"Boy, your challenge starts today!"

"Someone will pick you up in a moment!"

It was a bearded man with a sinking face.

One hour is equal to six qi, one qi is equal to five days, and one qi is equal to five days.

This is a more ancient saying than the day, week, month, and year, and the two methods of the day are commonly used in the Great Jin Dynasty.

However, many old-fashioned people still prefer to use the ancient chronology of years, hours, weather, and weather.

The big man's tone was quite unkind, and after he finished speaking, the two old men next to him continued to add.

"Look, there's a bald rock mountain there."

They speak in unison, and even their movements are the same, but they look different, not twins, so they look quite weird.

The two old men pointed to the gap in the treetops and asked Zong Xian to look in that direction.

Through the gap, you can see a mountain of black stones.

"This mountain is called Guolao Mountain, and you can hear it within a radius of hundreds of miles."

"After the expiration of the period, the receiver will be waiting for you at the riverhead of the ancient stone bridge at the foot of the mountain."

"Don't miss the hour!"

Zong Xian bowed his head lightly and replied in a calm tone, "Understood." ”

At this time, one of the shortest men suddenly stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder.

"Live well, don't live up to the expectations that Qi Zhi's envoy has for you!"

"The situation in this area is very complicated, in addition to the trial disciples of this association, maybe there will be disciples of other forces, plus the local forces and the brute beasts in the mountains, with your current martial arts realm, it is still very difficult."

"Don't have a psychological burden, being able to survive these three months is a successful experience in itself!"

"This hut was built by the original hunters, so you can live temporarily, but be careful not to go to the North Mountain, where there is a group of difficult brute beasts."

This short man seems to be an old friend of Master Qi, and he gave a few words of advice quite kindly, but because of the rules, he can't reveal the specific situation.

After he finished speaking, all the people in black directly launched light skills and quickly disappeared into the mountains and forests.

With the departure of those people, the silence in the mountains and forests was restored again.

Only the chirping of birds echoed through the forest.

The hut was covered with dark moss, and beside it was a stream bubbling through a distant crevice, and as far as his eye could see, he could see a few small, translucent fish swimming around the trees, blocking most of the sunlight.

Zong Xian looked around and found only a path that had been abandoned for a long time, and the road was obscured by weeds and shrubs.

It is extremely difficult to pass here, but it is a good place to practice light kung fu.

After checking the surrounding environment and topography a little, Zong Xian did not plan to run around, but planned to rest first.

The car and boat trekked for three whole days, and Rao's iron-beaten muscles and bones would also get tired.

He pushed open the wet wooden door of the cabin, and a strong musty smell suddenly hit his face.

The humidity in the mountains is so damp that it's not surprising.

The furnishings in the house are simple, with simple wooden tables, wooden cabinets and wooden beds.

On the ground are suspended wooden beams, and in the middle there is a place to hang a hanging stove and a stone stove for making a fire.

The surface of the wood was dotted with mildew, there were withered mosses, and even Zong Xian saw a few red and bright mushrooms in the corner.

"The environment is terrible, and I can barely survive."

Zong Xianxian cleaned it up, he first cut off half of his clothes, wrapped his hands and picked off the mushrooms.

You can see that the break in the stipe turns blue the moment it comes into contact with the air.

"Good fellow, isn't this a good hand?"

He recalled some knowledge in his previous life, and immediately understood that these fungi were all toadstools, the kind that could see villains, lying on boards, and burying mountains after eating.

Originally, he wanted to throw it away, but after thinking about it, he kept it, and this kind of poison might be useful.

After cleaning up the filthy debris in the wooden house, Zong Xian collected some dry shrubs and dead branches nearby and piled them up next to the hanging stove, and used the word "hunting" knife to cut off an arm-thick tree trunk, flattened a piece, and directly tried to drill wood for fire.

You must know that it is not easy to drill wood for fire, let alone this kind of damp place.

The trunks he took were also fresh and rich in water.

All of the above are obstacles to making fire, but they can't stand the miracle of making a miracle!

I saw that Zong Xian couldn't stop rubbing his hands on the ground at all, like a human airplane.

Under high-speed friction, the contact point heats up rapidly and carbonizes, and what moisture and moisture are no longer a problem.

But even so, he was busy for a while before he was able to build a fire under the hanging stove.

After the fire, the damp and cold situation in the house suddenly improved a lot.

In the next step, Zong Xian used the steel ball hidden weapon he carried with him to quickly hit a few.

Directly use the living water of the mountain spring stream to clean and process, and then use a string of branches, and just roast it directly on the fire!

After a while, it was completely dark.

He finished eating a few roasted chickadees and nibbled on a four-eyed beef jerky before he was full.

Before going to bed he pressed a few small twigs against the crack in the door, and if something pushed the door, there would inevitably be a movement, and he himself slept in the corner on the other side.

……

The first night in the woods passed quickly.

Zong Xian didn't sleep well, and there was a lot of movement in the forest late at night.

There is not only the roar of apes and mountain wolves, but also the sound of wild boars arching the ground.

The quiet mountains and forests during the day become noisy at night.

Fortunately, no beasts or brutes broke into the cabin.

He got up and moved his muscles a little, then checked the charcoal fire under the hanging stove.

Today he was going to go down the mountain to take a look, staying on the mountain and living the life of a primitive man was not his original intention to come to the trial.

Although the short man in black said that if he could survive for three months, he would be considered a victory, but Zong Xian has never been the kind of person who is willing to "guarantee the bottom".

Stepping out of the cabin, it was still a scene of daylight outside.

There was a mist in the treetops, making every breath cold.

The pale blue morning light reflected in the mist in the forest, which made the surroundings look even more gloomy.

When he came to the stream, he picked up a handful of cold mountain spring water and threw it on his face, and drank a few sips by the way.

This is the living water flowing from the cracks in the mountain, and there are small fish in it, and the source is visible to the naked eye, but there is no need to worry about poison.

There is no such thing as a miasma in this forest itself.

Just as Zong Xian lowered his head to wash, a strong wind suddenly swept behind him.

He slumped over and rolled to the side, catching only a brown shadow of a vine in his field of vision.

"Tsk!"

"Roar, roar, roar!"

A rapid, loud scream appeared.

The next moment, the brown shadow dropped a bloody wolf's head from the treetops.

The wolf's head rolled to Zong Xian's feet, covered with dirt, and it could be seen that it had been eaten by some kind of fierce beast, its brain had been hollowed out, and half of its cheeks were gnawed.

After dropping the wolf's head, the brown shadow moved rapidly across the treetops again.

Zong Xian didn't dare to slack off, holding the knife in his left hand in front of him, clenching his fist with his right hand to accumulate strength, while looking for the trajectory of the brown shadow, he slowly leaned towards the cabin, so as not to have no cover on all sides!

It wasn't long before he finally saw the true face of the mysterious brown shadow!