Asia, Eurasia, the European Union, the Americas, the strongest teams from four continents gather in this small valley.

Under mutual suppression, although there are eye-catching crystal fruits in the valley, no one dares to move. The mutant beasts that were tempted to come continued to impact the valley, tearing through the blockade of the iron vines. It's just that the strength of the mutant beast is completely barbaric, and if it can't advance many meters, it will be strangled.

Hundreds of mutant beasts were strangled in the valley, making the air smell of blood thick.

This situation is very tragic, but it is something that all parties are happy to see.

As long as the valley is opened, it will be convenient for the warriors to do it next.

……

Night falls.

In the Naban Grove Sea, the moonlight spilled down, bringing a glimmer of light.

In this dark night, like a jungle leopard in this forest, several figures kept running, bypassing the giant trees, and stepping on the ground in the jungle. They were very secretive, their black skin was almost integrated with the night, and there was not a single sound coming out of the action.

Whenever they made a short progress, several people would stop, make sure there was no problem, and move forward again.

In the hands of these men, the weapons used were almost identical, all of them were a spear.

"This is it."

Soon, several people stopped, one of them speaking in a faint, barely audible voice, gesturing to a large tree not far away.

"Tabara, kill this man."

The leader gave the command, and one of the several people stepped out, and he took a blow arrow from his waist. Deftly walked under the trees, quickly approaching the target. And on a fork above this huge tree, there is a very well hidden figure, and I don't know it.

Tabara approached the tree, pausing for a moment, then putting on a pair of gloves that were also pitch black.

"Whew!"

Tabara's hand rests on the trunk of the tree, and the glove seems to have a strong bond that allows Tabara to climb silently like a gecko.

The hundred-meter-tall giant tree approached silently in a few breaths of Tabara.

Wait until you get close to the target twenty meters. Tabara was leaning on the trunk of the tree. In his mouth, he was biting a blow arrow, and his eyes showed a cruel cold light, and after aiming at the target, he blew violently. Blow the arrow on. Just a flicker. Faint and short-lived. But a tiny arrow flew out like lightning.

"Poof!"

The white warrior on the fork of the tree didn't even react. was hit by this blowing arrow, and he didn't scream, but he just rushed down.

Below.

A black warrior who had been prepared for a long time deftly caught the other party when the white warrior fell.

Through the moonlight, you can reach the nostril of this white warrior, there is a small arrow in it, and the whole face becomes black. The terrifying poison, even a martial artist of this level, was killed instantly, and even a scream could not be released.

"It's really cheap for you, this is the poison of the sea dragon."

The arrow was pulled out, the corpse was thrown casually, and several people quickly touched it towards the place where the paladin troop was.

Sea Dragon, at least the strongest snake mutant found in Africa, possesses a poison that can be instantly deadly, and no warrior has yet confirmed its level.

……

The scene is playing out at the same time as the snow bear is stationed.

Several hunters and warriors who were born in the jungle are active in the jungle under the dark night. Their skin is the best hidden cloak, coupled with their familiarity with the jungle, they are more like jungle jīng spirits in the dark night, acting with an unimaginable agility.

The warriors in charge of the sentry, they thought they were well hidden, but they didn't know that they didn't have a trace of secrets in front of these natural jungle warriors.

For Africa's jungle warriors, this is their own territory.

The Paladins, Snow Bears, Jaguars, and the Asiatic Warbands dared to break in and ignore their existence, which was simply a challenge to their authority and treated them as if they were nothing. If they are really allowed to take this crystal fruit away, what face will they have in front of the public in the future?

Endure until the night before starting, but only to play to their advantages more.

In order to severely damage the warriors of the four continents, it was definitely a bloody investment, and the material used for the arrow of the blow arrow was a composite metal made of the thirture king-level sea dragon material. And on the arrow, there is the poison of the sea dragon, which only needs to be touched, and no matter how strong a person is, there is only one way to die.

The sea dragon, the top of this mutant beast, is naturally not something they can kill.

What the African region has obtained is the corpse of a slain sea dragon.

In the world of mutant beasts, there is also tearing and killing.

Being able to use the poison of the sea dragon shows how determined the African jungle warriors are.

More than 100 people, incarnated as jungle jīng spirits in the dark night, appeared here, and used their cruel methods to harvest the lives of the warriors.

……

Beneath the jungle where the Asian team is stationed.

Most of the warriors were cultivating, and they also sent more than a dozen secret sentinels to be distributed around the jungle to prevent possible sneak attacks.

Zhou Zheng was not like them, and cultivation was not very realistic for Zhou Zheng.

It seems that Zhou Zheng is the most talented, but who can know that his talent in cultivation is probably the same as the most ordinary martial artist, ordinary and ordinary. To be able to have the current level is all improved by relying on the most extreme cultivation methods.

If you think of this kind of cultivation bit by bit, if you think of this level, I'm afraid you don't have to think about it for ten or twenty years.

What made Zhou Zheng unforgettable was the mutant beast he saw during the day.

"Nǎinǎi's, it's a shame to waste."

Thinking of so many mutant beasts, their remains, and the star crystals scattered on the ground, undoubtedly made this valley a treasure. Not to mention the crystal fruit, the number of mutant beasts that died today alone has reached more than 100.

These mutant beasts, if they are low-level, forget it, but the lowest one here is also a twenty-second-order mutant beast, and the highest one is even a twenty-fifth-order.

Arguably. The qiē in the valley is all eye-catching.

Zhou Zheng is fighting the idea of these things, instead of throwing them here, it is better to cheapen himself.

With such a large amount of wealth, it is really not easy to start during the day, but at night...... Sneaky, who knows that the cheap one is himself?

Just do it when you think of it, Zhou Zheng wants to leave, it's too simple, a sneak. The man had already touched the valley. The real gods don't know, and the ghosts don't know.

In the dark night, in the moonlight, a large number of animal skins and bones, teeth and other materials that are smoked without light. Just like that, under the iron vine. Some cracked hides. It can also be seen that the star crystal is emitting a characteristic luster. From black, color, and gold.

As soon as he entered the valley, Zhou Zheng observed, and the person flicked violently. It's already a headlong rush in.

The induction of the iron vine is completely judged by some resonance in the air and the breath of vitality. Zhou Zheng's stealth did not play a role at all in front of them. So as soon as Zhou Zheng entered, Tie Man suddenly sensed that there was a breath of life approaching.

"Whoosh!"

The soil cracked again, and tiny vines appeared, rolling towards Zhou Zheng.

"Haha, it's too slow to catch up with me."

It is often Zhou Zhengren who has already passed, and there is a reaction in the soil below, which is half a beat slower than Zhou Zheng. And this half beat was used by Zhou Zheng, using his terrifying speed to shake off these vines, and then casually threw the remains of these mutant beasts into the backpack.

It seems to be very easy, but for Zhou Zheng, this is definitely as dangerous as walking a steel rope.

As long as there is a slight mistake and being entangled by these vines, even if you have the ability to reach the sky, there is only a dead end. Zhou Zheng's physical strength is definitely not as strong as that of the twenty-fifth order mutant beasts, and even they are strangled here, let alone themselves?

While fishing away the material, pay attention to the vines in front of you.

Half-hour.

The high-intensity jīng divine power was concentrated, and Zhou Zheng couldn't bear it.

In the violent retreat, he left the range of the iron vine sense, then sat down on a stone, took out a bottle of water and poured it, panting slightly.

In half an hour, Zhou Zheng only succeeded in one-third of it.

"The harvest is good, if you work hard for another hour or two, all the qiē here will be mine."

Zhou Zheng, who was excited, only rested for ten minutes, and then stood up again, ready to do it again.

But......

The next moment, Zhou Zheng stopped, his brows furrowed, and he looked at the six crimson blood bars that appeared not far away. The blood bar of a warrior is not the same as that of a mutant beast, and the blood bar of a warrior is thin and short, green sè when there is no hostility, and red sè when there is hostility. And the thickness of the mutant beast will always show a crimson sè.

"Who are these?"

The red sè thin and short blood strip that appeared made Zhou Zheng jǐng tied.

In this small valley, now there are many warriors, and each other may be enemies, and they are now touching it, and the blood bar of the red sè has already shown a qiē.

"Haha, interesting."

Zhou Zheng's eyes narrowed, and when he turned around, he was already out of the valley.

The direction of these six people is obviously the resting place of the Asian team, and they should be preparing for a sneak attack.

With Zhou Zheng, how could this kind of thing happen?

"Stealth!"

Will stealth open, Zhou Zheng disappeared into the jungle under the night.

It took less than a minute, Zhou Zheng was already close to the six people, and he could pass through the gaps of some trees, and what Zhou Zheng saw was almost pitch black. If it weren't for the crimson blood bar, Zhou Zheng couldn't believe that there would be someone in this pitch black.

Through the moonlight, I saw that it was a warrior who was as black as black charcoal.

"Dry, it's black, Africa's warrior."

If it was just one or two black people, Zhou Zheng didn't dare to confirm it, after all, there were quite a lot of black warriors in the European Union and the Americas. But now the six people Zhou Zheng saw were all black, they were holding black sè javelins in their hands, there was no armor on their bodies, and the important parts were protected by some black sè animal skins, standard African warrior dress.

Before, Zhou Zheng was curious that the warriors of the African tribes didn't seem to move, and the dare was not that there was no movement, but that they were playing assassination.

(Sorry for being late!) Ask for a commuter pass! (To be continued......)