Led by these five flag mountain wolves was a male wolf more than four feet tall, strong and resolute, with smooth and shiny hair and sharp wolf eyes. The male wolf's Qishan wolf was followed by four relatively short female wolves, and when they were still four or five feet away from the pheasant, their speed slowed down.

The male wolf walked gracefully with his head held high, his paws raised high, his nose fluttering, sniffing the smell of the air, and the four she-wolves roamed around in circles like servants, and the wolf's eyes were full of vigilance.

The male wolf led the four female wolves to gradually approach the pheasant, and at this time they were less than two feet away from Yang Qing, Yang Qing's heart was pounding, and he couldn't do it if he wanted to calm down.

The male wolf saw the pheasant coated with chicken blood, and there was a trace of doubt in his eyes, and he looked up at the top of the pheasant, and there was nothing but some yellowed branches and leaves.

The blood on the pheasant's feathers had solidified and turned black, making the smell of blood even stronger, and when the mountain wind blew, it burrowed into the sensitive nostrils of the male wolf.

"Hurry up and eat, let's sleep in the cave after eating" Yang Qing prayed tremblingly in his heart, lying motionless in the bushes, squinting at the five-headed flag mountain wolf, expecting them to eat the pheasant and leave, not to mention hunting now, it is unknown whether they can run away.

When he found the Qishan wolf, it was not feasible to jump up and escape, and the two legs would definitely not be able to run the ten wolf legs of the five-headed Qishan wolf, suppressing the strong impulse to escape in his heart, even if he climbed directly up the tree, Yang Qing would climb the tree, but before he could climb to a safe position, his ass would definitely be bitten by the Qishan wolf.

What he can do now is to wait, without making a sound, if this Qishan wolf doesn't find him, everything will be fine, he already knew that he would encounter wolves if he has been hunting and killing Qishan wolf, but he didn't expect it to come so quickly.

There is some regret, nervousness, and fear in my heart, is it really going to die here?

The male wolf snorted, looked a little impatient, trotted a few steps to the pheasant, opened his mouth and bit down, and the four she-wolves did not go up to fight, but surrounded the male wolf in the middle, and patrolled around.

The mountain wind was much stronger, and the rustle of the trees was sometimes accompanied by the sound of bones breaking.

"Why don't you take it away and eat it" Yang Qing looked at the male wolf chewing slowly, this kind of thing with a surname of heaven could not help him not be in a hurry.

The shrubs blown by the mountain wind swayed, and a she-wolf in the direction of Yang Qing, whose eyes that were originally looking around, suddenly stared at Yang Qing's hiding place.

The she-wolf looked back at the male wolf, who was still biting the pheasant, and walked towards the bushes with her nose stretched out and her nostrils twitched.

The other three she-wolves also turned to watch its movements, and the male wolf raised his wolf kiss stained with chicken blood and stopped eating.

"Oh no, I was found by my mother" Yang Qing's scalp tightened, and when he saw the she-wolf coming over, he clenched the fine iron rod in his hand.

The she-wolf's small black ears trembled slightly, catching the sounds around her, it was getting closer and closer to the bushes, and Yang Qing could even see the shiny hair on the she-wolf's body and the narrow scar on the black nose.

The she-wolf's head had already poked into the bushes, and after one more step, Yang Qing's eyes could be seen.

"Bang, bang," Yang Qing's heartbeat accelerated sharply, although his body was covered with mud, but at such a close distance, the wisdom of the Qishan wolf would inevitably see through his disguise.

At this moment, Yang Qing's heart was fierce, his left foot kicked the ground, and the steel rod clutched tightly in his right hand stabbed out at the she-wolf.

The steel rod is like a poisonous snake flicking its body, and the fast she-wolf only looks at a black shadow, and the wolf body reacts at all, only feeling a suffocation of breath, and its front paws involuntarily leave the ground and fly backwards.

The blow hit the she-wolf's neck, breaking the wolf's skin, crushing the trachea, and breaking the vertebrae, and it didn't feel a trace of pain before it breathed.

Yang Qing hit it successfully, and the she-wolf with a broken cervical vertebrae had not yet landed, he turned over, rushed out of the bushes, and ran away with a steel rod obliquely.

The four-headed flag wolf next to the pheasant saw that the she-wolf suddenly threw up, and a black object escaped from the bushes, and then the she-wolf landed, and the four-headed flag mountain wolf realized the existence of the enemy, and killed their relatives, all the wolf's lips rose, revealing sharp fangs, and the hind legs exerted force, and quickly rushed out, chasing the wolf killer.

The Qishan wolf has a flexible body, a fast speed, and a little bit of stagnation in its body between the trees.

The rocks in the forest are protruding, the roots of the trees are tangled, Yang Qing is running with all his might, wearing rough clothes in his mouth, and he has to pay attention to his feet from time to time, that's it, the distance between the wolf and Yang Qing is constantly approaching.

The wolf's kiss that was close in front of him turned into an irresistible fear that kept hitting his heart.

Ten zhang, eight zhang, two zhang, one zhang...

The male wolf was extremely fast, and the death of his mate made him angry, and it was difficult for him to vent his anger without tearing up the black thing in front of him.

"Drink" Yang Qing ran with all his might, he couldn't turn around and throw the stick at all, his speed did not decrease, his legs exerted force downward, his body jumped up, and he relayed with the trunk next to him, volleyed sideways, and dodged a blow from behind the Qishan wolf.

Yang Qing landed on the ground with both legs, and then rolled over, unloading the impact of the landing on the body, and the body could not stand up, only to see the male wolf rising in the air also borrowed strength from his four paws on the trunk, turned the direction of running, and pounced directly on him.

The male wolf was faster after relaying on the trunk of the tree, and pounced straight at the wolf kiss stained with chicken blood, at this time Yang Qing's body just stopped rolling, and his right hand was still holding the stainless steel rod on the ground, and he didn't have time to make a big move.

The right arm exerts force, one end of the steel rod is raised, and the other end is supported by the ground, and after these male wolves are close, a pheasant feather stuck to the wolf's mouth swings with the wind.

"Get up..."

Yang Qing said this, but his body leaned back, and one end of the long stick was under the belly of the male wolf, and it was raised high with the backward leaning of his body.

The raised long stick was supported on the male wolf's abdomen, so that it did not pounce on Yang Qing's body, but was thrown out by Yang Qing with a steel rod.

Yang Qing didn't look at how far the male wolf was thrown out, nor did he step forward to make up for it, but quickly ran away from the place, and then ran away with all his strength, because the three she-wolves had already chased after him.

The male wolf was extremely nimble, adjusted his posture in the air, landed on all four paws, drew four long grooves on the ground, and pursued Yang Qing again.

The fear and panic in his heart made him pant like a cow, his mind was blank, and he only wanted to escape, desperately escape.

"Breathe... Call... Suck it"

Yang Qing forced himself to calm down and adjusted his breathing to the way of breathing in "Turning Breath to Death".

At this time, either the four Qishan wolves died, or Yang Qing was divided and eaten, and the ferocity of the Qishan wolves would only leave him with a pile of scattered white bones. As the way of breathing unfolded, Yang Qing's mood gradually stabilized, and his whole body couldn't help but feel that the night was at a fixed time, quiet and relaxed.

Fear and panic are suppressed, and the mind is calm!

"Aang..."

The male wolf bit again, but it was empty, Yang Qing deliberately slowed down, gave the male wolf a bite, and then accelerated sharply to widen the distance between him and the male wolf.

At this time, he had already run out of most of the distance, and if he continued to run like this, Yang Qing would definitely die, and as the male wolf bit the air, he ran up the tree.

Then with the impact of his body, Yang Qing jumped to a height of a foot in the tree, and the three she-wolves also rose into the air, roaring and biting at Yang Qing's leg, wanting to tear him off.

The time left for Yang Qing could only let him climb up one more foot, but he still couldn't dodge the attack of the three wolves, if he hugged the tree with one hand, the angle of his body made the steel rod unable to defeat the Qishan wolf.

I didn't have time to think about it in my heart, my legs hugged the tree, my head fell back, and my body fell upside down. Holding the steel rod in both hands, it is lifted from the bottom up, and then smashed down from the top down.

"Click... Yang Qing's steel rod hit the cervical vertebrae of a she-wolf, avoiding the bite of the second she-wolf, but was still bitten by the third she-wolf in the left shoulder blade, but fortunately, the body was sliding and could break free from the mouth of the she-wolf.

There was no time to pay attention to the wound on his back, he landed on his head down, his waist and legs were strained, and his body was crooked to avoid the attack of the male wolf again.

At this time, Yang Qing was on one side of the tree, and the living three-headed flag mountain wolf was on the other side, Yang Qing stood up and pointed obliquely with a steel rod.

"Evil..."The three-headed flag mountain wolf, staring at Yang Qing with bared teeth, the wolf's eyes were bloodshot and full of ferocity, and at the same time moved his feet to surround Yang Qing.

Yang Qing took a step forward and smashed the steel rod at the nearest she-wolf, and just as he made a move, the other two flag mountain wolves rose up and pounced on Yang Qing against the ground.

The steel rod has dozens of catties, and Yang Qing also has more than 500 catties of strength in one arm, and the stick with both arms goes down, smashing the vicious she-wolf to the ground, and is directly angry.

And the next thing is to face two wolves left and right.

"This arm will be given to you" Yang Qing's heart was ruthless, his right hand spread the steel rod, his right arm was bent, and he hit the male wolf attacking from the right with his elbow, and withdrew his left arm to protect his side.

While the right elbow "clicked" on the bridge of the male wolf's nose, the female wolf also bit his left arm and tore it back hard.

The connection between the wolf's nose and the bridge of the nose, the bones are very small and fragile, Yang Qing's elbow directly knocked the wolf's nose crooked, and the blood was left along the nostrils on the crooked side, and the male wolf in pain couldn't open his eyes and shook on the ground.

The she-wolf who bit her left arm stared at the blood and did not let go, and she stepped back and tore the ground, and the lower arm part had been torn with four wounds, and the bones were deeply visible.

Yang Qing's face was cold, he didn't see the color of pain, his right hand was empty, he followed the tearing of the she-wolf, stepped forward, and punched the she-wolf's trachea, and the sound of 'quack' made the she-wolf angry.

The short body picked up the steel rod, the male wolf squinted his eyes and just wanted to escape, Yang Qing didn't move under his feet, he lay down sideways, and the steel rod could be hit.

"Whew...... Suck it"

The swarming fear is used like a tide, and after a long breath, it is an uninterrupted inhalation.

In a flurry of mood, he turned his body to look at the Qishan wolf who was all out of breath, the smile on the corner of his mouth was thick, and finally spread the whole excited and inexplicable face.

"Haha...... Not dead!" Yang Qing was inexplicably happy, and let out bursts of relaxed but trembling laughter.

At this time, the danger was removed, Yang Qing laughed, his expression was refreshed, as if he had just woken up in the morning, standing in the morning mist to relax his mind, and breathing in the slightly humid air. It seems that the ears and eyes are sharper.

The beauty of this feeling made Yang Qing deeply intoxicated, but it only existed for a few breaths before disappearing, no matter how you capture it, you can't find the fresh and natural charm that has sprung up just now.

Don't be stupid and stand for a while, Yang Qing checked the injuries on his body.

The left arm was already unconscious, and the shoulder blade was in severe pain, so I did some simple treatment, tearing off the cloth strip from the clothes and tying the left arm to avoid excessive blood loss, and the wound on the shoulder blade could not be seen and could not be treated. The two wounds were not bandaged and were exposed directly into the air.

Enduring the severe pain, his hands and feet trembled and he took it from the five dead Qishan wolves in exchange for the materials contributed by the sect and put them into packages and porcelain bowls.

Yang Qing didn't delay for long, and then hurried again, his left arm was the same as if it had been abolished in the eyes of the mortal Langzhong, but it was different in this Imperial Wind Sect.

When I passed by the creek, I simply washed it, and there was still some muddy clothes, which were wet and sticking to my body. +

Yang Qing went directly to Huihua Peak, handed over the materials of the Qishan Wolf, and went to the Zangdan Pavilion of Juhua Peak to exchange two hundred sect contributions for a pack of 'Shengjisan' to be applied to the wounds on his left arm and shoulder blades, and then returned to the cold iron ore area, at this time his rune paper had the words 'one hundred and twenty-eight'.

"Breathe... Call... Suck" Yang Qingpan sat on the bed and practiced "Transformation and Rest", there was no thought in his heart, there was no trace of fluctuation, he seemed to be asleep, the pain in his left arm and shoulder blade did not seem to exist, he was in a state of concentration.

Listening to the beating sound of the heart, the flow of blood, in a hazy way, Yang Qing saw his steady and powerful beating heart, flowing blood, muscles, bones...

"This is..."Yang Qing's heart was in a mess, and he didn't come to take a closer look, so he came out of a state of concentration, with a look of incomprehension and joy between his eyebrows.