As soon as he left the cup space, Meng Fan appeared in a prosperous forest. The brown shrub was half a meter high, and the tall and towering Zhang wood was vigorous and powerful. The vigorous and powerful roots were rooted underground like a dragon. In this prosperous forest, the Zhang wood was widely and half a meter thick, and no one could surround him. Many towering Zhang wood were lush and leaves, and two or three could not surround him.

Meng Fan's vitality is now severely damaged, and the golden elixir in his body is sealed. The strength he can now be used as that of a cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage. In this deep mountain forest, Meng Fan's spiritual consciousness is also greatly bound, and he can reach hundreds of feet away. It is a bit difficult to go far away. If he insists on giving it, he will overdraw his energy. In this unknown dense forest, Meng Fan dares not collide. Now he just wants to find a local area with someone to understand the situation here, so that he can decide how to go next.

Walking in the lush forest, Meng Fan seemed listless. As soon as he left the magic pot space, Meng Fan walked for several miles, but he had not encountered a living creature nearby, and even if he had not encountered any ordinary beast. Without wild beasts or low-level monsters, it would be extremely difficult for Meng to recover the energy he had spent.

"Damn it, it's strange, why is there no wild beast? What's going on when I fall to the ground?" Meng Fan couldn't help but curse in a low voice.

In fact, what Meng Fan didn't know was that the powerful divine thoughts of the three masters of the Nascent Soul Stage, Wanqide, Han Zhanlong, and Zitong Zhenjun, were constantly scanning nearby. The nearby monsters had already been touching the scene, or they were hiding in their nests and unwilling to come out. In addition, the area where Meng Fan was now located is an area where worldly people live, and all the nearby wild beasts were captured by nearby residents. Meng Fan could see the truth there!

No matter how much you scold, you still have to go. Feeling the strong spiritual energy in the dense forest ahead, low-level monsters will appear in the area where the strong spiritual energy are relatively strong. Feeling the abnormality ahead, Meng Fan ran towards the dense forest with joy.

Just as Meng Fan ran towards the dense forest with strong vitality, in the dense forest, the hunters nearby returned from hunting. A group of three people, two middle-aged men with upper bodies and a young man in animal skins, about twelve or thirteen years old, traveling from the dense forest.

"Hey, there is something!" Because Meng Fan's vitality was severely damaged, the distance to exploration of his divine mind was limited, but his perception was still good. When he heard the footsteps coming from the dense forest in the distance, he thought there was something dynamic, and he suddenly exclaimed, his energy was shocked, and his feet suddenly kicked to the ground, like a lively ape, and soon jumped onto a tree and hid.

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"Uncle Zhiming! Today's prey is really abundant! I actually hunted this mutant oil pig and sold it in the town. I will definitely be able to sell it at a good price."

"That's right! I don't know what happened! Recently, all the ferocious beasts in the Dongpo forest have been hiding. We have only achieved such a good harvest today. I don't know when such a good day can continue."

"Yes! There are many preys in the Dongpo forest. This time we explored and found that there were no ferocious mutant beasts in the Dongpo forest. When we returned to the village, we organized a large-scale hunting activity, and we had to take the opportunity to hunt more. If all the ferocious beasts here come back, the Dongpo forest will become a dangerous place again." Not long after Meng Fan hid, there were footsteps intermittently from the forest, and the three of them spoke in succession.

"Someone, there are people in this dense forest. The original dense forest is called Dongpolin! All the monsters here have been hidden. This must be the strong divine thoughts of the True Lord of Yuanying who scared them away." Listening to the intermittent voices coming from the distance, Meng Fan heard a lot of useful information from it, and also understood why there were no monsters here, and he couldn't help but murmur.

"Who, who is it?" Just as Meng Fan relaxed, he accidentally broke a branch beside him. The three-person hunting team in the Dongpo Forest also arrived at the big tree where Meng Fan was addressed. As a hunter, his perception was appropriate and keen. The middle-aged man with a black face, a ferocious claw mark on his chest suddenly threw the big oil pig on his back to the ground, staring at the big tree above his head with a look of alertness and shouting.

As soon as Li Zhiming was in progress, Li Zhipeng behind him also threw the deer on his body to the ground and stared at the top of his head with a cautious look on his face. As for the twelve or thirteen-year-old boy, he also followed suit and stared at the surroundings with a short shining cold dagger in his hand. The clever black-eyed bead stared at the surroundings with a curious glance, looking a little childish. His cheeks, which looked a little thin, were covered with tenderness, and he had just come out to hunt for a while, and he looked unhappy.

"Don't misunderstand, two uncles, I'm just lost by chance! I heard the footsteps of you, thinking that there was something wrong, and I hid on this big tree." Meng Fan couldn't help but say, hearing the middle-aged man's shout.

"It's already a misunderstanding, it's better not to be a vicious beast. This little brother would like to show up and see us. We just have to go back to the village and we can walk together." The middle-aged man heard Meng Fan's voice. This must be a human being, but his accent was not a local accent. No matter what accent he had, he just needed to be a beast that ate humans, and he couldn't help but say.

When Meng Fan heard this, he jumped quietly from the tree and stopped two feet in front of the middle-aged man. Then he looked at the three people in front of him with a curious look on his face. The three people in front of him also looked at Meng Fan with a sharp look, and no one spoke for a while.

"Big brother, why are your face so pale! Are you injured?" The little boy was still about to break the silence. Seeing Meng Fan's face pale and a little scary, he couldn't help but raise his tender cheeks and asked Meng Fan.

"Well... I was injured a little before, and I was bleeding too much. Although the injury was healed, it hurts the vitality, so it became the current ghost posture. Oh! By the way, I don't know what you call me, but I'm not talented. "Meng Fan said as he heard this. He said with permission.

"Brother, how did you hurt you? Was it hurt by hunting? Then you must have encountered that ferocious beast! My name is Chen Shengyu, these two are my clan uncles."

"This little brother, my name is Li Zhiming!"

"My name is Li Zhipeng!" When I heard Meng Fan's inquiry, the little boy Li Meng couldn't help but volunteered to Meng Fan. The two high-end middle-aged men also volunteered to Meng Fan one by one. The two ends just informed each other of their names and met.

"It's originally Uncle Zhiming and Uncle Zhipeng! Can you meet you here really have auspicious stars? Can you tell me about the situation here?" Meng Fan heard this, and gave a greeting to him, and then said.

"Little brother, your name is Meng Fan, let's call you Meng Fan! This place is not a place to talk, let's talk while walking!"

"Okay, I just can't rest. I just came to your village to bother you." Meng Fan smiled when he heard this.

While speaking, Li Zhiming carried the oil pig on the ground from his head to his back, gave Meng Fan a hand gesture, and then stepped forward.

While speaking, Meng Fan knew that this forest was called Dongpolin, a dangerous place in the nearby Hanshui Village. There were mutated ferocious beasts appearing all year round. The mutated beasts they mentioned were the low-level monsters in Meng Fan’s mouth. There was a large town nearby, Jiangyin Town, and a big city, Malong City. Because they were born and raised, they had never left Malong City. As for the state Meng Fan asked, they knew it was called Fuzhou. According to Meng Fan’s understanding, this Malong City must be a small city, which is smaller than Qiushui City that Meng Fan had visited when he was a child. There were no high-level monks at all, and at most they were low-level monks in the Qi Refining Stage.

Hanshui Village is a small village in Jiangyin Town. It has a small population, only forty or fifty families, with a population of nearly 200. However, 80% of the residents in the village are good hunters. Affected by conditions, children aged twelve, three or four, like Chen Shengyu, have to come out to hunt.

Looking at Chen Shengyu, who was a little thin in front of him, Meng Fan seemed to be back in childhood, clamoring to hunt. The scenes of childhood were constantly recalling in his mind. Meng Fan felt very warm. After understanding what he wanted to know, he did not leave this small village immediately, but stayed in Hanshui Village. Because Meng Fan knew that such ordinary days would not be present as long as he entered the cultivation world. It was also this time that he was injured and was chased by the True Lord of the Nascent Soul, otherwise he would not be in trouble, nor would he know Chen Shengyu and the others. He would not know that there were many people fighting wild animals for their livelihood in this Big 6.

The villagers of Hanshui Village were very hospitable. The strange visitor of Meng Fan was not as unpredictable as Meng Fan dreamed of, but seemed very simple. When they learned that Meng Fan was injured, the villagers with relatively wealthy families even took out salt bacon to entertain Meng Fan.

Chen Shengyu was also an orphan. His parents died since childhood. His physical condition was somewhat similar to Meng Fan. The difference is that Chen Shengyu's father was hunting in Dongpolin and was torn by a wild beast, while his mother died of illness two years after his father himself. Chen Shengyu was ten years old and lived alone. Meng Fan, and his parents died tragically at the mouth of the monsters, which was much more tragic than Chen Shengyu. Because the two can be said to be connected to the same disease, Meng Fan lived in Chen Shengyu's house.
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