The blue sky receded high, and there was not a trace of cloud.

Seven or eight people, including the hunters hired by the Li family, ate little by little around the disemboweled horned deer, and their lips and teeth were crimson when they ate.

The spear that had been wiped clean by the snow was stuck in his side.

Hong Fan was relatively restrained, and after several attempts, he rejected half of the waist handed by Gao Junxia, indicating that it was enough.

Not far away, Zheng Furui swallowed a piece of blood food under the coaxing of everyone, and as expected, she couldn't stand it as in previous years, and bent over and vomited.

Seventy or eighty horned deer of hundreds of catties, the blood food ritual was only half consumed, and the rest were divided and brought back to the camp in pieces.

At noon, smoke billows up.

Big Tang lights a bonfire in front of the tent.

Porridge boiled in snow water hangs over the fire, and freshly hunted venison skewers are stuck around the fire.

After being licked by the flames for a moment, the surface of the slightly fat venison overflowed with oil, and the unique aroma of fat lingered on the noses of everyone.

After the skin of the barbecue was slightly charred and the porridge was boiling, Jiang Youcai hurriedly grabbed the soup before the big one, diligently dismantled the meat and served it to the four young masters.

"There is a saying that you can only enter ethnicity at the age of fourteen."

Hong Yu gulped down the barbecue and continued the conversation.

"Martial arts is a parallel of destruction and reconstruction; Before the meridians are formed, the practice is easy to damage the potential. ”

"Of course, if it is in those high-class sects and families, you can lay the foundation as early as possible according to the conditions of the individual."

"So the famous Tianjiao looks at the cultivation as scary, but it's not entirely a talent - maybe it's two years earlier than us to practice martial arts."

He took the scarf handed by his servant, wiped the residual oil from his beard, and continued.

"As for the eighteen-year-old monkhood, it is also limited by resources."

"After four years of practice, I can't enter the breakthrough realm, at least in people like us, it will be thankless to continue training."

Hong Fan nodded when he heard this, and poured a large mouthful of meat porridge.

When he first crossed, there was still a year and a half left for the original owner of the body, but his cultivation had only reached the Great Zhou Tian of the Inner Vision Realm.

The poor progress is also an important reason for the anxiety and resentment.

The four of them are all martial artists, and they eat meat and drink porridge very quickly, and they solve lunch in a few words.

"What's going on in the afternoon?"

Hong Fan handed the wooden bowl to Tang Da and asked a few people.

The mandatory group activities of the hunting are arranged at the beginning and the end, and from now on, everyone can freely move together.

"I can't move for the past two days."

Hong Sheng replied with a smile.

"You can go to the deep forest in the east, and if you're lucky, you can even bump into the mountain monarch bear."

As one of the only two people who can hunt, he has to accompany Li Shenji to stay in the camp to deal with emergencies.

"Forgive me, two cousins, I'm afraid I won't be able to ...... together"

Hong Yu scratched his bearded cheek when he heard this, quite embarrassed.

"Sister Chi wants a fox as a pet, I'm going to find it for her."

As he spoke, his face flushed, but the corners of his mouth rose faintly.

"Chi sister" is Chi Xinchi's sister Chi Yiyue, who has a round face and a sweet face, Hong Fan has seen it a few times.

This time, she was picked up by Zheng Furui, so she also followed her brother to join in the fun.

"In this case, why don't you take Hong Ping to the north with the second brother?"

Hong Sheng pondered for a moment and suggested.

He knew that the two younger brothers had a lot of disagreements in clan studies, so he wanted to take the opportunity to ease up a little.

"Brother has the final say."

Hong Fan returned easily, obviously not caring about the beginning.

On the contrary, Hong Ping nodded sullenly, extremely restrained.

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Two hours later, the northern section of Taishan.

The atmosphere swept over the mountains with an invisible cold.

The snow seeds on the ground fluttered into the air, and together with the swaying branches, they took on the shape of the wind.

In the forest, a team of five people is following the trail of the beast.

"The footprints were two inches shorter, and the boar slowed down."

The old hunter who was employed by the Li family probed the footprints on his knees and turned around and said.

"The snow is much thinner than before, two young masters, we are already catching up."

Hong Fan nodded, didn't look at Hong Ping, and only strode forward.

Behind him, the two entourages Tang Da and Jiang Youcai hurriedly suppressed their breath and tried to keep up.

The process of tracking down prey is silent and cold.

Half an hour later, the fur hats of the group of five had been covered with a thin layer of ice by the wind.

Except for Hong Fan and Hong Ping, who secretly drove Yan Liugong, the other three even had their eyebrows frozen.

Then, stepping out of the open forest and adjacent to the valley, they finally witnessed the prey from a distance of several hundred meters.

A wild boar with a black mane was walking and stopping, looking for grass seeds and tree fruits pressed under the snow with its pig nose.

"Two young masters, this boar must be at least three hundred catties."

The old hunter only glanced at it from afar, and then made a judgment.

"A black-faced man of this size, when he rushes up, the mountain monarch has to avoid it for the time being."

Hong Fan nodded when he heard this, and took off a spear in his hand.

"Thank you, sir, let's do it ourselves."

He was about to move forward as he spoke, but when he turned around, he caught a glimpse of Tang Da and Jiang Youcai panting and pale, so they made the two of them wait in place.

"Let's go."

Hong Fan threw a sentence at Hong Ping, and took the first step without waiting for a reply.

The two warriors slowly accelerated, and the sound of snow trampling became one after another.

The distance was quickly shortened to within fifty meters.

At this distance, Hong Fan is 100% sure that a spear will penetrate the prey.

But he didn't make a move, but raised his chin at Hong Ping.

"Here you go."

Hong Fan whispered, handing out the spear in his hand.

With Hong Ping's cultivation, he is not completely sure of the shot here.

But just when he was slightly stunned and hesitated, he noticed that his brother looked at him without a smile.

So Hong Ping tightened his face and took it.

The Yan Liugong, which was at the peak of the inner vision, was running at full strength, and the heat penetrated through the skin to fight against the ice wind.

After a breath, Hong Ping raised his spear over his shoulders and stepped forward.

This spear castration is fast, and in Hong Fan's opinion, the strength is comparable to that of a professional athlete in his previous life.

But the fierce wind made the spear throw inaccurate, and finally pierced the dead wood beside the boar, piercing the trunk the thickness of an adult's arm.

The boar was startled by the sound of breaking wood, and when he turned back to see two figures in the snow, he immediately fled in a panic to the north.

This is also the direction back to Jinhai City.

Of course, Taishan is very large, and there are still dozens of miles of mountain roads to the city.

"Chase."

Hong Fan dropped a word, and the person was no longer in place.

The mountainside is covered with snow, and two people and one beast are chasing.

The terrain gradually rises.

Until a ridge, the wild boar, which was gradually exhausted, suddenly stopped at a high place.

Hong Fan and the others also stopped at the same distance of 50 meters.

After a high-speed gallop, Hong Ping's physical strength had been consumed by most of it, and the churning and blood melted the thin ice on his hat ears and collar, and he couldn't tell whether it was sweat or water.

He watched Hong Fan pull out the second throwing spear, hold it in his hand casually, and dance lightly.

The emotions and thoughts that had been suppressed for a long time finally broke out.

"Hong Fan, I have something to ask you!"

Hong Ping asked with the brute force that surged in his heart.

"You say."

Hong Fan replied briefly, staring at the wild boar that had turned around, and took a lunge.

"Are you trying to rob my brother of the patriarchal position?"

Hong Ping watched the person in front of him stretch his shoulders and arms, accumulating strength like a bow, and his questions were stupidly straightforward.

"Nothing like that."

The tone is casual, with a hint of nonchalance.

"I don't believe it!"

Hong Ping's anger surged up, and the volume was even louder.

"It's spread inside and outside the clan, and you've been saying goodbye to my brother......"

So, Hong Fan smiled.

"Then let's just rob it."

He turned his face sideways, glanced at Hong Ping, and asked with a chuckle.

"So, how are you going?"

The sound of breaking wind suddenly stopped.

Hong Ping only felt a shock from the surrounding snow, and a black light flashed in front of him.

In the distance, more than 300 catties of strong wild boars have been pierced by spears and nailed to the Jianmu.