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Chapter 41 What's wrong with me, a drug seller, making some poison?

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

Zhong Lin walked quickly in the dense forest, his eyes glancing at the figures behind him.

"Are you here after all? If the tiger doesn't show its power, do you really think I'm Hello Kitty?" A gloomy look flashed across Zhong Lin's face.

With a thought, he suddenly increased his speed and disappeared at a fork in the road.

"Oh no, we've been discovered, give chase."

Dong Yan of the Black Tiger Gang's face changed, and he no longer cared about hiding and ran away with big strides.

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

Dong Yan was the fastest. With his height like an iron tower, he ran like a bear in the mountains, full of powerful oppression.

The four men behind him were only one point slower than him, which showed that they were all mid-level warriors.

On the other side, the skinny guy also brought seven people and hung them tightly. The eight people were moving at different speeds, some fast and some slow, a mixed bag.

Dong Yan chased for hundreds of meters, and after turning a corner, he found that Zhong Lin was no longer in front of him.

His brows tightened and his expression became a little grim.

"Damn it, let's split up and chase him. I don't believe he can make it to heaven."

call out!
A sharp sound of breaking through the air was heard, and before anyone could react, an arrow shot 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 at all about the arrows. As an eighth-grade cultivator, his muscles and bones were strong, and his skin was like armor. He was no longer afraid of this little thing. Unless it was the Eight-Stone Strong Bow or the Divine Arm Crossbow, it was impossible to break his defense.

He raised his hand to deflect the flying arrow, but saw that the arrow unexpectedly drew an arc in front of him and shot straight towards a short man on his left.

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

The dead can no longer die.

call out!call out!call out!
Dong Yan's expression finally changed, and he shouted loudly: "Everyone be careful."

Before speaking, he moved his body and slapped the arrow that was rushing towards him.

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

The same was true for the other three men, either with knives or swords. Although the arrow could turn, it was only a little more troublesome.

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

"As my strength increases, the effect of bows and arrows becomes less and less."

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

Eighth-grade warriors have strong muscles and bones, great explosive power, and sharp five senses. Even bows and arrows cannot hit them.

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

Pfft!
There was a slight sound, and a tall and thin man behind Dong Yan suddenly fell to the ground, with white foam coming out of the corner of his mouth.

"The arrows...the arrows are poisoned."

Only then did everyone realize that the man's clothes were cut open on his chest, and a shallow wound could be seen on the exposed skin. It was obvious that he was accidentally scratched when he was dodging the arrow just now, but the wound was dark blue in color, and black blood with a fishy smell was flowing out of it.

What a strong poison.

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

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

Dong Yan roared to the sky, a cold murderous intent filling his body. He had thought this was just a game of cat and mouse, but now two people were dead before he even saw them.

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

"Breaking the wind."

A sound of breaking air was heard. Dong Yan, whose vision was blocked, subconsciously dodged his body, and at the same time, his big hand, as black as fine iron, grabbed fiercely.

The martial art that Dong Yan practiced was called "Mixed Iron Palm". Most of his skills were in his hands. Moreover, as an eighth-rank warrior, he had a strength of 500 kilograms. With his pair of iron palms, breaking stones and splitting rocks was no problem for him.

Although his vision was blocked, Dong Yan had already determined Zhong Lin's position through the sound. He showed a ferocious smile and exerted force suddenly.

"Die to me."

But in an instant his expression changed drastically, because he felt a huge force coming from the other party's hand that was no weaker than his own. This moment made him unable to move, and his originally stable breathing became rapid.

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

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

Click!

Accompanied by the sound of bones breaking, Dong Yan's right arm was directly broken by Zhong Lin.

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

At this time, the lime powder also fell, and everyone's vision began to return to normal. However, 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 cried out in shock, their hearts filled with fear, but they did not forget the crisis before them.

Zhong Lin waved the machete in his hand, and blood flowed down the blood groove. Without stopping, he strode forward and chased after the man.

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

Unfortunately, after taking just two steps, I felt dizzy and my limbs felt a little sore.

"poisonous."

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

laugh!
The knife flashed, a head flew up, and blood splattered.

The only remaining man had a face full of fear, and he kept begging: "Mercy...Mercy...I have money, please spare me..."

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

The world is quiet.

"Stupid, even if I kill you, the silver will be mine." Zhong Lin murmured.

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

The entire process was a completely one-sided crushing from beginning to end, and it took only a few dozen breaths. However, this was simulated countless times.

Zhong Lin had already explored this stretch of road countless times, finding the best places to hide, the best places to launch a surprise attack, the best places to escape, the best places to set up an ambush...

These were all simulated by Zhong Lin through repeated investigations.

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

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

(End of this chapter)