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Liu Wei An couldn't hold on any longer after entering the formation. He plopped down on the ground, sweating profusely. He didn't even have the strength to lift a single finger.

The bow was a good bow, a platinum top grade weapon. It was the best weapon he had ever seen. However, even if the weapon was good, he would still need the strength to be worthy of it. He had to use all his strength, and was only able to draw back two points.

He had used up all his energy nine times to open the bow. If Zhang Yangjin had made his move, he would have been forced to run for his life. Zhang Yangjin's departure gave him the chance to turn the situation around.

"A person who takes the bow, how can he still have a future?" A dignified middle-aged man swept a glance over the crowd. Everyone felt a terrifying pressure bearing down on them and their necks shrank back.

"Master, after all, there is a fight between the Zhang Family and Yang Family. It is possible to delay for a little while." The one who spoke was a red-browed old man. His appearance was very similar to the black-faced old man that Liu Wei An killed. He should be a brother or something like that.

"Time waits for no one." The middle-aged man saw that the fruits on the tree were becoming fewer and fewer, and his brows were furrowed so that he couldn't relax. The pine cone can let people break through the shackles easily, he had already been delayed at the Gold realm for too long, and he had to break through soon, if not, there would be no place for him in the position of an expert.

However, no matter whether it was Crow or him, he was not someone he could deal with. Right now, this valley was being surrounded by his Qian Family. Once the other families got the news, there would be trouble. However, the most worrying thing was how to obtain the fruit. He hated being unable to cross the river, and even with his Gold rank pinnacle strength, he didn't dare to cross it.

However, he hated the fact that there were so many talented people in the Qian Family, yet there was not a single godly archer.

Of the more than two hundred pine cones, there were less than twenty left. These damned crows clearly didn't eat pine cones, but instead wanted to peck at meat.

"We're not waiting!" When there were only thirteen pine cones left, the middle-aged man could no longer sit still. He straightened his back and a powerful aura rose. Clouds moved in the sky, not daring to block them.

"Milord, but …" Redbrow was worried.

"There's no need to try and persuade me anymore. I've already made up my mind." The middle-aged man said in a deep voice. Red Beard did not dare to say anything else.

"Archers, prepare! Shoot!" The middle-aged man shouted coldly.

The archer, who had been preparing for a long time, shot the arrow in his hand. The ten arrows turned into ten bolts of lightning and shot up into the sky, and something strange happened. Right before they hit the pine cone, the arrow suddenly slowed down, as if it had lost all its strength. The tree was not even thirty meters tall, and even if a person could not shoot an arrow, as long as they had sufficient strength, they could reach such a height. The ten archers could tell at a glance that they were an expert in archery, but they couldn't even reach thirty meters.

Ding ding!

Five arrows, two of them shooting through the air, passed between the branches, and fell into the river of hate. Two of them hit the pine cone, but what was shocking was that the arrow hit the pine cone, and bounced off it like a piece of iron. The last arrow was the most powerful, but it hit the crow.

Gua!

The crow let out a startled cry. The sound was extremely unpleasant to hear. Everyone present, including the middle-aged man, couldn't help but raise their eyebrows.

Plop!

An archer fell without a sound.

"How did he die?" the middle-aged man asked.

"Sir, there are no wounds on your body." Red Beard said.

Middle-aged man narrowed his eyes as he looked up at crow for a few seconds: "Continue to shoot. You must shoot down the pine cone."

The nine archers didn't say a word and just aimed and fired. It was weird to say that they were aiming at the pine cone but missed their target the moment the arrow arrived. Three arrows fell, one hit Pine Fruit, three missed, and two hit the crow.

Gua! Gua!

The two crows cried out.

Plop! Plop!

Without saying a word, the two archers fell to the ground. Red Beard rushed over to check and found that they were dead. There were no wounds on his body at all.

The rest of the archers had fear on their faces but the middle-aged man's face was expressionless as he calmly said: "Shoot again!"

The archers suppressed their fear and continued to shoot. Two more people shot the crow and fell down. There were only five people left. The middle-aged man didn't seem to see the unease on their faces as he coldly spat out two words.

"Shoot again!"

It was unknown if it was due to his poor archery, but after this round of shooting, all the arrows missed him. He hadn't even touched the pine cone's skin, but had actually run into the crow.

Gugugugu!

Plop, plop, plop, plop, plop!

The five of them fell to the ground, motionless, their grey eyeballs still remaining with traces of fear and puzzlement. Middle-aged man's face twitched: "Call ten more archers and shoot until the fruit is shot down."

… ….

At the back of the mountain, on the road that they had to pass through, there were a lot of people. Waves after waves of people came, as if there were some kind of earth-shattering treasure that had appeared in the back mountain, attracting everyone.

One of them was a well-dressed young master who was exceptionally attractive. He was so good-looking that there were almost no flaws in him. His eyes were like stars, and when he smiled, it was as if the sky lit up.

He stood in front of the Fallen Immortal River, looking at the back of the mountain. The mountain was tall and deep, with an unfathomable depth. However, he gave off the impression that he was looking down from above, with his eyebrows raised, giving off a strong sense of confidence that everything in the world was under his control.

"Yin-yang imbalance, no wonder treasures can't be hidden, unearthed all at once." Suddenly, she shook her head and looked at the people who were swarming across the river. She said in a low voice that only one person could hear, "How many of these people will be able to return?"

Behind him were more than fifty followers. Every single one of them were emitting a terrifying aura. Those who crossed the river stayed far away, not daring to travel with him.

Just as they were about to board a giant boat to cross the river, a group of more than two hundred men came rushing in. Some of them were furious but when they looked back, the anger was gone. They obediently stepped aside to wait for the group to pass.

A large flag was raised high, indicating the identity of the team. Money!

This was the Qian Family's team.

"Out of the way, out of the way, out of the way! My Qian Family will be paying for this ferry." The two runners rushed to the front of the river, shouting and shouting. Their actions were similar to that of an imperial messenger. All they lacked was a signboard to clear the way.

"How overbearing, do you think this is your home?" A big fellow with a beard was furious. He pulled his hand behind him, and a noisy big axe appeared in his hand. The axe was heavy, weighing at least two hundred pounds.

"Lower your voice, this is the Qian Family's team!" His companion at the side was shocked and quickly pulled the big man away.

The Qian Clan's troops split apart to occupy the best position. A white-robed young man walked out with large strides, and the surrounding people surrounded him respectfully, displaying their noble standing.

"It's him!" As soon as the youth reached the ferry, he saw the young master Jia standing on the ship. The strong wind was howling and his clothes were fluttering. However, the young master Jia seemed to be nailed to the bow of the ship, not moving an inch. Huge black shadows would occasionally appear in the Immortal Pond River. On both sides of the bow, there were grass being thrown everywhere. The black shadows only ate the grass and didn't touch the boat; it looked like it was protecting the ship.

Sensing the commotion behind her, she turned around to take a look. The young man's face fell and he wanted to greet the young man, but he realized that the young man had already turned his head away. His face changed several times before regaining his composure as he spoke to the left and right, "Change the ferry."

"Young master, this ferry is the best." Puzzled, Zhang Xuan asked.

"I said change to a different crossing!" The man in white said coldly.

"Yes, change it immediately!" The spirits around him shivered and quickly went to arrange things.

When the Qian Family's fleet was crossing the river, no one noticed a little beggar dressed in a hundred mackintosh carrying a piece of driftwood. Half of his body was submerged in the water, and not only did he not die, he even caught a few fish in the water.

The Qian Family's team was clearly very familiar with the mountain at the back. After they went ashore, they went straight to the valley that they kept a tight grip on. At this time, Liu Wei An had just come out of the stalagmite formation.

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