Outside the Cold Stream Valley, people of the Blood Fang showed up again.
Not only Ji Xia, even Ji Zhuo was enraged. He took his contracted Fire Crows to search the nearby woods, but failed to find any trace of the Blood Fang. After a few days of searching, Ji Zhuo could only proudly boast to Ji Hao that the Blood Fang's people had fled far away because they were afraid of the Blood Fang.
Ji Hao didn't think that it was that simple, but he couldn't find any evidence to expose the Blood Fang's conspiracy, so he could only bury all his doubts deep in his heart.
In the following half a month, the Cold Stream Valley was especially quiet, and nothing else happened.
Ji Hao felt like he had returned to the Gold Black Mountain, and had been practicing his cultivation every day according to a fixed schedule.
Early in the morning, before the sun rose, Ji Hao would meditate on the mountaintop, purify his Yuan Dan, and wait for the stream of pure Yang purple mist that would appear when the sun rose.
After finishing his morning cultivation, Ji Hao and Qing Ying would go hunting in the woods with hundreds of clansmen, to provide the Cold Stream Valley with the necessary meat.
At noon, Ji Hao would eat a large amount of beast meat, and in the afternoon, he would stay in the Cold Stream Valley to strengthen his physical strength. Within only half a month, Ji Hao's unstable Qi and blood, which he had just broken into the Junior Magus level, had been completely stabilized. Every day, a large amount of refined spirit blood would merge with the Fire Crow bloodline. The power of the Gold Crow was growing every day, and the power of his three special abilities had also been steadily improving.
At night, Ji Hao would either learn how to purify magic medicines from Qing Fu, or practice with them under the guidance of Ji Zhuo and Ji Xia.
Ji Zhuo and Ji Xia were the representative warriors of the Southern Wasteland clan. They didn't have a fixed fighting style, every single attack they made was based on their physical instincts, imitating the fierce beasts living in the woods. What they wanted to do was to kill their enemies with the fastest speed, the shortest route of attack, and the most efficient way.
Under Ji Zhuo and Ji Xia's strict training, Ji Hao's exquisite and complicated fighting skills, which were like works of art in his previous life, had gradually become smooth, fierce, decisive and determined.
The fighting skills of his previous life and the killing instinct of his current life were gradually combined by Ji Hao's strong soul power, and gradually transformed into a unique, terrifying 'fighting skill' that only belonged to Ji Hao. Within half a month, Ji Hao had been practicing his fighting skills with all his concentration. Although he hadn't made much progress in his cultivation, his fighting ability and destructive power had been improved by more than ten times.
This day, dusk.
Ji Hao was standing on the fence wall of the Cold Stream Valley, teasing a silver-white, double-headed snake with black ring-shaped stripes with a thin branch.
The venomous snake, which was about three meters long, was agile and moved like the wind. Its body twisted and turned in a strange manner, making it hard to defend against. However, Ji Hao stared at the serpent with a pair of hollow eyes, while lightly tapping the serpent's body with the eight-foot long, thumb-thick branch held in his hand. No matter how hard this serpent tried, it couldn't approach Ji Hao, and could only struggle back and forth three meters away from Ji Hao.
A large group of warriors from the Fire Crow Clan and the Qing Yi Clan surrounded Ji Hao, praising him.
"He is indeed the son of brother Ji Xia and sister Qing Fu, such a young Junior Magus. Even the Bi Fang Clan doesn't have such a powerful kid, does they?"
"Aiya, compared to this kid Hao, I don't even have the face to see others. I'm ten years older than Hao, but I'm still a twelfth level Novice Magus! "
"That's right! I can chop this double-headed black-ring viper to death with a single swing of my axe, but I don't dare to, and I can't play with this kind of venomous creature like this!"
While they were praising Ji Hao, a Qing Yi Clan warrior, who was standing on a hundreds of feet tall watchtower, suddenly let out a high-pitched shout, reached half of his body out of the watchtower, and pointed towards the dense jungle in front of them.
"Oi! Something's moving over there! I saw the reflection of the sunlight on human blood! It's fresh human blood! Someone is injured over there! "
A series of rustling noises came from the jungle miles away, and a nest of tree sparrows flew into the sky in panic. The warriors on the fence wall all shouted out. The tree sparrows were startled for no reason, and there must be people running and fighting in the jungle.
Ji Hao took a deep breath, and thrust the branch forward. Two heads of the double-headed snake were smashed into pieces along with two popping sounds. Ji Hao kicked the snake's wriggling body down from the fence wall, then leapt tens of feet high into the air, grabbed a fence post of the watchtower, turned around, and darted into the watchtower.
"Yo ~ Yo ~" The Fire Crow Clan warrior on the fence wall let out a long and resonant shout.
In the Southern Wasteland jungle, this kind of long and monotonous shout meant that this was a place with an owner, and that if it was an enemy, they shouldn't trespass into this place. At the same time, the special rhythm of the shout also served as a guide; if it was one's own clansmen or friends, they would be able to follow the direction of the shout.
This man had just rushed over a hundred feet away from the Cold Stream Valley, and was still over two miles away from the valley. Ji Hao activated his [Gold Crow Pupils] and saw the man's face clearly. This man's chest was bared, and on his hairy chest, there was a blazing leopard totem tattooed with a blood-red dye.
The Fire Leopard Clan was a medium-sized clan under the protection of the Fire Crow Clan. Their territory was located in the northernmost part of the Fire Crow Clan's territory. The Fire Leopard Clan's clansmen were brave and good at fighting, and had a close relationship with the Fire Crow Clan. For many years, in the conflicts between the Fire Crow Clan and the Black Water Serpent Clan, the Fire Leopard Clan's warriors had always been the vanguard.
"It's a Fire Leopard Clan's brother!" Ji Hao stretched half of his body out from the watchtower, and yelled to his clansmen on the fence wall: "You guys, go save him!"
Tens of Fire Crow Clan's warriors mounted on their beasts, jumped down from the fence wall, and rushed towards the Fire Leopard Clan's warrior, whose body was covered in blood, at their highest speed.
"Hehe!"
A creepy laughter came from the jungle behind the Fire Leopard Clan's warrior. Two arrows darted out from the jungle, and reached the Fire Leopard Clan's warrior within the blink of an eye.
"Do you think you're qualified to use arrows in front of me, Qing Ying? I, Qing Ying, am the most handsome archer of the Qing Yi Clan, and the youngest Senior Magus in the history of the Qing Yi Clan! " Qing Ying's arrogant voice came from afar, followed by a sharp swishing sound. A cyan-colored arrow darted out, and reached the Fire Leopard Clan's warrior's back within a moment.
The cyan-colored arrow made an arc in the air, and easily knocked the two arrows onto the ground.
The Fire Leopard Clan's warrior staggered and fell on the ground. His head bumped into the ground and created a huge pit, raising a large amount of dust.
Raising his head in embarrassment, this bearded warrior screamed at the top of his lungs, "Save my tribe! Bastards from the Blood Crocodile Clan and the Ghost Frog Clan, they're attacking my clan together! My God! A few days ago, all of our young warriors were taken away by the Gold Black Mountain! "
Hearing the man's cry, the Fire Crow Clan's warriors roared out in anger.
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