Chapter 19

If it were the old chubby Xiao Fat, he wouldn't have had the patience, but the events of these days had completely changed Zhang Xiaojiang. Like a mountain hawk perched on a tree branch, he observed the flying habits of the tiger eagles, determined to adapt his eyes to their rapid takeoff. As long as he could grasp this trajectory, he could launch an attack.

In the process, Zhang Xiaopang also experienced the benefits of the Lesser Vehicle Bow Technique. At first, he could only see a blur when observing the tiger eagles. As he practiced and observed, the blur gradually became clearer. With this progress, Zhang Xiaopang became even more focused.

One of them was in the tree, the other on the ground, both completely absorbed. This was probably the first time Zhang Xiaopang had found something other than peeping at Hu Jing bathing that could make him so dedicated. Many times, the fat boy really forgot everything.

Only the rat demon Qiuqiu rolled around on the ground, bored out of his mind. These two guys didn't play with him at all; one hung in the tree all day, and the other sat on the ground like a rock, never moving.

Day by day, time passed. For these two brothers, time had never flown by so quickly.

After about twenty days, Zhang Xiaopang had become a fat leaf on the treetop. Higher up, over a dozen tiger eagles perched, chattering away, completely unaware that the hunter was right beside them.

Zhang Xiaopang's movements were very slow, as if he had merged with the surroundings. The tiger eagles still didn't notice him. The moment his killing intent leaked, the tiger eagles immediately took off, transforming into a streak of white light in an instant.

At this moment, a confident smile appeared on Zhang Xiaopang's lips. Once he grasped the trajectory, it wasn't so easy to escape. He activated the Lesser Vehicle Bow Technique and shot an arrow.

Over these days, he had constantly changed his position, tried various methods, and summarized the rules for certain victory.

First, he had to be able to keep up with the tiger eagles' movements.

Second, he couldn't be more than ten meters away from the tiger eagles; otherwise, even if he attacked, they could still escape at their speed.

Zhang Xiaopang was very confident in this arrow!

His eyes sparkled as he drew the bow, aimed, and locked onto the target, all in one fluid motion. After so many days of facing off with the tiger eagles, the fat boy had made significant progress.

It was time to reap the rewards!

He locked onto one of the tiger eagles. Yes, this one had once pooped on his head, with a tail of a different color. This was intolerable, and Zhang Xiaopang was determined to get even!

The tiger eagle was also startled; the arrow was almost touching its buttocks. A victorious smile spread across Zhang Xiaopang's lips.

Damn, see if you can block this invincible arrow of Master Zhang!

At this moment, a layer of green light appeared on the tiger eagle's body, and it shot out like lightning, its speed exceeding Zhang Xiaopang's lock.

Zhang Xiaopang gaped in shock, ... Is this possible?

Bang~~~~

Zhang Xiaopang was dumbfounded, smacking his lips. The arrogant tiger eagle had crashed into a tree, its mocking expression frozen on its hateful face as it fell straight down.

Is this possible?

Zhang Xiaopang picked up the unfortunate tiger eagle, stood there for a moment, and then puffed out his chest, "Ha ha, you must have been intimidated by the overwhelming aura of Master Zhang! It's your honor to be the first target of the invincible arrow of Master Zhang!"

"Wang Meng, Wang Meng, I got it, I got it, we can go back now!"

Wang Meng, holding the tiger eagle, rushed over like a bounding rabbit, and Qiuqiu rolled out from the nearby grass to Zhang Xiaopang.

Zhang Xiaojiang scratched Qiuqiu's head and saw that Wang Meng was still sitting motionless under the tree. He was taken aback, "Qiuqiu, has Brother Meng been sitting there the whole time?"

The little rat demon was almost suffocating with boredom and nodded vigorously when he saw his master return.

Zhang Xiaojiang scratched his head, hesitated for a moment, and then decided not to wake Wang Meng. He had often heard that disturbing someone during cultivation was the most taboo, and enlightenment was rare. Once missed, it might never be found again.

... But there were only five or six days left until the final deadline for the entrance test.

Looking at Wang Meng's calm face under the tree, Zhang Xiaopang patted Qiuqiu, "You're in charge of the lookout. Alert me if anything happens."

The entrance test was nothing!

Although Qiuqiu didn't particularly like such a dangerous place, he nodded and then retreated into the hole he had dug.

Rat demons were naturally good at digging holes, and a fat one at least knew how to dig a pit.

Zhang Xiaojiang didn't know when Wang Meng would wake up, but the tiger eagle in his hand was already awake, its fierce eyes fixed on the detestable fat boy.

As the king of the tiger eagles in this area, being caught by a stupid fat boy was a disgrace to his ancestors.

"What are you staring at? Not convinced?" Zhang Xiaopang immediately gave the tiger eagle a whack on the head. No wonder Wang Meng liked it; it felt good to hit.

The tiger eagle king glared at him, struggling desperately. Unfortunately, without its speed advantage, the tiger eagle was no match for the fat boy, who could flatten it with a single sit.

After pondering the tiger eagle king for a while, Zhang Xiaopang found it boring. He couldn't just do tasks for the sake of doing them; strength was the key. The test was of his bow technique, and just now...

Zhang Xiaopang felt he had some backbone.

Lifting the tiger eagle king, he said, "I know you're not convinced. Let's have another go. Do you dare?"

The tiger eagle king stared at him with disdain, wishing it could peck him until his head was covered in lumps.

Zhang Xiaopang threw the tiger eagle king into the air with a stylish flick, and it flew away with a swoosh.

...

Zhang Xiaopang looked up at the sky and suddenly slapped his head. What if Wang Meng woke up now? Where would he go to catch a bird?

But after a while, Zhang Xiaopang could relax. A group of chattering shadows, about a hundred in number, flew over. Damn, which pig told him there weren't many tiger eagles? These were sparrows!

Leading the group was the tiger eagle king that Zhang Xiaopang had tormented. A group of tiger eagle kings chased him like bullets, biting him fiercely. Zhang Xiaopang, afraid of affecting Wang Meng, ran like mad.

He learned another truth: being merciful to the enemy is being cruel to oneself.

Zhang Xiaopang tumbled into a pond, barely escaping, but his body was covered in bites, and the pain made him furious. Damn, if he didn't catch this guy, he wouldn't be named Zhang.

In the struggle, Zhang Xiaopang gradually understood the essence of the Lesser Vehicle Bow Technique. The use of yuan energy was very versatile; acceleration and enhanced lethality were just the basics. At his fourth level, he could perform basic traction, but speed was still the most important against tiger eagles. If he couldn't handle a tiger eagle, what was the point of cultivation?

Once he understood the Lesser Vehicle Bow Technique, the tiger eagle king's days became difficult. Ordinary tiger eagles couldn't avoid his attacks, and even the tiger eagle king could barely manage. Clearly, Zhang Xiaopang's eyes were becoming more accustomed to the tiger eagle king's speed.

The tiger eagle king was caught again. If Zhang Xiaopang hadn't used traction, the arrow would have hit the tiger eagle king, and it would have been dead.

Holding the tiger eagle king, Zhang Xiaopang was very pleased, "Convinced yet?"

The tiger eagle king hung its head, knowing it was no match for this human.

Zhang Xiaopang took the tiger eagle to find Wang Meng, feeling justified this time. Wang Meng was still sitting under the tree, covered in dust and leaves.

As soon as Zhang Xiaopang approached, Wang Meng's eyes opened.

(Today is a busy day. I attended a meeting to commemorate the 90th anniversary of the founding of the Youth League in the afternoon and went to the first episode of the First Financial "Brainstorm" as a guest in the evening. It's not an easy day. To sum it up, writing is the most blissful and free thing!

During the new book period, everyone's support is greatly appreciated. Every recommendation, collection, click, and comment is an encouragement for me!)

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