King of Consciousness

Only by stepping into the innate realm can one become a true warrior on the mainland.

The other Orions are all in the sixth or seventh level of body refining, and Huzi and the others are all in the third or fourth level of body refining.

But he himself is the lowest being, and has always been in the first skin refining stage of the body refining stage.

He started practicing Qi into the body at the age of six. But his cultivation has always stayed at the first level of the body refining stage, and he has made no progress in the past six years.

However, what is strange is that Huzi and the others are obviously two or three levels higher than him in cultivation, but every time they compete, they are often defeated by his men.

"Mo'er, how about I send two people to escort you back?" Qin Dazhuang saw his son's painful look and touched his head again.

"Hey, there's a blood-haired wild boar on the right."

At this time, Huzi's father suddenly shouted, and everyone hurriedly followed the sound.

They saw an animal with blood-colored fur, four hooves, and two protruding tusks, turning out from behind a towering tree and running toward them, grunting.

"Everyone, hurry up and find a place to hide. Leave the rest to me."

Qin Dazhuang had no time to ask Qin Mo at this time and quickly asked everyone to find a place to hide.

At Qin Dazhuang's order, the hunters immediately dispersed in an orderly manner, and then each found a place to hide.

"Ho! You beast, come to me if you can."

Qin Dazhong roared, and then quickly took off a machete from his body.

"Huh," the blade of the knife shook, and then he held the knife in both hands and stood in the middle, facing the blood-haired wild boar.

He wanted to attract the attention of the blood-haired wild boar and create hunting opportunities for other hunters.

"Whoosh!"

The sound of a bowstring sounded, and an arrow was seen whistling and shooting towards the blood-haired wild boar. With a "pop" sound, it hit the blood-haired wild boar's back.

Unfortunately, even its skin was not punctured, and it fell weakly to the ground covered with a thick layer of dead branches and leaves.

"Don't stop, continue!"

Suddenly Qin Dazhuang roared again. Then he said hello to his companions who were scattered behind the trees and mounds nearby.

Turning his head, he found that Qin Mo was still standing behind him, so he quickly said to him: "Mo'er, find a place to hide quickly. This beast is probably not more than five or six hundred kilograms. It is extremely powerful and difficult to deal with."

Qin Mo was holding a long thick branch that he picked up from somewhere as a weapon.

At this time, he felt that the pain in his head was gone, and he quickly stood up from the ground, staring closely at the blood-haired wild boar running in front of him.

Although I was a little nervous, I still said firmly: "Dad, I'm fine, I'm fine."

"Whizzing,"

At this time, other hunters were also ready. All of them, including bows, arrows, spears, stones, etc., were all trying to attack the blood-haired wild boar.

The blood-haired wild boar screamed in pain. At the same time, it also stimulated the ferocity in its body, making it come faster.

"Mo'er, quickly find a place to hide."

After Qin Dazhuang said a word, he held the knife in both hands and took the initiative to greet the blood-haired wild boar.

"Bah!"

The moment he and the blood-haired wild boar were about to come into contact, there was another loud shout and he slashed directly at the blood-haired wild boar.

"clang!"

There was a harsh sound of metal friction, and Qin Dazhuang's long knife collided with the blood-haired wild boar's tusks.

Qin Dazhuang only felt that the tiger's mouth was numb and his hands were about to burst. Suddenly, "thump, thump," it retreated more than ten feet, and the blood-haired wild boar was also knocked back a few steps.

At this time, the other hunters also slowly moved forward, and they gradually formed an encirclement.

As soon as he got the chance, he would greet it with the bow and arrow or spear in his hand, but the young men would still stay where they were.

The blood-haired wild boar seemed to have identified Qin Dazhuang and did not attack anyone else.

I saw it clawing at the ground with its four paws, staring at Qin Dazhuang with a pair of blood-red eyes, and kept panting.

Qin Dazhuang did not dare to be careless at all. He also watched every move of the blood-haired wild boar, and the situation became a bit confrontational.