High-level martial arts: Invincibility starts with basic archery.

Chapter 34 The Extra Person

The black-haired woman blushed and quickly lowered her head.

However, a woman dressed in purple not far from her boldly looked at Chen Fan, a faint smile playing on her lips.

"strangeness."

He looked away. He wasn't surprised that a woman was looking at him, because everyone was looking at him at that moment.

But for some reason, he had a strange feeling. He couldn't quite put his finger on what was strange, but his gaze was just different from everyone else's.

"Am I just imagining things?"

He muttered to himself.

The enthusiasm of the crowd was overwhelming for him. After telling Chen Guodong, he quickly chased after Zhang Ren in the direction he had left.

"Hey? Why did Brother Fan leave?"

Wang Ping asked in confusion.

"He's probably just shy and embarrassed," Zhao Feng said, a hint of envy in his eyes.

How wonderful it would be if I could become a hero in the village like Chen Fan.

Of course, just daydreaming isn't enough; we also need to put in the effort.

"He must have gone to find Uncle Zhang. I saw that he went in the same direction Uncle Zhang left in."

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go over there quickly."

"But..." someone looked at the prey, their face filled with reluctance.

"Hey, let's go." His companion pulled him away, muttering, "You'll get your share, and besides, it won't be that quick. We can come back later."

"Did he notice me?"

Meng Yu's heart was pounding, and the blush on her face lingered for a long time.

"No, no, that's not right."

She shook her head, as if trying to shake off these thoughts, and then her brows furrowed.

According to the dream, the hunting party should have returned in the evening with little prey, but in reality, they brought back so many dead wolves. What's going on?

If I remember correctly, this is the first time in seven or eight years that my dream has gone wrong.

But my sister said that their dreams are never wrong.

No, that's not right.

Suddenly, her eyes widened as Chen Fan's image appeared in her mind. She knew Chen Fan and knew he was Chen Guodong's son, but a month ago, in her dream, Chen Fan was not among the hunting team that went out today!

That's right! Eight people! Only eight people! Not nine!

Thinking of this, cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

So, in other words, this person is from outside the dream? They changed what was supposed to happen? How... how could this be? My sister didn't seem to mention anything about this happening.

What exactly is going on?

...

Zhang Ren limped forward, then suddenly his ears twitched, and he stopped, saying, "Why did you follow me? Aren't you used to being the center of attention?"

Chen Fan's lips twitched slightly; he realized that Uncle Zhang was a bit of a jerk.

For example, if someone knows you've arrived, wouldn't it be better to turn around and speak?

Despite his inner complaints, he still politely replied, "Yes, it's not quite the same."

"hehe."

Zhang Ren turned around, chuckled twice, and said, "What's wrong with that? Many people want this kind of treatment but don't even have the chance..."

Just then, a series of rapid footsteps sounded, and Wang Ping and the others came over. They started talking all at once, saying things like, "Brother Fan is awesome! He's amazing! Brother Fan, you're my idol!"

"Alright, alright."

Chen Fan was both amused and exasperated, and looked at Zhang Ren, saying, "Uncle Zhang is talking to me right now."

"Cough cough cough."

The group coughed a few times, then hurriedly looked up at the sky or down at their shoes, acting as if nothing had happened.

Zhang Ren was already used to this and looked at Chen Fan, saying, "As I just said, many people want this kind of treatment but don't have the opportunity, and these many people include them."

"Huh? What kind of opportunity?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Ping immediately perked up and craned his neck to ask.

Chen Fan was speechless, thinking to himself, "Do you really think this is something nice?"

Seeing this, Zhao Feng quietly tugged at Wang Ping's clothes, and the latter then pulled his outstretched neck back in.

"It's a good thing that you have this mindset."

Zhang Ren then said seriously, "The path of martial arts does not allow for pride or complacency. Otherwise, one will become lazy and stagnate in cultivation. By the time one realizes this, it is often too late."

"Uncle Zhang is right."

Chen Fan took a deep breath.

The other person's words were unpleasant to hear, but they were invaluable advice.

In fact, he did not slack off at all, but it is not wrong to correct mistakes if there are any and to strive harder if there are none.

"And then there's what happened today."

Zhang Ren looked at him and said, "You did a really good job. Even if I were here, I probably would have chosen to give up instead of taking a roundabout approach to catch the other side off guard. In this respect, you have already surpassed me by a lot."

Wang Ping and the others behind him immediately began to breathe rapidly. Did they hear that right? Uncle Zhang can actually praise people?

Chen Fan's pupils dilated involuntarily, but he knew there would definitely be a "but" following that.

"but,"

Zhang Ren said seriously, "If this happens again, I hope you won't be reckless. It's better to be safe than sorry. What if you don't shoot down enough wasteland wolves in the shortest time possible?"

"Um."

Chen Fan nodded obediently and said, "Uncle Zhang, I will be more composed next time."

"Just keep it in mind." Zhang Ren nodded. "No matter what, preserving your life is the most important thing. As for the prey, so what if it's gone? As long as you're alive, you can always make a comeback."

Chen Fan listened and sighed inwardly.

He wasn't just after prey; without killing ferocious beasts, he couldn't gain experience points. Without sufficient experience points, his skill level would increase faster than the average person, but it would still take several days or even weeks.

In the wilderness, a camp enclosed by earthen walls three or four meters high could hardly give him a sense of security.

"This kid still didn't listen to what I said."

Zhang Ren sighed inwardly. Indeed, when he was that age, he would have been even more rebellious than this kid, thinking he had some skills and looking down on everyone.

If it weren't for that, it wouldn't be...

"Alright, that's enough for now."

He himself was getting annoyed. "There's still some time before lunch. When we get to the warehouse, show me the Tai Chi moves."

"Okay, Uncle Zhang."

Chen Fan agreed, but his brows furrowed slightly.

His Tai Chi stance has already reached level 3. If he were to perform normally, it would be too astonishing. Moreover, anyone who has just entered the basics can learn Tai Chi, so there is no need to reveal his true level.

Then we can only try to control it a little.

Even so, when they arrived at the warehouse open space, Zhang Ren's face still showed an expression as if he had seen a ghost.

Even with guidance from a renowned master, it takes a month for a martial arts practitioner to master the basics, and that's considered fast. The truly exceptional ones might only need half a month. But a day? What kind of nonsense is it to master Tai Chi in just one day?

Such speed was unheard of in the martial arts world more than a decade ago! Could it be that after the mutation, not only did people's upper limits increase, but their comprehension also improved?

But that doesn't make sense.

He glanced at Wang Ping and the others not far away. These guys are still just as stupid.

"Uncle Zhang," Chen Fan said nervously, "was there something I didn't do well enough?"

(End of this chapter)