Immortality begins with exchanging talent attributes.

With its high mountains and dense forests, Qingmang Mountain appears even more tranquil under the dim sunlight at dusk.

Zhou Yan hid behind a tree, gripping the short spear tightly in his hand, his eyes constantly scanning the bushes ahead.

Although the bushes obstructed his view of the people's entries, he couldn't directly observe them.

Judging from the conversation just now, the group seemed to be led by the stall owner who sold him the tools.

Zhou Yan remembered that the stall owner had a white entry for "Expert Hunter," so the others probably also had white entries.

"We need to take care of this person first."

This person is the closest, and judging from his talent, he is likely a skilled archer; he must be dealt with first.

We must act swiftly and decisively; we cannot afford to delay.

Although he was already a first-level martial artist, his defensive capabilities had even reached the peak of the first level.

However, he had almost no practical combat experience. The last time he killed Li Mazi, it was also by sneak attack.

If he fails to deal with them quickly, he might be in danger once they realize what's happening.

After all, they were all carrying bows and arrows.

Zhou Yan's eyes sharpened as he stared intently at the figure of the owner of the stall. He took a deep breath, and his leg muscles suddenly tensed.

The next moment, he leaped out from behind the tree like a cheetah.

The group of people in the bushes were still talking in hushed tones, completely unaware that the people they were about to ambush were now turning around and killing them.

Suddenly, a violent shock came from their side and behind them, before they could even turn around.

A gray figure suddenly appeared, accompanied by a fierce wind, and without hesitation, thrust a short spear into the chest of the stall owner named Heizi.

"Pfft!"

The spearhead pierced his chest cavity with a resounding crash, the immense force pinning him directly to the ground.

However, due to Zhou Yan's lack of experience, although the spear was powerful enough, it did not hit a vital spot. As a result, Hei Zi was not killed immediately after being pierced by the short spear, and even let out a shrill scream.

"what!"

Kuroko stared wide-eyed at the gray-clad boy who had suddenly appeared and pierced him. His eyes were filled with endless pain and confusion.

He couldn't understand why a poor young boy would dare to kill someone, or why he had such great strength.

Filled with endless questions, this hunter, who considered himself to have a keen eye and had spent most of his life hunting, died slowly in agony.

Fresh blood gushed from the other person's wound, and a strong smell of blood gradually spread with the mountain breeze.

It wasn't until Hei Zi's scream rang out that the other three hunters reacted.

"It's that kid! Kill him!"

A bearded man roared and reached for the wooden bow behind his back.

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Zhou Yan's eyes twitched, and he glanced at the others out of the corner of his eye.

As expected, white light appeared above their heads.

Without looking closely, he released the short spear stuck in Blackie's chest, pulled out another one from behind his back, and lunged at Big Beard.

Big Beard was a hunter with many years of experience, and his reaction was extremely quick; he rolled to the side on the spot.

The short spear grazed his shoulder, missed its mark, and plunged deep into the mud.

Almost at the same time, another person picked up a hunting fork and stabbed at Zhou Yan's waist and abdomen from the side.

Before he could draw his spear, he twisted his body violently.

The fork grazed his side, tearing his clothes but leaving only a faint red mark on his skin.

The hunter's expression changed.

Zhou Yan had already moved closer.

He grabbed the other man's wrist with his left hand, twisted it behind his back, and slammed his right fist into the other man's chest.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

The hunter's chest caved in, and he was sent flying backward, crashing into a tree trunk, blood gushing from his mouth.

Zhou Yan immediately realized that he might have used too much force in that punch, but he couldn't worry about that right now.

The bearded hunter had already rolled out of the mud and was about to draw his wooden bow.

Zhou Yan's heart tightened, and he drew a short spear from his back and threw it almost instinctively.

The spear was only intended to force him to loosen his bow; there was no intention to hit the target.

But what happened after the short spear left his hand was completely unexpected.

"puff!"

The short spear pierced through the bearded man's right shoulder, causing him to stagger backward several steps.

The wooden bow slipped from my hand and fell to the ground.

The bearded man screamed and looked at Zhou Yan with a horrified expression.

He clearly hadn't expected that this seemingly thin boy would not only possess extraordinary strength, but also be so accurate at throwing spears.

Thinking of this, he glanced at the remaining short, burly man, whose face was deathly pale. He dared not continue to fight and, enduring the pain, got up and ran towards the mountain pass.

Zhou Yan took a step to chase after him.

But the next moment, he suddenly felt something was wrong; a smell of blood mixed with a foul odor wafted over.

"Roar~"

A deep tiger roar exploded from the forest to the side.

The bearded man had only taken a few steps when he froze on the spot.

The grass and trees suddenly parted.

A striped tiger leaped out of the shadows, its massive body nearly crushing half a bush.

It pressed one paw down on the back of the big beard.

"Click."

The sound of bone cracking rang out clearly.

Before the bearded man could even scream, the tiger lowered its head and bit his neck, tearing it violently, causing blood to splatter everywhere.

Head up, lunge forward, the next instant.

"Snap!"

The short hunter's neck was also instantly bitten off.

In the span of two breaths, the two hunters were reduced to two headless corpses.

Seeing the scene before him, Zhou Yan felt a chill run down his spine, and cold sweat slowly trickled down his cheeks.

A blinding green light suddenly appeared from the top of the nearly two-zhang-long beast's head.

The Power of Two Tigers (Green)

[Target status is abnormal; redemption requires a lifespan of 150 years]

In the blink of an eye, Zhou Yan had no time to consider why the tiger in front of him was so huge, nor did he have time to think about why a single tiger could possess the "power of two tigers," and he had no time to observe the unusual wording on the panel.

Because the colorful beast had already looked over.

A bloodthirsty and terrifying sense of oppression descended upon him as if it were a tangible force.

Zhou Yan could gamble with the remaining ten years of his life.

Even if he had reached the second or even third level of cultivation, he would still be no match for this behemoth that seemed to exist only in certain picture books and novels.

But as soon as he took a step back, the killing on the other side had already ended.

The pressure suddenly intensified, as if any slight movement from him would instantly crush him like a tumbleweed.

Cold sweat soaked Zhou Yan's back. He gripped the short spear tightly, his eyes fixed on his opponent, his mind racing as he desperately tried to think of a way to escape.

But precisely at such critical moments, inappropriate words always pop into his mind.

Slide shovel!

"Damn it, the internet did so much harm in my past life!"

Zhou Yan's eye twitched.

Blood dripped from the corner of the tiger's mouth onto the ground, its eyes filled with a bloodthirsty desire.

Just as he turned to look at Zhou Yan, about to turn around...

Zhou Yan's eyes suddenly sharpened, and he threw the short spear in his hand hard. Without even looking at the result, he turned and ran.

Roar!

Almost the instant Zhou Yan turned around, a terrifying gust of wind, tinged with a foul stench and the smell of blood, swept up behind him.

In a flash, Zhou Yan instinctively lunged to the left without thinking.

"Rip!"

A sharp pain shot through his right shoulder. Even with his talent for "Copper Skin and Iron Bones," his skin, which was close to the peak of the first stage of training, was torn apart like paper by the tiger's claws.

Three bloody streaks ran from his shoulder down to his back.

Zhou Yan felt so much pain that her vision went black.

He braced himself with his hands on the ground, used the momentum to flip himself up, and scrambled forward to where the trees were denser.

The heavy thud of a foot landing behind them drew closer again.

a bit.

Another one.

It felt like a drumstick hitting my heart.

To escape the pursuit of a jungle king, especially a "Plus" version, in the mountains, Zhou Yan couldn't think of any possibility of survival.

He could only keep fleeing into the dense jungle, hoping to slow down the enemy's speed a little.

He was in a terrible state, and the wound on his back was so numb that he could no longer feel anything.

Zhou Yan clenched his teeth, his face flushed red from the intense exercise, and his heart felt like it was about to leap out of his chest.

"Bang!"

A small tree, about the size of a bowl, was snapped in two by a tiger's claws behind them.

Broken logs flew horizontally.

Zhou Yan subconsciously looked down, and wood chips flew past his cheek, leaving a stinging mark.

Before he could regain his footing, he suddenly heard the sound of something cutting through the air behind him again.

The tiger's tail swept across like a steel whip.

"Snapped!"

The tail lashed out hard across Zhou Yan's back.

He felt as if his internal organs had been displaced by the blow, and a metallic taste rushed to his throat.

Blood welled up in his mouth, but he swallowed it back down.

Can't stop!

Blood trickled from the corner of Zhou Yan's mouth. He used the momentum to roll forward seven or eight times, his shoulders and back covered in blood and flesh, but he still managed to get up.

I could feel the stench of blood approaching from behind.

"Am I going to die?"

His chest heaved violently, his heart filled with resentment. His new life had just begun to take off, was he really going to die now?

Just then, the sound of weapons clashing suddenly came from the nearby jungle.

Clang, clang!

Then a loud shout rang out!

"Chen Lie!"

someone!

A glimmer of hope suddenly appeared in Zhou Yan's eyes.

Mobilizing the last bit of vital energy in his body, he suddenly increased his speed, rushing desperately towards the direction from which the sound came.

Only one thought remained in my mind.

"I can't die, I absolutely can't die!"

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