After the cheers, one person flew down, picked up the body of the spirit beast that the young man had shot, and then caught up with the group again. At the front of the group was a group of hunting dogs with Dan-level cultivation, constantly chasing the spirit beasts.
In less than a cup of tea, eleven or twelve people were following the young man, carrying the corpses of spirit beasts on their shoulders.
As more and more spiritual beasts began to flee, it gradually affected most of the Duanjie Mountain. For a time, the eastern half of the Duanjie Mountain was filled with smoke and chaos.
"Stop!" At this moment, a stern shout rang out. Fang Jian turned his gaze and saw Hong Yuanhua, who was on patrol in the mountains, had flapped his wings and flew over, shouting at the young man.
The young hunting team did not stop because of the scolding, but still slowed down and looked at the flying Hong Yuanhua.
"Young Master! What a huge sky-high crane." A Yuanying realm follower behind him said as he looked at Hong Yuanhua getting closer and closer.
"It's still Chongxiao Tianhe from the Yangshen Realm!" Another Yuanying Realm follower also spoke.
Upon hearing this, the young man's eyes lit up with excitement. He immediately bent his bow, aimed at Hong Yuanhua's Sky-Rising Crane, and shouted, "Watch my archery skills! I'm going to kill it and take its feathers as a birthday gift for my father!"
After saying that, he bent the bow like a full moon, pulled the string like thunder, and with a shout, the white-feathered golden-shafted arrow suddenly flew towards Hong Yuanhua.
Hong Yuanhua felt his heart tighten, and heard the sound of a bowstring snapping in front of him, followed by an arrow flying straight towards his face. He was shocked and immediately flapped his wings, raising a torrential wind that swept towards the white-feathered, golden-stemmed arrow.
But the white-feathered, golden-shafted arrow pierced through the wind and arrived in front of Hong Yuanhua in the blink of an eye.
Hong Yuanhua was horrified and quickly stretched out a pair of sharp and tough crane claws, and with a "snap" sound, he grabbed the white-feathered golden-shaft arrow tightly.
But the white-feathered golden-shafted arrow was extremely powerful, and Hong Yuanhua's magic power was madly circulating on the crane's claws, but the sharp blade at the end of the arrow still pierced more than an inch into the chest of the flesh.
"Good archery!"
There was a sudden burst of cheers from the front, followed by the young man's wild and triumphant laughter.
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