"What did you do?" Yan Ziran looked at her and fired something into the sky. The sky she saw was completely covered by red fog. The whole sky seemed extremely strange, as if it was covered by blood.

"The person who looks for me!" Yan Qingyu did not deny it, but said it bluntly.

"Some of the Pojun clans have strong internal strength, while others have full destructive power... The only thing in common is that they do not have any breath on their bodies and can lie quietly in any place in the jungle, so we cannot act casually, but stand on time, set traps, and wait for the enemy to come." Yan Qingyu squatted beside Yan Ziran, carefully analyzing the current situation.

Yan Ziran nodded: "I think so too."

Yan Qingyu reached out and gently pressed Yan Ziran's chest, saying, "The breath on a person's body can be hidden with medicine, but the rhythm of his heartbeat cannot be controlled. Will your person listen to the voice and defend his position?"

"Try to listen to the rhythm of your heartbeat along the air, and you will find that everything in the air has its own unique rhythm, while the heartbeat is the strongest and most powerful." Yan Qingyu thought about what she learned in her previous life, which was taught by her commander.

When he was eleven years old, he was personally brought into the palace by the commander and became a member of the royal secret guard. He was personally taught the assassination technique by the commander.

Yan Ziran listened to Yan Qingyu's words and slowly closed his eyes. He was also a killer, so he quickly integrated it, closed the five senses and left his hearing alone, but found that all kinds of sounds came from the air, but the sound of the heartbeat was the strongest and powerful, as if thunder was passing through his mind.

Yan Ziran suddenly opened her eyes, her eyes showing a hint of surprise, "It's really OK."

Yan Qingyu's eyes became particularly complicated, "This is the art of assassination. Brother, if there is no genius in this world, can you be a killer?"

Yan Ziran's eyes flashed, "That's right!"

Yan Qingyu originally wanted to say something, she felt the faint waves from the air. If it were before, she would not have noticed it at all, but since Si Yucheng's internal strength remained in her body, her facial features have improved.

I felt the turbulence from the air very keenly, otherwise there would be a breath of existence and non-existence, which would be the beating of a heart that a person would never be able to hide.

"enemy!"

Yan Qingyu looked at the direction, Yan Ziran suddenly waved her hand, pulled the trigger mercilessly, and the bullet shot towards the air.

A Pojun tribe fell from the tree.

Yan Ziran pulled Yan Qingyu, "You don't have to do it, tell me their direction."

Yan Qingyu closed her eyes... The dense spots of light disappeared in front of her eyes, and her front eyes suddenly turned into darkness, but the hearing in her ears increased infinitely. She pointed her hand in one direction, and Yan Ziran's muzzle was aimed at that direction. After a few shots, a Pojun tribe was hit in the center.

Lost news.

Yan Ziran found that Yan Qingyu was very familiar with the lurking of these enemies. She was particularly surprised and quickly issued an order, and everyone had to keep their troops in motion.

Only he and Yan Qingyu were the only ones to deal with the enemy lurking in the dark.

He pulled Yan Qingyu into the grass, Yan Ziran hugged her waist with one hand to protect her, and secretly sniped the other in the grass with the other hand, and then quickly moved the direction.

Four or five people with extremely high lurking abilities were solved by Yan Ziran, and he was hiding behind the rockery and replaced with bullets.

Yan Qingyu looked at him.

"Your weapon is really strong."

"Thank you for your compliment!" Yan Ziran calmed down his heartbeat slightly.

The enemies in the dark no longer approached them, as if they were on guard.

Yan Ke was particularly surprised when she received the news. The people she trained were very proficient in lurking, and ordinary people could not find out at all. What's going on?

"Appointment, a long dragon, no dispersion, force the mice to the top of the mountain!" Yan Ke's eyes were cold, and she wanted to see what these mice hiding in the dark looked like.

Yan Qingyu and Yan Ziran retreated while always feeling something was wrong. It was obvious that the other party was no longer as dispersed as before, but gathered together at a very fast speed.

Seeing this, Yan Ziran had to fight hard.

There are not many people in him, but each of them is an elite. From zero to nine, the names of these ten people are also the special forces he personally trained to compare with the special forces in his previous life. They go up the mountain and go down the sea, grab them close by, and kill them from a distance, and all of them are excellent.

They all have the ability to protect themselves when facing the Pojun clan. Although they have already had their own lottery, one person died and a group of people were forced to the top of the mountain, Yan Ke appeared slowly.

When Yan Ke saw her daughter being with Yan Qingyu, she raised her eyebrows: "Huh? Daughter, who is he?"

Yan Qingyu said nothing.

Yan Ziran took a step forward, her eyes with a faint chill, "Yan Ke!"

"It's me, but I don't remember you." Yan Ke said very seriously. She had no impression of the young man in front of her, and when the man looked at her, she obviously had a hatred look.

Some look familiar.

"Then do you still remember An Qingrou?" Yan Qingyu held the gunpowder in her hand behind her one hand.

"An Qingrou?" Yan Ke tilted his head slightly, the name was very familiar.

"Master's Lady!" Yan Qingyu reminded.

"Oh, it's her!" Yan Ke then remembered, looked at Yan Ziran in front of him for a while, and suddenly said in surprise: "You are An Jingrou's son? It's really like... So that's it. If you can find my existence, you mean you are very good."

Yan Ke said it right from the bottom of his heart. When An Qingrou died, he was only about one year old and could not have the memory of the time.

Being able to find her head means this person's ability.

"Why do you want to kill my mother?"

"I never touched the blood on my hands. I didn't kill your mother!" Yan Ke bit her finger gently, with a trace of memories at her eyes. She turned her head and said lightly: "Speaking of this, An Jingrou is a very gentle person, but unfortunately she saw something she shouldn't see, so she could only die."

Yan Ke didn't say that he saw something he didn't dare to see.

"So, you let An Mi marry her?" Yan Ziran's eyes flashed through darkness, murderous intent, murderous intent.

"Haha... haven't you found the answer? Why do you want to avenge your mother?" Yan Ke's eyes flashed with a cold luster behind her hands, and she said, "You are really beyond my expectations, and I have never liked accidents, so you can die here!"

"Oh, by the way, daughter, do you choose to die or follow me?"

Yan Qingyu stood behind Yan Ziran, her eyes frozen in cold weather, and she sneered, "I neither choose to die nor follow you, but choose... to kill you!"

"Hahaha... the third way? Not bad, I deserve to be my daughter!" Yan Ke suddenly smiled, and then smiled, "Take it, kill it all!"

After hearing the order, the people from the Pojun clan rushed towards Yan Qingyu and the others, and they were extremely cruel and cruel. They faced hundreds of people against more than ten people, and they were both lost and won, but the result was already destined.

Yan Ziran was too impatient when trading with Yan Ke, but instead was followed by the other party and lost the opportunity.

Yan Ziran pulled Yan Qingyu back, staring at the people of the Pojun clan who were moving forward step by step, his eyes were full of coldness... curled his lips and grinned.

Boom! Rumble...

Somewhere the people of the Pojun clan stepped on, there were thunderstorms one after another, and dozens of people were instantly blown away in high school, their bodies were split into pieces and fragments pierced into their bodies.

More than a dozen or twenty people died on the spot. The loud voice made everyone lie on the ground, looking at Bai Wu dizzyly.

Yan Qingyu was extremely surprised.

One blow!

The things Yan Ziran made were killed by more than 20 powerful members of the Pojun clan on the spot, and there were no complete corpses.

Yan Ziran's chest was also pricked by fragments. Yan Qingyu was pushed when she remembered the thunder. It turned out that Yan Ziran blocked the fragment for her?

"you……"

"It seems that it's a bit troublesome." The gunpowder he finally made can only kill so many people, and everything is at its limit.

Yan Ke looked at all this in shock, and her elite tribe killed more than twenty people in just one blow, and she couldn't believe it.

A powerful hidden weapon that the Pojun clan doesn’t know about?

"He, this patriarch is going to live!" Yan Ke's eyes were filled with excitement. If he could know the recipe from Yan Ziran's mouth, he would be one step closer to revenge.

Yan Ziran's face became paler and whiter, and the wound on her chest seemed to be unable to stop, a large amount of blood flowed out, and the blood stained her clothes red.

Yan Qingyu looked at the scene where Yan Ziran's men were seriously injured and stuck in front of her, and she was a little worried.

A Pojun tribe rushed over. When Yan Ziran and Yan Qingyu were talking, a red figure flashed by, stabbed in from the back of the tribe with a sword, and then pressed down forcefully.

"Red Raider!" Yan Qingyu breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the appearance of Red Raider.

The Tiansilk in Ziyu's hand wrapped around a body that wanted to pounce on him, and then pulled it back with force. The strong Tiansilk was like a sharp sword, cutting off the man's body in the waist.

Ziyu walked to Yan Qingyu's side and tore open the collar of his chest. When he saw a bleeding wound, Yanziran looked at Tian Jiansi in Ziyu's hand and suddenly said: "Stuck the wound, hurry up, I have to hurt the artery, and I must immediately suppress the bleeding!"

Sew it straight?

This was the first time Yan Qingyu heard this method of stopping bleeding, but before he could he hesitate, he nodded at Ziyu. Ziyu put a piece of Tianjiansi and waved away the enemy who rushed over from behind to protect her.

The internal force controlled the silk of Tianshang quickly sewed Yan Ziran's flesh and blood. Although Yan Ziran was in pain, she still endured it.

Yan Ke looked at Ziyu and Chi Rabbit with suspicion, but the witch's family members served for Yan Qingyu now. Isn't it too strange?

"Class leader, it's not good. A strange man appears down the mountain. He is extremely powerful and he is directly killed!"

Yan Ke frowned as he listened to the report of his tribe, and said unhappily: "I am just a person with great strength, what are you afraid of?"

Before Yan Ke finished speaking, he saw a tall man rushing over with muscles all over his body, holding a member of the Pojun tribe and smashing it hard. The tree was broken and the human body was also broken.

Seeing this, the muscular man grabbed the man's head with one hand and the waist with the other, lifting him up.

Then raise your knees and hit someone on his knees...

The man didn't scream, and his body was broken with a strange fracture.

The muscle man threw the body in his hand, swept the tiger's eyes around, and found that there was no one he remembered. He shouted: "Where is my master?"
Chapter completed!