"Who is that person? Looking at the logo on his clothes, he should be a member of the Zhao family."
The Xin family members had escaped death, but their hearts were still beating fast.
Xin Fei watched Zhao Feng leave and said in a low voice, "What a powerful movement technique! He's even faster than me at my peak, and his archery skills never miss … "
"Hmph! He's just taking advantage of us and shooting arrows. Don't let us catch him, or else we'll teach him a lesson. "
A youth of the third rank of the Martial Path said coldly.
The youth's strength was second only to Xin Fei among the five.
His words were immediately echoed by the others, who said hatefully, "That's right! That kid used us as bait and shot arrows from the dark. How shameless! "
"Xin Gang, that person saved our lives."
Xin Fei shook his head.
Just at this moment, a few miles away, the Green Headed Tiger King let out a mournful cry before it suddenly stopped …
The expressions of the Xin Family disciples changed at the same time.
Without a doubt, the Tiger King was dead.
"Go!"
The young man in light armor named Xin Gang let out a stern shout and led several Xin family members in that direction.
At the same time.
About three to four miles to the east.
Whoosh whoosh!
Zhao Feng stood on top of a tree, holding his heavy iron bow. He was panting and sweating profusely.
Below him, the four to five meter long Tiger King had several arrows stuck in its forehead. The original wound had expanded to the size of a basin.
The mighty Tiger King was now staring with widened eyes and a dark purple color on its forehead. There was no sign of life …
Zhao Feng subconsciously touched his quiver and found that it was empty. He let out a sigh of relief. "That was close!"
Fortunately, he practiced 《Lightly Floating Ferry》, which allowed him to catch up to the Green Headed Tiger King in terms of speed.
Furthermore, his archery skills never missed. Every arrow hit the tiger's vitals and was laced with poison.
Teng!
Zhao Feng leaped down and stared at the huge corpse of the Tiger King. After a brief moment of excitement, he fell into deep thought.
Whoosh!
His left eye locked onto the few Xin family members who were rushing over two miles away.
Zhao Feng stood where he was, calm and composed. He did not move to harvest this huge corpse.
It wasn't that he didn't want to, but it was a little tricky.
The Tiger King's corpse weighed two to three thousand kilograms. Ordinary Martial Disciples would find it difficult to move it. Moreover, the Tiger King's skin was coarse and thick. Ordinary knives and swords would not be able to cut it easily.
After a while, the five members of the Xin family finally arrived at the scene of the incident.
"Kid! Get out of the way! The corpse of the Tiger King belongs to the Xin family! "
The youth in light armor, Xin Gang, who was running at the very front, said in an overbearing and arrogant manner.
Originally, he was a little worried about Zhao Feng's strength. However, when he saw that Zhao Feng was only a Martial Disciple of the second rank of the Martial Path, he felt disdain.
Although one of them had died and the strongest, Xin Fei, was exhausted, there were still four Martial Disciples. Two of them were at the second rank of the Martial Path, and the other two were at the third rank of the Martial Path.
Among them, Xin Gang's strength was the strongest. He had reached the peak of the third rank of the Martial Path.
Zhao Feng stood where he was, his face full of mockery. He did not pay attention to Xin Gang.
Among them, the only one he was worried about was Xin Fei.
"Xin Gang! After all, he saved our lives. Let us discuss how to deal with the Tiger King's corpse. "
Xin Fei rushed over from behind and spoke slowly.
Zhao Feng looked at him with slight admiration and smiled indifferently: "That's exactly what I wanted. Such a big Tiger King's corpse, I don't have the tools to cut it, and I can't move it."
To be able to kill the Tiger King, Xin Fei's contribution could not go unnoticed. The Xin family had restrained the Tiger King, and one of their disciples had died.
Therefore, even if he gave up half of the profits, Zhao Feng did not mind.
"Alright, Brother Fei."
Xin Gang was a little unwilling, but because of Xin Fei's prestige, he could only agree.
Next, Zhao Feng and the Xin family discussed the distribution of the Tiger King's corpse.
"Two-eighty, our Xin family will take eighty percent."
Xin Gang said resolutely.
"Hmph! Twenty percent is already too easy for that kid! "
The disciple of the Xin family who was holding a longbow said with disdain.
"Two-eighty? Hahaha … "
Zhao Feng suddenly laughed.
"Kid, what are you laughing at? I want to know, how much do you want?"
Xin Gang said with a face full of disdain.
They had the advantage in numbers, and they did not put Zhao Feng in their eyes at all.
"Two-eighty, I will take eighty percent … You guys take twenty!"
Zhao Feng said in an even more domineering manner.
Originally, he wanted to split the profits with the Xin family fifty-fifty, but he did not expect them to be so shameless and ungrateful.
"Kid, you are too arrogant! I'd like to see just how strong you are to be so ungrateful! "
Xin Gang did not get angry, instead, he laughed. With a "clang", a silver sword was unsheathed, and a cold light flashed as it moved towards Zhao Feng.
"Stop!"
Xin Fei shouted, but it was too late.
"Phantom Wind Shadow!"
Xin Gang moved like the wind, and the silver sword in his hand drew a series of sword shadows in the air, sweeping towards Zhao Feng's lower body.
Looking at his posture, it seemed that he wanted to cut off both of Zhao Feng's legs.
"It's a high rank martial art, Broken Wind Sword!"
"That kid is dead for sure, Xin Gang has already trained the first six moves of Broken Wind Sword to the initial stage."
The Xin family disciples behind him showed pity on their faces.
"Insignificant skill!"
Zhao Feng did not retreat, but advanced, and his body was like a dragonfly skimming the water. With a "swoosh", he moved in front of Xin Gang.
So fast!
The Xin family disciples, including Xin Fei, felt their vision blur.
Not good!
Xin Gang's "Phantom Wind Shadow" missed, and saw Zhao Feng approaching him with an extraordinary speed.
"Raging Wind Shadow!"
Xin Gang shouted loudly, and the silver sword in his hand appeared in front of him like a raging wave of silver sword shadow.
"Raging Dragon Breaks the Sky!"
The blood in Zhao Feng's body instantly condensed once, and once again exploded on his fist.
In that instant, he merged the Angry Dragon Fist and the Air Pushing Art together. The strength of his Qi and blood increased by more than twofold.
"So strong blood!"
Xin Fei, who was behind him, raised his eyebrows.
Xin Gang also felt a violent aura like a mountain torrent. His heart felt heavy, and it was extremely oppressive.
Because he had trained Air Pushing Breathing Formula to the third stage, Zhao Feng's blood was stronger than most people in the third stage of the martial path.
At this time, he merged Angry Dragon Fists, and his blood instantly exploded, almost exceeding the limits of the third stage of the martial path.
Peng peng peng — —
A shocking collision exploded between Xin Gang and Zhao Feng.
Wah!
Xin Gang took the first punch and spat out a mouthful of blood.
The second punch.
Dang lang!
The silver sword in his hand flew out.
The third punch.
Peng — —
His entire body flew out, and fiercely crashed into a large tree.
What terrifying strength!
What explosive power!
The disciples of the Xin family were all stunned.
They had never thought that Xin Gang, who was at the peak of the third stage of the martial path, would lose to a disciple of the second stage of the martial path of the Zhao Clan in three moves.
"Amazing."
Xin Fei, who was not far away, had a flash of surprise in his eyes, and he asked, "May I know your name?"
"Zhao Feng."
The youth in front of him let out a breath, and calmly withdrew his fist.
"Kid! Count yourself lucky this time! "
Xin Gang barely got up from the ground, and he said with hatred and unwillingness, "I fought with the Tiger King, and I'm exhausted. I'm injured, and I can only use seventy percent of my strength. You won't be so lucky next time. "
"Luck?"
Zhao Feng smiled noncommittally.
Indeed, Xin Gang had been through a tough battle, and he couldn't use his true strength. But Zhao Feng was confident that even if his opponent was at his peak, he would still be able to win.
The only one he was afraid of was Xin Fei.
Xin Fei's strength had reached the level of a quasi martial artist. His full strength "Wind Splitting Slash" could cut down a tree that required two people to wrap their arms around it. It could even injure the Green Headed Tiger King. Normal martial artists of the third rank of the Martial Path couldn't even take one of his slashes.
"Xin Gang! You're not his opponent, and you think you've embarrassed yourself enough? "
Xin Fei slowly stood up from the ground and shouted angrily.
Then, a faint battle intent rose from his body, and he stared at Zhao Feng.
Zhao Feng's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that Xin Fei had recovered some of his strength?
Of course, as long as Xin Fei hadn't recovered more than sixty percent of his strength, Zhao Feng didn't have to worry.
After a tough battle, Xin Fei was heavily injured, and it was obvious that he couldn't recover.
"Your fist technique is almost at its peak, and your movement technique is amazing. I'm impressed, and I hope to learn a thing or two from you in the future."
Xin Fei looked straight at Zhao Feng, praising him and expressing his battle intent.
"Alright, we'll spar again when we have time."
Zhao Feng wasn't afraid.
Xin Fei's strength might be on par with the third outer disciple, Zhao Yijian.
If Zhao Feng wanted to defeat Zhao Yijian in the future, he had to at least be on par with Xin Fei.
After a round of sparring, the two sides started to discuss the distribution of the Tiger King's loot.
"Sixty-four, I'll take six, and you guys take four. This is the final condition."
Zhao Feng said without hesitation.
"Alright."
Xin Fei nodded in agreement, and the others didn't dare to object. Even Xin Gang didn't make a sound.
At this moment, Zhao Feng's strength had awed them, and Xin Fei even treated him as an opponent.
Next, the Xin family disciples took out their tools and started to cut the parts of the Tiger King's body.
Zhao Feng nodded in his heart.
He was killing two birds with one stone by giving up 40% of the loot.
First, he didn't have the tools to cut and move the Tiger King's body, so he left the trouble to the Xin family disciples.
Second, before he had enough strength, Zhao Feng didn't want to attract too much attention and make enemies.
Imagine, if he killed the beast alone and took all the loot, wouldn't people be jealous?
Now, he and the Xin family disciples would work together to kill the Tiger King, and then divide the loot.
Two hours later, the Tiger King's body was cut up.
Zhao Feng took the most valuable parts that didn't take up too much space, such as tiger teeth, tiger claws, tiger skin, tiger bones, etc.
Zhao Feng generously gave the least valuable parts to the Xin family disciples.
After calculating, Zhao Feng confirmed that he had taken around 60% of the loot, and then left.
"The Zhao family has such a person. Even the 'Zhao Linlong' from back then was only so-so."
Xin Fei looked at Zhao Feng's back and said emotionally.
"Zhao Linlong!"
Xin Gang's heart skipped a beat, and his face was full of respect: "He is one of the 'Four Geniuses' of Sun Feather City. Two years ago, he reached the fourth rank of the Martial Path and became a true Martial Artist. How could this kid compare to him? "
The four geniuses were the rising stars of Sun Feather City, and they looked down on thousands of young people.
Any one of them was a true Martial Artist, and they were even stronger than normal Martial Artists.
"Not to mention Zhao Linlong, even Brother Fei, who has the strength of a Quasi Martial Artist, would only need one strike to defeat that kid."
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