After joining the Qing Yi Clan's warriors, the troop moved much faster than before.
Qing Yi Clan's warriors were all talented, they were like fish in water in the jungle. Even the most primitive jungle was like a broad road to them. Qing Yi Clan's Maguspriests were good at communicating with the most common creatures in the jungle, and were also good at dispelling all kinds of poisons and miasmas, which made them even more useful in the jungle.
The two hundred warriors brought by Qing Ying were all elite warriors of the Qing Yi Clan. With them leading the way, the troop didn't run into any trouble again.
Qing Ying let out a long and resonant roar, then hung himself on a long vine and quickly flew across the troop. After a few leaps, he landed on a big tree miles away from the troop. He nimbly grabbed a few eggs from a nest, broke them, poured the egg liquid into his mouth and swallowed it.
Qing Ying satisfyingly wiped his mouth, then dashed back like a monkey, rolled a few times in the air and silently landed beside Ji Hao. Qing Ying threw the two eggs into Ji Hao's arms, then patted Ji Hao's shoulder.
"Oi, Hao, don't be so gloomy. What are you doing sitting here all day? You don't look like a young man at all. Why are you acting like those elders in the clan? Do you want to hang around with your uncle? Hey, look at that nest of iron-billed parrots! "
Qing Ying suddenly shouted out excitedly, then pointed his finger at an ancient tree a few miles away.
Ji Hao turned his head and saw Qing Ying had already pulled his longbow open and shot an arrow. Along with a sharp swishing sound, a faint cyan gust of wind flashed across behind Qing Ying's body, and a pair of cyan wings flapped rapidly in the wind. The arrow was wrapped up by a wisp of cyan wind and flew a few miles away in the blink of an eye.
On top of that ancient tree, which was miles tall, was a huge nest. Around ten beautiful iron-billed parrots were hovering around the nest, constantly letting out silvery and melodious chirps. The long arrow darted over, and drew a perfect arc around the bird's nest. More than ten iron-beaked parrots screeched at the same time, and were shot down by the arrow at the same time.
"Good arrow!" Ji Hao was dumbfounded. His eyesight wasn't bad, he clearly saw that all the iron-beak parrots had been pierced through the eyes by the arrows, but their feathers weren't damaged at all, and they all fell down from the sky.
"Of course they are good arrows!" Qing Ying proudly leapt into the air, rolled a few times and landed on a big tree hundreds of feet away, then darted towards where the iron-beak parrot had fallen, leaving shreds of afterimages behind. "Hao, I, your uncle, am the most handsome man in the Qing Yi Clan, the best archer, and the youngest Senior Magus in the history of the Qing Yi Clan!"
While blowing his own trumpet, Qing Ying quickly rushed to the old tree and picked up the iron-beaked parrot that he had shot down. But very quickly, Qing Ying ran back while wailing. Behind him was a dense mass of Demon-Faced Wasps that were chasing after him in a frenzy.
"Help! Xia, Big Brother, Brother-in-law, save me! Damn those Ghost-faced Poisonous Wasps, I hate these unruly wasps that build their nests in the bushes! "
Qing Ying held his head in his hands and ran away while crying. Ghost-faced Poisonous Wasps weren't very poisonous, but once you were stung by them, your wounds would become extremely itchy, which would force you to keep scratching your wounds. Sometimes, you would even scratch your own flesh off piece by piece.
Ji Xia didn't know whether he should laugh or cry. He walked up, grabbed Qing Ying and threw him into the crowd, then opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of flame. Tens of thousands of Poisonous Wasps were set ablaze and burned into ashes within the blink of an eye.
Qing Ying sat down beside Ji Hao and complained, "So unlucky! Why did I bump into those damned things?"
Ji Hao looked at Qing Ying and laughed, "Uncle, you're the youngest Senior Magus in the history of the Qing Yi Clan, how could you be so scared by a swarm of wasps?"
Qing Ying calmly raised his head, looked at the red sun in the sky and said, "Of course I'm the youngest Senior Magus in the history of the Qing Yi Clan... It's just that I haven't awakened my Magus Acupoints yet. But I'm only one step away, I'm already at the peak of the Junior Magus level, okay? "
Qing Ying's shamelessness brought a touch of brilliance to the serious atmosphere of the team. He had been running around like a monkey all day long, causing all kinds of small troubles, which made people not know whether to laugh or cry.
Day after day, the team moved through the jungle. With Qing Ying's amazing archery skills, Ji Hao had a lot of fresh prey every day. Sometimes, Qing Ying's hands were itching, and he would shoot any prey he saw. Ji Hao had been practicing the [Bu Tian Bu Lou Magic Spell], therefore, no matter how many prey came to him, he could easily swallow them all.
The perfect cooperation between Qing Ying and Qing Ying had made Ji Hao's body grow stronger and stronger under the nourishment of the [Bu Tian Bu Lou Magic Spell].
Ji Hao's body had been transformed by the dragon's blood, and the potential of his body was almost as good as that of a pure-blood dragon. Ji Hao's physical strength had long surpassed the limit of a Novice Magus, however, under Ji Hao's intentional control, he had been suppressing his power to the eleventh level of the Novice Magus level.
It had been fifty days since Ji Hao had left the Gold Black Mountain. Suddenly, a few Qing Yi Clan warriors trod on the treetops and came back.
"Brother Ji Xia, Brother Ying, the Cold Stream Valley is fifty miles away!"
Qing Ying, who was sitting impatiently on the elephant's tusk and fiddling with his bowstring, suddenly let out a shout of joy and jumped up to the treetop, leaving a series of cyan afterimages in the air, and disappeared after a few leaps.
Ji Xia and Qing Fu also stood up from the elephant's back, and looked towards the jungle ahead.
With the speed of the four-tusked mammoth, it would take them at most two hours to arrive at the Cold Stream Valley.
Ji Hao also stood up and looked towards the jungle ahead. The Cold Stream Valley was the place that Ji Shu had sent his whole family to. No matter how many difficulties were waiting for them in the Cold Stream Valley, Ji Hao was going to make Ji Shu and his family regret their decision.
Taking a deep breath, Ji Hao turned around and smiled at Qing Fu. He was going to say something, but suddenly, a sphere of red light spurted out from between his chest and abdomen. Large amounts of hot air surged out from Ji Hao's internal organs, surging through his meridians, muscles and bones like an erupting volcano. Ji Hao opened his mouth and let out a stream of burning hot blood. He reached his hand towards Qing Fu in confusion, then lost his eyesight and fell to the ground.
Ji Hao's leather armour had been burned off by the high temperature, exposing his slim and tall body. On his smooth and smooth skin, dozens of twisted blood-red spell symbols could be vaguely seen pulsating at a high speed. Then, one after another, these spell symbols started disintegrating and dissipating.
Qing Fu and Ji Xia both exclaimed, "Did Ji Kui's seal break?! Didn't Ji Kui say that Ji Hao's body would need to be at least as strong as a peak-level Junior Magus before these spell symbols would break?! "
Countless illusions flashed in front of Ji Hao's eyes, and his ears were buzzing. He couldn't hear anything from the outside world anymore.
In Ji Hao's spiritual space, the mysterious man's voice rumbled, "Eh? Senior Magus' blood? Hm, little guy, this couple that you call 'Abba' and 'Amma' are so nice to you... I'm so jealous of them! "
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