Tsk swish——

An afterimage of an arrow shot through the air, with a sharp whistling sound, and rushed towards the "Iron Pecking Eagle" soaring in the void like lightning.

This arrow carries the super visual locking and trajectory calculation of Zhao Feng's powerful left eye, and also contains the understanding of the intermediate peak secret book "Meteor Arrow".

"Chirp-"

A sharp and angry eagle call came from the sky.

I saw a poisonous arrow stuck in the belly of the iron-pecking eagle, and its feathers were stained with blood, and then it attacked Zhao Feng fiercely.

"not good!"

Zhao Feng's expression changed, and he immediately used the "Piao Ling Ferry" light-body technique and jumped down into the dense trees below.

Although Zhao Feng's arrow hit the target, it did not penetrate the vital part.

The iron-pecking eagle's reaction speed, flight speed, defense power, etc. are far beyond those of ordinary wild beast prey, and can almost be classified as a ferocious beast.

Zhao Feng's arrow did not cause fatal damage to it.

steaming!

Zhao Feng is as tall as a swallow and as agile as a monkey. He leaps through the dense forest, but his left eye never forgets to lock on the iron pecking eagle.

Boom whoosh——

A moment later, another arrow shot through the air.

This time, the arrow hit the Iron Pecking Eagle's throat, but did not penetrate its throat.

"The throat is usually the vital part of a beast, and the defensive power of this iron-pecking eagle is truly terrifying."

Zhao Feng delayed for a moment longer and watched the iron pecking eagle fall to the ground screaming in its cry.

It turned out that the two arrows shot by Zhao Feng were coated with venom, and the second arrow hit the vital point again.

By this time, the iron-pecker eagle had died from the poison.

Zhao Feng breathed a sigh of relief and his eyes showed a hint of joy. Killing the Iron Pecker Eagle would bring him seven to eight hundred taels of silver.

Including the golden-spotted snake he hunted earlier, Zhao Feng's current "worth" is over a thousand taels of silver.

This is wealth that he has never had in his life.

"This little money may not be enough for me to buy precious medicinal materials in the short term and break through to the third level of martial arts.

Zhao Feng suppressed his excitement and quickly regained his composure.

In the next three days, Zhao Feng's figure shuttled over the wild forest on the edge of Hengyuntian Forest.

Every time Zhao Feng pulls the bow string, it will be accompanied by the screams of beasts and birds.

"The five-poison centipede is highly poisonous and can be brewed into medicinal wine to weaken the body. It is worth two hundred taels of silver..."

"The Qingfeng Diao, whose strength is comparable to the third level of martial arts, is worth nine hundred taels of silver..."

"The black-spotted wild boar is close to the third level of martial arts and is worth four hundred taels of silver..."

…

In order to hunt more beasts and obtain silver coins, Zhao Feng gave full play to "Piao Ling Du" and "Meteor Arrow".

After these few days of hard work, the first part of the "Piao Ling Du" light body technique was finally practiced by Zhao Feng to a small level.

His current speed may far exceed that of the third level martial arts disciples in his clan, and even approach the fourth level martial arts warriors.

"Meteor Arrow" can be practiced effortlessly to a great level, even close to the peak.

Zhao Feng couldn't help but sigh that he was a born archer.

Now, if he were to deal with the "Iron Pecking Eagle", he would be able to hit its vital point with just one arrow, and its lethality would be greatly increased, making it a one-hit kill.

In the past three days, he had gained a lot, and he had killed two more iron eagles, as well as seven or eight other wild beasts.

"Now the materials I get from hunting are worth about three to four thousand taels of silver."

Zhao Feng packed two big bags with a sense of accomplishment on his face.

The targets he hunts have one characteristic: they are not too big, but they are extremely dangerous and difficult to hunt, so the value obtained is also high.

Zhao Feng is basically satisfied with the current harvest and is ready to return.

On the way back, he still moved his left eye to search for prey.

After all, in the deep forest, the field of vision is limited, and he cannot guarantee that there will be missed targets.

No roar——

At this moment, a thunderous roar came from the north of Hengyuntian Forest.

The roar of the tiger caused Zhao Feng's energy and blood to tremble, his eardrums to ache, the sound of wind and flying sand all around him.

"What kind of beast is this? It's so powerful."

Zhao Feng was shocked.

He quickly moved his left eye, and his field of vision traveled four to five miles in an instant, and he saw a green-headed tiger that was four to five meters long.

The green-headed evil tiger was almost half the size of an ordinary tiger. It exuded a terrifying evil aura, and its roar shocked the wild forest within a ten-mile radius, making countless creatures crawl and tremble.

"Run quickly! This 'Green-headed Tiger King' has been promoted to the level of a ferocious beast, and its strength is comparable to the fourth level of martial arts."

Five or six young men between the second and third levels of martial arts fled in panic.

"Everyone disperse and run!"

The leader was a young man with scars, who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old. His cultivation had reached the third level of martial arts. He held a long knife in his hand and cut a big tree that two people were hugging into two pieces with a single slash.

Slightly block the incoming attack of the Green Headed Tiger King.

Boom!

The green-headed tiger king swung his claws and smashed the big tree into pieces.

"The strength of the ferocious beast is truly terrifying."

Zhao Feng was secretly shocked.

Once a beast is promoted to the category of ferocious beast, it requires at least a true martial artist of level 4 or above to compete with it.

The power of the green-headed tiger king's sharp claws can kill even two or three Zhao Feng in one blow.

"Xin Fei! Be careful——"

Several of the teenagers exclaimed in surprise.

They saw the green-headed tiger king chasing after the most powerful scarred boy, who they called Xin Fei.

"The surname is Xin? Could it be that they are descendants of the 'Xin family', one of the three major families in Yuyang City."

Zhao Feng was surprised when he saw the logos on the clothes of several teenagers and immediately got a positive answer.

Rumble——

Wherever the Green-headed Tiger King passed, trees collapsed, and everything in front of him fell apart in an instant.

If it were an ordinary warrior, he would have been so angry on the spot.

And Zhao Feng discovered that the strength of "Xin Fei" was terrifyingly powerful. He practiced advanced sword skills, and he also had advanced self-lighting martial arts.

"This Xin Fei's sword cut through the big tree that the two of them were hugging. His strength is twice as strong as the ordinary third-level martial arts. I'm afraid he will not lose to the Zhao clan's 'Zhao Yijian'."

Zhao Feng was secretly speechless.

"Save Xin Fei quickly!"

Two of the other children of the Xin family took out their long bows and attacked the green-headed evil tiger from a distance.

However, their attacks could only contain and distract the green-headed evil tiger.

The green-headed evil tiger's defensive power is two or three times stronger than that of an iron-pecking eagle. Attacks below the fourth level of martial arts are like scratching an itch.

"If I can successfully hunt the 'Green Headed Tiger King', it will be worth two to thirty thousand taels of silver, which is equivalent to me killing dozens of wild beasts."

Zhao Feng's eyes flashed and he made a bold decision.

steaming!……

He immediately used "Piao Ling Du", leaping and bouncing on the top of the tree, approaching the scene of the incident.

When Zhao Feng arrived, five or six children of the Xin family were in danger under the attack of the Green-headed Tiger King.

"Splitting Wind Knife!"

A sharp light flashed in Xin Fei's eyes, and the long knife struck out like thunder. The wind howled sharply and struck the "green-headed evil tiger" hard on the forehead.

What a terrible knife!

Zhao Feng was a few hundred meters away, locking the sword with his left eye. Its power could instantly kill two ordinary third-level martial artists. Even if it were him, he would not be able to block it head-on.

He also sensed a wisp of light blue aura surging within Xin Fei's body, which seemed to be a sign that the inner strength of martial arts was about to be achieved.

Tsk bang——
To be continued...