Chapter 62

（Previously, the fan value data for Zongheng went haywire. I returned from a trip, thinking there were three new Alliance Leaders, and I was so excited that I wanted to add three more chapters to celebrate. This time, it should be correct, so I will add a chapter to thank the new Alliance Leader, National Treasure I Panda Brothers, for their enthusiastic support. Thank you!!）

"Is it any wonder you look familiar," Chen Xun recalled that when he and Gu Jianfeng met at Black Rock Peak, someone from the Left Thorn Tribe was shot by him. That person was also a young strongman rarely seen in the Northern Mountains. He asked Qianlan, "Where are your people? Are you the only one who made it here alive?"

"The Gui Xi Tribe has hundreds of young men who specifically hunt the young men of the Northern Mountains along the White Wolf River. My brother told me to escape first. They are still in the mountains to the north, fighting fiercely with the young men of the Gui Xi Tribe. Please, please go and save my brother..." Qianlan said anxiously, tears welling up in her eyes. She was determined not to survive alone, but if she went back alone, she would not be able to save her people. She could only hope that this person in front of her would lend a hand.

"I'm not a god," Chen Xun said coldly, "You have a trial iron badge. You should hurry to Canglan. After you have trained and become stronger, you can think about avenging your people..."

He saved Qianlan because he saw that she also knew the Great Peng Secret Fist. He guessed that she either studied under Greenwood Daoist or had some other connection, so he couldn't just stand by and do nothing.

And the Left Thorn Tribe's hidden intentions had not yet been accounted for. How could Chen Xun still have the goodwill to go and save people?

He had already used a precious Nine Yuan Nourishing Acupoint Pill in his battle with Lou Shiyi, which was a losing proposition. If Lou Shiyi joined forces with over a hundred Gui Xi Tribe members, and Chen Xun went to save them, it would be suicide.

"Why did you save me? Don't you want the trial iron badge I have?" Qianlan asked through gritted teeth.

Chen Xun didn't expect Qianlan to think he saved her for the trial iron badge in her possession. He said with a speechless smile, "I don't take trial iron badges from the young men of the Northern Mountains."

The quiver was empty, and Chen Xun regretfully took it off, burying it under the decaying leaves along with the iron-bow, to lighten his load before setting off again.

"Are you Chen Xun?" Qianlan asked through gritted teeth.

Chen Xun turned back in surprise, not knowing how Qianlan knew his name. But then he thought of something, and a cold sweat broke out on his back. He pulled Qianlan and ran northward into the mountains.

Lou Shiyi and over a hundred Gui Xi Tribe members were hunting the young men of the Northern Mountains along the way. Qianlan must have learned his name from Gu Jianfeng or Zong Ya.

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With every step, Chen Xun's feet glowed faintly, causing rocks to shatter and leaving several afterimages in the air. In the next moment, he landed twenty to thirty meters away, and his figure shot out like a cannonball, instantly covering a distance of a li.

Sensing the fierce battle in the dense forest ahead, Chen Xun found Qianlan to be a burden and left her behind halfway. He drew his black-sheathed long knife, stepped on the roots of a giant tree, and rushed forward at high speed.

Nearly two hundred people were trapped in a narrow valley, fighting fiercely.

On both sides were jagged rocks, and nearly two hundred people were fighting in the extremely narrow valley, one after another, with severed limbs, broken bones, and shattered stones and wood flying everywhere. It was so brutal and bloody that it was hard to imagine that those trapped in the valley, fighting to the death, were only fifteen or sixteen years old.

Chen Xun couldn't help but think that when he was fifteen or sixteen, he was just a naive middle school student.

Lou Shiyi had arrived at the battle a little earlier than Chen Xun, transforming into endless sword light, immediately breaking the balance of the battle and shattering the spear formation formed by Zuo Qiu and Gu Jianfeng.

Gu Feng was hit by the sword aura, his spear broke, and his arm was shattered. His body was thrown out by the impact, and he spat blood profusely in mid-air.

When Gu Jianfeng and Zuo Qiu saw Lou Shiyi arrive, they thought Qianlan had probably already been killed. Despair filled their hearts, knowing that with Lou Shiyi's addition, their fighting power had doubled, and their forty to fifty people would not survive this time.

However, just as Gu Feng was smashed to pieces against the rock wall, Chen Xun descended from the sky, reached out in mid-air, and caught Gu Feng, using his shoulder to absorb the immense force, and threw him to the back of the formation.

"Chen Xun! Chen Xun has come to save us!"

Seeing Chen Xun arrive at the critical moment like a heavenly deity, Zong Ling, who had been severely injured and retreated to the back of the formation, shouted excitedly, trying to stand up but spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Chen Xun had no time to tend to Zong Ling's injuries. Concealed in the knife aura, he rushed forward, filling the gap in the spear formation formed by Gu Jianfeng and Zuo Qiu, allowing Zong Ya, who was spitting blood, to retreat. He then engaged in battle with Lou Shiyi, whose sword aura was at its peak.

"You save some strength!" Zong Ya withdrew from the battle to rest, swallowed a bottle of Yuan-gathering paste, and gave the bottle to Zong Ling to help him heal.

Chen Xun saw that the young man standing next to Gu Jianfeng was indeed the one from the Left Thorn Tribe who he had shot an arrow at on Black Rock Peak. He didn't know why Gu Jianfeng and Zong Ya were with the Left Thorn Tribe.

In addition to the Left Thorn Tribe, there were many other young men from the Northern Mountains fighting alongside Gu Jianfeng.

They formed a conical formation with forty to fifty people, led by Gu Jianfeng and the young man from the Left Thorn Tribe. Before Lou Shiyi arrived, they barely managed to hold off the attack of the Gui Xi Tribe.

Chen Xun had only been separated from Gu Jianfeng for a few days, but now, holding a heavy spear, Gu Jianfeng's fighting style was not only fierce but also surprisingly agile.

Chen Xun noticed that Gu Jianfeng's strength hadn't increased much, but his spear movements were agile, indicating that he had advanced to the seventh level of Blood Change in just a few days.

Chen Xun thought it was no wonder that Gu Jianfeng and the young man from the Left Thorn Tribe could hold out for so long.

The narrow terrain was a significant factor, as the Gui Xi Tribe, despite their large numbers, couldn't fully deploy their fighting power.

Gu Jianfeng and Zong Ya didn't have this insight; the choice to ambush the Gui Xi Tribe's pursuers in this location might have been the idea of the young man from the Left Thorn Tribe.

With both sides receiving reinforcements, the battle became even more intense and difficult to resolve.

Lou Shiyi's sword aura was at its peak, and Chen Xun's addition to the battle did not weaken his fierce knife aura.

The knife aura spread, and a cold, mysterious aura enveloped the front of the formation.

Lou Shiyi practiced the Mystic Yin Power, which was unaffected by the extreme cold, but his fellow tribesmen found it hard to endure, their blood and qi stagnating, and their fierce attacks were weakened, giving the young men of the Northern Mountains an advantage.

Lou Shiyi was secretly alarmed. He hadn't noticed it before, but he didn't expect this little brat to have such profound knife aura. He didn't know what kind of cold power Chen Xun practiced, but it seemed to be much deeper than his own Mystic Yin Power.

What Lou Shiyi didn't know was that the profundity of Chen Xun's knife aura was due to his Mystic Cold Spirit Body. If he had practiced a cold power, its effectiveness would have been even greater.

Despite his young age, Lou Shiyi was ruthless and determined. He didn't let Chen Xun's strength overwhelm him and immediately intensified his sword aura, slashing with great force.

Protected by his fellow tribesmen, Lou Shiyi no longer held back. The Mystic Yin Power rotated at its fastest speed, and the Frosty Black Gold Sword extended its sword aura several meters, unstoppable, and came down with a fierce slash, aiming to sweep everything away.

Two young men from the Northern Mountains rushed out and were cut in half by the sword aura, their blood and flesh flying everywhere.

Chen Xun's scale armor was also split by the residual force of the sword aura, and several people around him were thrown by the air pressure, unable to withstand Lou Shiyi's attack.

Gu Jianfeng and Zuo Qiu were shocked and trembling. This boy from the Gui Xi Tribe looked only fourteen or fifteen years old, yet he was so powerful. How could they continue to fight?

Chen Xun's resolve was firm, knowing that this battle was a matter of life and death. He roared:

"Give me the heavy spear! Protect my left and right!"

Gu Jianfeng immediately handed the heavy spear to Chen Xun's right hand, switched to the black-sheathed long knife, and engaged in battle with Lou Shiyi, who was resting, preventing him from immediately targeting Chen Xun.

Seeing Gu Jianfeng's trust in Chen Xun, Zuo Qiu didn't hesitate and rushed over to protect Chen Xun from behind.

Chen Xun took the heavy spear, and above his soul sea, the Nine Abyss Barbarian Soul appeared, with boundless blood and qi surging out like a storm...

Before Chen Xun released the barbarian soul's aura, Lou Shiyi's soul was deeply shaken, feeling an incredibly fierce aura like the rage of the Nine Abyss Cold Hell.

The Nine Abyss Barbarian Soul!

The Gui Xi Tribe had been in conflict with the Black Python for many years. Although Lou Shiyi was only fourteen or fifteen, he had long known from his elders about the ferocity of the Nine Abyss War Spear.

Even wearing the Adamantine Mystic Armor, the always cautious Lou Shiyi still dodged behind a fellow tribesman, took out a pill, and swallowed it, thinking that as long as he avoided this move, his next attack would kill the three most troublesome people from the Northern Mountains.

In the next moment, Chen Xun's hands formed a lotus-shaped dark aura, and the heavy spear stabbed forward with incredible force. Even if it were an ancient dragon, this stab would pierce its scales.

Lou Shiyi couldn't describe the power of this stab. The extremely fierce aura almost extinguished his soul sea's divine fire. He felt the spear pierce through the body of the tribesman in front of him as if it were thin paper, and then it stabbed into his abdomen.

The Adamantine Mystic Armor worn by Lou Shiyi burst into a brilliant golden light but failed to stop the force of the stab. The Adamantine Mystic Symbol instantly shattered...

Lou Shiyi felt