two years later would be the time when the demonic disaster descended on the land where he grew up. Feng Xuan wanted to protect this land and the people he cherished under such a demonic disaster. It was absolutely not enough to rely on the speed of cultivation in Qishan. Maybe Feng Xuan will be able to break through to the third realm in two years and become a martial artist in the hidden realm, but so what? Feng Xuan doesn't think he will be able to resist the invasion of the demonic disaster at that time. Feng Xuan has never forgotten that just a demon force from the Dark Realm can make him hide and hide, fearing that he will attract the attention of the other party. He can easily send out a third realm warrior. Feng Xuan doesn't think the other party's strength is limited to this. He must go to the holy land, whether to practice and train his strength to reach the strength to solve the demonic disaster or to use the power of the holy land to attract attention, he must go. Before leaving, he had already dealt with all the matters he could think of. He handed over all the prescriptions derived from the bronze space to Wu Lao, believing that with these prescriptions, the strength of the Xuanying tribe will definitely be stronger. He finally completed the deduction of the second form of the Falling Star Arrow Technique and passed it to Uncle Ling. Feng Xuan believed that with Uncle Ling's talent for archery, as long as he completed the practice, he would probably not be a match for ordinary blood-qi-level warriors. If Uncle Ling could reach the blood-qi level, with the two forms of the Falling Star Arrow Technique, even some weak wild beasts would not be able to threaten him. After all, this is a sea-level martial art. Even the Baling tribe does not have many martial arts. If it were not for the fact that the Falling Star Arrow Technique was so incomplete, Feng Xuan would not have been able to obtain it. As for the deduction of the last form, it took too long, and Feng Xuan had no time to wait until the deduction was completed before giving it to Uncle Ling. As for the beasts such as Tiger Mother, Feng Xuan was also very relieved. Tiger Mother was originally gentle in nature, and Wu Lao could communicate with her, and the relationship between the two sides became closer and closer. Even the little guys like Tiger Big gradually adapted to life in the tribe. With Tiger Mother secretly guarding the tribe and cooperating with the strength of the totem, even the strength of an ordinary medium-sized tribe of the human race was no more than this, and Feng Xuan was also relatively relieved about this. Today's top combat power of the Black Eagle Tribe is Tiger Girl and Black Eagle Totem, followed by Uncle Danniu who has reached the blood level and Ying Da in the late Tona Realm, combined with the strength of Uncle Ling, Ying Er, and Uncle Qingmu. , it can even be said that it is not weaker than the average medium-sized human tribe. If Uncle Ling can reach the peak of the Zang Refining Level, he can quickly break through to the Blood Level with the help of the blood essence he once obtained, and become a frightening marksman. . It must be mentioned here that because Hu Da seems to have awakened some extremely powerful bloodline, even if he does not practice much, his physical fitness is increasing every day, and now he has reached the high-level strength of Kailing. Feng Xuan can't help but sigh. What's more, this little guy is even more favored by the witch elder. He often opens a small stove for him and feeds him various secret medicines and elixirs. In the midst of these complicated thoughts, Feng Xuan was suddenly shocked to realize that human beings riding barbaric beasts had begun to appear around him one after another.
He looked carefully and saw that the road here was wider, the surrounding woods were decreasing, and some roads that seemed to be frequently traveled appeared in front of him. Many people passing by along the way couldn't help but look at the lonely Feng Xuan curiously, feeling extremely incredible. You must know that even near the Li Shang tribe, it cannot be said to be 100% safe. Whether it is the roaming wild beasts or the hidden bandits, they are all guys who can kill people. This little guy was walking alone in the forest, and he didn't know what he was doing. Feng Xuan saw that there were more people here, and knew that the Li Shang tribe was not far away, so he was not in a hurry. He slowed down and walked forward at a normal speed while looking at the groups of people passing by in groups. , or a team riding on wild beasts. Most of the wild beasts ridden by these teams are bulls, unicorns, and llamas. These are relatively docile and extremely tame beasts. Although they are not strong, they are more suitable for transportation. In particular, bulls and llamas are not only docile, but also have very good endurance, making them extremely suitable for traveling merchant teams. He even saw several teams with more than ten or twenty people, all of them were armed and looking around vigilantly. There were more than a dozen huge bulls in the team, each carrying large and small bags of items. , obviously some traveling merchant teams. Feng Xuanwei is surprised by this kind of team. Even when he was in the Xuanying Tribe, these merchants would go to various tribes to trade supplies from time to time. Although the items were relatively expensive, others were taking great risks to travel through various human tribes. Tribes naturally charge higher fees. Even the Black Eagle tribe can often get some good things from these merchant teams, and can also trade some of the special herbs and mineral salts of the Black Eagle tribe. These merchants are also quite generous. Generous. However, although most people were curious about Feng Xuan being alone, they didn't pay much attention to it. After all, no one knew whether this was the method of those bandits. In this wilderness, some bandits sent some teenagers as outposts into the convoy. It is not unusual to use methods to explore one's strength. Especially those merchant teams are extremely vigilant about this and do not want to cause too much trouble. "Hey, that boy in green, why are you walking alone in this wild forest? Could it be that you are separated from your family? Come with us. At least there is no problem in sending you to the Lishang tribe. You are alone. It’s too dangerous to walk” At this moment, among the sparse crowd passing by, a rough voice sounded, obviously directed at Feng Xuan.