Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

Chapter 217 In the Pine Forest

Tuza and Moban chased after Zhao Lin, but they didn't dare to chase too close, for fear of stepping into a trap and repeating the mistakes of their accomplices.

Zhao Lin could actually get rid of the two by relying on his speed and flying ability, and went directly to the sect to ask the elders for help.

But Yanzhou is next to the territory of Wushu people, if these two people run to the border, it may be too late to go back and ask for help.

I am not afraid of thieves stealing, but I am afraid of thieves thinking about it. If I let the two escape, I will not even be able to sleep comfortably.

What's more, the opponent has already gone out of five, and the situation of victory and defeat has been reversed. As long as there is another one designed to kill one, then Zhao Lin is sure to win in one-on-one.

Tuza and Moban were extremely careful, only chasing Zhao Lin along the route he had passed, and drove him up the mountain.

"Where do you think he is going?" Moban asked Tuza in a low voice, feeling suspicious when he saw Zhao Lin wandering around aimlessly.

"I'm afraid I want to repeat the old trick."

Tuza sneered, "We take care of each other, pay attention to our feet, I don't believe he can do anything else!"

Zhao Lin went around and ran into a camphor pine forest, which was the place where he had set up a trap to catch the raccoon a few days ago.

These animal traps alone can't do much harm to blood warriors.

However, when a blood-level martial artist makes a move, a slight difference is a matter of life and death. As long as it plays even a small role, it can become the key to determining the outcome.

Zhao Lin glanced at the woods, saw an old pine tree with a mark on it, and ran over immediately.

There are two animal traps buried in the snow next to the old pine tree, and there is no clue on the surface.

He passed through the trap, staggered deliberately, then turned around suddenly, and punched the two behind him with both fists.

Tuza and Moban felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy, and they each resisted with burning wood fists.

Four fists collided with two muffled sounds.

Tuza's skill was profound, and he swayed slightly. Moban couldn't bear the strength and took a step back.

With a "snap", he stepped on the animal trap.

When Zhao Lin set up the traps, he was worried about trapping the raccoons to death, so he deliberately used the long and thin sharp-toothed traps. Although the damage was limited, the penetration was stronger.

The warriors in the blood realm are known as copper-skinned and iron-boned, but they are not invulnerable after all. Moban let out an "ah" in pain, slipped on the soles of his feet, and almost fell to the ground.

At this moment, a large net fell from the sky.

Normally, Mo Ban could cut through the hanging net with a single move, but he dared not do so now because Zhao Lin had already rushed over.

Mo Ban propped himself on the ground with one foot and slashed at Zhao Lin with his palm.

Zhao Lin knew that he was inconvenient to move, so he swayed, dodged the power of the palm, came to the side, and grabbed three claws in a row, without giving him a chance to breathe.

Moban blocked from left to right, and watched helplessly as the net covered him head-on.

Seeing that his companion was in danger, Tuza rushed over, but with Moban in the middle, he had no choice but to take a step sideways, and then kicked Zhao Lin.

After such a delay, Zhao Linfei grabbed the knots on the hanging net, sprayed energy from the hole, rose up from the ground, and flew to a high place with Mo Ban.

Tuza was taken aback, and also jumped up, trying to stop Zhao Lin in mid-air.

Moban was locked into a ball in the hanging net, unable to go up to the sky or down to the ground. He grabbed the net with both hands and pulled it to both sides.

Zhao Lin raised his hand, and took Hangwang and Moban as a meteor hammer, hitting Tuza.

Tuza turned over to dodge, put his toes on the tree, and jumped forward.

Unexpectedly, in the middle of the flight, I suddenly saw hundreds of finely interlaced silk nets in front of me, and couldn't dodge them in time, so I bumped into them.

It turned out that this was the sticky net that Zhao Lin hung on the tree to catch the raccoons. It was woven from silk, as thin as a hair, and hard to distinguish with the naked eye.

The light in the woods was unclear, and Tuza didn't notice it in a hurry, and he was entangled and couldn't get away.

Taking advantage of the time gained by sticking to the net, Zhao Lin threw Mo Ban into the air, then flew up and punched him from below.

After repeated fights, the ice true energy in his body was exhausted, so he attacked with the Shi Xiao Fist and added wind attribute true energy at the same time.

Just as Moban broke free from the net, he felt a strong wind blowing from below. He couldn't help but turn pale with fright, and barely kicked his leg.

With a sound of "Puff", energy poured into his body like a frenzy, Moban felt his chest tight, his sea of ​​energy trembled, and he almost lost the ability to gather energy.

What frightened him even more was that, instead of falling down, Zhao Lin floated in the air as if he had grown wings, and punched him again.

"boom!"

Tuza split the sticky net with the palm of his blazing knife, and saw Moban fall from the air like a kite with a broken string, and hit the snow hard.

"Come on!"

Moban struggled to stand up and said something to Tuza with difficulty.

Tuza's expression changed, and he suddenly ran down the mountain.

Until now, he still didn't understand why his five high-level blood-level warriors who were in their prime were defeated by a young man who had just entered the first level of blood level.

But the iron-like facts were in front of him, and he couldn't allow him to have any more illusions.

"Go back and report this battle to the sect, maybe there is a glimmer of life..."

Tuza ran like flying, panicked like a frightened bird, hoping in his heart that Moban could buy himself more time.

"Your companion runs so fast!"

Zhao Lin ignored Tuza and stared at Moban sarcastically, "Tell me, who sent you here? Which sect? Tell me and I'll give you a good time."

When he chased Fengli this morning, he got a lot of musk powder on his hands.

In the fight just now, the musk powder was on Tuza's fist again, so he was not worried about this person escaping.

"Even if you don't tell me, I can guess it."

Zhao Lin walked slowly towards Mo Ban while talking.

"Then take your time and guess!"

Moban looked determined, his body swayed, black blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and he fell to the ground with a "plop".

died?

Zhao Lin was stunned, suspecting fraud, and regardless of whether he was really dead or fake, he kicked Moban in the heart.

There was no life in Moban's body, he rolled and flew seven or eight feet away, and hit a big tree.

Snow fell from the trees, burying his body until only his head and shoulders were exposed.

Zhao Lin picked up a branch from the ground, walked up to the corpse, squatted down and used the branch to pry open Moban's mouth, and saw a gallbladder-like thing sticking to his teeth.

There is also some black juice around the gallbladder.

"Take poison, dead man!"

Zhao Lin frowned, thinking that he had never offended anyone in Yanzhou, why would someone send five blood-level warriors to assassinate him?

These five people practice martial arts in the Western Regions, and they have also practiced the technique of combined strikes. Their backgrounds are definitely not simple.

Although the martial arts are different, the number of boxing moves seems to be the same group of masked men who attacked the disciples of the Wuxiang Academy when sweeping the mountain last year.

Zhao Lin vaguely felt that this matter might not only be aimed at himself.

"By the way, there is another fish that slipped through the net."

Zhao Lin stood up, glanced in the direction where Tuza was escaping, took a light breath, caught the smell of musk in the air, lifted himself up, and ran down the mountain.

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