"You can't be from the Wood Clan, are you?"

In the narrow valley of the jungle, the young man in brocade clothes, who was a few years older, moved his body slightly, approached the little boy who was half a head lower than him, stretched out his nose and sniffed on the other party's bare arm, thoughtfully.

He is about ten years old, well-proportioned, warm-looking, small face and round eyes, quite delicate facial features, extremely handsome and soft appearance, small and young temperament, and a harmless appearance of humans and animals.

It seemed to smell something peculiar that made him hesitate for a moment.

At the age of changing teeth, the teenager is missing a tiger tooth in his upper jaw, and he will leak air when he speaks, adding a bit of funny cuteness.

"Could it be that this is the Silvermoon Forest?"

The young man quickly denied his speculation, shook his head, and muttered to himself, "No, the Nine Infants of the Wandering Dead won't like the offshore climate over there in the Silver Moon Forest. ”

The Mu people have stubbornly lived in the Silver Moon Forest in the southwestern border of the Northern Regions for generations, and once established a highly developed Tree Kingdom civilization in the middle of the Apocalypse Era, and accepted the indoctrination of the Winter Castle Academy.

Today's Mu people are in a safe corner, following ancient religious laws and traditional customs, maintaining extremely limited communication with the outside world, and have remained stagnant for thousands of years.

The Wood people are known to be closed and xenophobic, not a hospitable race, and not as sensible as their neighbors, the Turinetes who live in the foothills of the snowy mountains and on the west coast.

Whether it is in the north or in the south, people do not have a very good impression of the Mu people.

It is not a pleasant thing to travel and adventure in the Silvermoon Forest and trade with the Wood people.

And the wandering Nine Babies in the boy's words are lord-level high-level soul beasts, wandering around the Falling Star Mountains and the Black Rock Highlands in the western part of the Northern Regions, tens of thousands of miles away from the Silver Moon Forest near the sea.

The Nine Babies do not have a fixed nest, they like to be alone, and their whereabouts are a mystery.

The most recent record is that ten years ago, a team of mercenaries had a brief encounter with the top of the food chain in the eastern part of the Wounded Qi Forest.

The little boy's eyebrows and eyes were covered by the messy hair on his head, and he couldn't see clearly for a while.

He was dressed in a short linen coat with a gray buckskin soft armor that had been cut and spliced haphazardly, a short knife of green steel was held in his right hand, and a small bamboo basket was carried on his back, and he lowered his body behind a broken log on the low hillside, listening carefully to the sounds around him, and his eyes swept over every suspicious corner.

The jungle in autumn is a little more magnificent, but also a little more dangerous.

In the eyes of the little boy, even a red leaf fluttering and falling ten feet away may lead to an unknown killing machine in the jungle.

The bones that can be found everywhere are the best proof of this.

The boy tentatively stretched out his fingers and lifted the unkempt black hair that covered the little boy's eyebrows, and saw a pair of focused eyes and a delicate little face stained with a little dust and blood, and still childish.

The little boy has a round face, a small and straight nose, a short and sleek chin, and soft facial features, like a pitiful baby face.

Looking at his face, he is about six or seven years old, his skin is delicate and without any flaws, his eyebrows and eyes have not yet grown, but his physique is obviously not comparable to that of a six or seven-year-old boy.

And contrary to his pleasing appearance, the little boy's every move is very sophisticated, his eyes are sharp, and there is always a fierce anger lingering between his eyebrows.

The young man was relieved and said, "Fortunately, you didn't grow a pair of pointed ears, and your eyes are not blue, so you can only be regarded as half a member of the Mu Clan." ”

He possessed a strange technique, and he could identify the origin of his ancestors from the blood and breath of all beings, and learned that the little boy had the powerful blood of the Wood people flowing in his body.

But it's not pure, it's a half-blood.

It is said that the Wood people are stubborn and difficult to communicate, and it is really not a good sign if you meet a pure-blooded Wood Tribesman in this place infested with soul beasts.

The teenager chattered.

"The patriarchal discipline of the Mu clan is more cruel and ruthless than that of the Seven Great Families of the Dharma, and it has always been strictly forbidden for clansmen to marry with foreigners, and those who violate the ban are burned at the stake, including their descendants. It seems that your parents are not idle people, and they can protect you until now. ”

"Now I'm completely sure that this is the Wounded Qi Forest. These days, I am so worried that I can't even take care of afternoon tea, but now I stop and think about it carefully, the ghost place that has trapped me for more than ten days should be the black gate. ”

Black Gate, one of the four forbidden places in the Black Rock Highlands in the western part of the Northern Regions, is adjacent to the Wounded Qi Forest.

The little boy was secretly surprised and stunned.

He knew very well what was in the Black Gate, and that place was not a place where Terrans could enter and exit.

The young man looked at his face and continued to chatter: "Speaking of which, I am also half a highlander, as long as you take me out of here, I will cover you after you go out!"

He sat upright on the ground, his eyebrows were solemn, and his gestures naturally revealed a spirit of dominating the world, and the momentum of the superior was natural and invincible at this moment.

The little boy did not seem to know anything, and never spoke, but he frowned, and his face was very displeased.

The young man couldn't help but froze, his face was slightly embarrassed, but he still refused to give up, and said, "Don't believe it, I promise you with my first and last name." Oh, sorry, I walked all the way and haven't introduced myself yet. Listen, I'm—"

The little boy's face was gloomy, and he glared coldly at the missing boy.

A terrifying breath of Senluo spread, the surrounding sky dimmed, the evening breeze in the forest seemed to stagnate for a moment, the red leaves slowed down for half a beat before falling to the ground, and with a breath, a thin layer of frost formed on the leaf surface.

At that moment, the young man felt the threat of death, his whole body was cold, and he faintly felt that the weapon penetrated the skin surface and pierced into his lungs, and his heart ached.

The young man touched his heart with his left hand, knowing that if he said one more word, the little boy would definitely kill him. Life and death are big, so he hurriedly covered his mouth with his right hand, held his breath, and subconsciously moved his body to keep a distance from the other party.

The little boy unleashed a murderous aura to shock the boy, and the forest finally regained peace, and then he turned his back and breathed a sigh of relief, and the surrounding haze dissipated with the wind.

The young man was embarrassed for a moment and fell into passivity, but he was not afraid in his heart.

He sensed some treacherous power lurking in the little boy's body, and his heart was even more joyful, like a naughty boy who had discovered the toy of his dreams, and his heart jumped with joy, and his eyes overflowed with greedy and cunning light.

To be able to meet in this kind of place, without immediately meeting each other and fighting to the death, that is a great fate.

Since he happened to meet on the side of a pond full of peach blossoms along the shore half a day ago, the young man has followed this strange little boy all the way, observing along the way, and discovering that he is not a cultivator, there is no mental power fluctuation around him, and he has not condensed the Wheel Soul Array.

In other words, this little boy is neither a mage nor a soul master.

But this little boy is a good jungle hunter with great physical skills and good skills.

Its internal breath is deep and condensed, and its murderous aura is as restrained as an abyss, and it is like a sharp sword out of its sheath when it is released, and it can be retracted and released freely. Those who can achieve this state are all characters who have been fighting on the battlefield for a long time, and it is difficult to have such attainments without decades, which is not trivial.

The boy concluded that the little boy had comprehended the true meaning of the Tibetan wind and gathered qi, and had entered the ancient martial arts.

Most of the Terran children of the age of the little boy are still coquettish in the arms of their elders, immature and clumsy, and some of the little ones who are stunted may not have yet weaned, how can they have the courage and ability to go deep into this terrifying realm alone.

Obviously he was just a young mortal, but he did a lot of things that cultivators didn't dare to do and couldn't do.

By all indications, the little boy is different from more than just his blood.

In this way, it is even more interesting.

The boy secretly speculated about the details of the little boy, why was the little boy idle?

He didn't speak, but he wasn't confused, but the confusion in his heart was thicker than that of the boy.

Historically, neither the high-ranking mage nor the soul master of the True Martial Arts, could guarantee that he would be able to escape under the minions of the Nine Infants, and no one wanted to approach the Black Gate Forbidden Land in the west of the Wounded Qi Forest alone.

But this little brother in brocade clothes did it, if he was telling the truth.

As early as when the toothless little brother stuck to him like a shadow, the little boy had been tracking him in the dark for a long time, and he had witnessed his extraordinary methods, which was amazing.

The boy is single-handed, like a tourist, ignoring the hidden dangers of the jungle.

There is no place for normal people except for the appearance of a little adult who speaks the lingua franca of the human race, and the little boy once suspected that he was a demon in human skin.

The little boy knew that he was not his opponent, and if the other party intended to murder, he was afraid that he would be in danger. But he never made a move, and he released kindness everywhere, and his feelings were deep and sincere, which made people unbearable. It's just chattering along the way, like a little old man who hasn't spoken for most of his life, which is annoying.

After all, the little boy was only six or seven years old, and no matter how precocious his mind was, his thoughts were not so far-reaching. Since you can't get rid of it, you can only let him follow. However, the sudden presence of one more person around means that there is some inexplicable trouble, which will only make people feel fetters.

On the way, he would sometimes look back at him, and gradually, he was less uneasy and awkward than when he first met.

After that, the little boy looked up at the sky that had been cut into pieces by the dense forest, and felt the wind and temperature around him, as well as a different kind of breath, and knew that he should not stay for long.

He pinned the hunting knife to his waist and fastened it, turned his head to look at the small basket, straightened his shoulder straps, then turned over the broken log, jumped up, and quickly climbed up to an ancient tree beside him that was very old and sparsely branched.

Like the ape that has lived in the forest for many years and is extremely agile, it climbs from the branches of one tree to the branches of another, and in the blink of an eye, its figure is blurred.

The little boy left without notice, ignoring the existence of the boy.

The boy was stunned, looking up at the back of the little boy, ashamed of himself, and it took a long time for him to come to his senses, and secretly screamed that it was not good, and finally realized that he had been abandoned again.

"Isn't this embarrassing young master? I'm not the three-eyed monkey of the Akiyama Royi family. ”

This side of the world is really terrifyingly quiet, it was better to have a little boy by his side before, but at this time, there is no one left and right, and the young man is inevitably a little stunned in his heart, and he suddenly becomes nervous.

The boy had no choice but to run in the direction where the little boy had disappeared, walking among the towering trees with a sad face, and not restraining his way to hide, swaggering all the way, causing a great stir.

But the woodland that is usually devoured by people is fierce, but today it seems to have an insight into the heavens, and they all put away their tempers.

The old devils crouched in their lair, or hid in dark corners, staring at this uninvited guest with an evil door from afar, trying to see some clues, secretly harboring ghosts, and ready to move.

Along the way, only the unenlightened beasts and fierce birds did not know the depths, chasing and blocking all the way, opening their teeth and dancing claws and following endlessly, so startled that the young man howled and scolded with a dedignified manner, coupled with a leaky accent, adding a bit of joy to this dangerous, dull and restless forest.

But seeing that the young man was panicked but not confused, he very skillfully escaped from the minions of the fierce people in the forest, bypassed the boulder stream, avoided the thorns along the way, and dodged all the way, only the clothes on his body were cut a few times, and he looked a little embarrassed, but he was unharmed.

I don't know how many murderous and fierce eyes fell on him in the jungle.

But soon, the owner of these eyes clearly saw that the boy had not fallen to the ground all along.

The young man stepped on the flowers and leaves all the way and flew quickly, the toe fell on his own clear light like the pond water rippling, in the square inch between the lines of the array, delicate and wonderful, like a lotus flower, exuding a simple and distant atmosphere, shrinking into inches, one step ten zhang.

This isn't a spell rune array, so what could it be?

The fierce beasts chasing the boy felt more and more difficult, and it didn't take long for the thunder leopard, which was known for its speed, to keep up with the boy, and was left far behind.

Several high-level soul beasts with great wisdom recognized the spell cast by the young man, and already had an idea of the young man's origin and strength, shuddered, hurriedly withdrew his gaze, and turned to go home for dinner.