peerless teacher

The aborigines shouted and shot a volley of arrows.

"Since the sneak attack is not good, let's be tough!"

The corner of Sun Mo's mouth twitched: "Little Yinzi, sprint!"

Chapter 963 I admit that I underestimated him!

The high altitude wind is strong, and the requirements for archers are higher.

But before the aborigines could shoot the second arrow, Xiao Yinzi carried Sun Mo and rushed past him like lightning.

Swish!

Sun Mo didn't even swing his sword, but just put the long sword horizontally, and slashed across the neck of the native.

call out!call out!

Arrows shot down from above.

Little Yinzi flew away, and at this moment, the killed native's head tilted to the side and fell, and then a fountain of blood shot up into the sky.

"I feel like a European medieval knight, riding a hedge duel!"

Sun Mo laughed at himself.

It can be regarded as a relief. After all, killing people is always uncomfortable.

Little Yinzi also seemed to like this tactic, and after drawing an arc, he faced the beanstalk again, preparing for the next round of charge.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Sun Mo hurriedly stopped it.

My darling, the green-skinned natives have bows and arrows in their hands, do you think I'm not dying fast enough if you charge so hard?

On Sun Mo's back, there was also a bow and arrow that he had snatched, but it was too close just now, and he didn't have time to shoot the arrow, but now it's different, and he can operate it calmly.

"I don't believe that these natives are stronger than me, Jebe!"

Sun Mo was not in a hurry, and slowly raised his bow and arrow, which was to deliberately put psychological pressure on the other party.

The natives yelled loudly, and they didn't know whether they were cursing or greeting their companions, but they were very courageous.

Seeing Sun Mo nodding his arrows, they did not dodge or evade, and started shooting at each other.

call out!call out!call out!

Although the high altitude is windy, which greatly affects the accuracy, the green-skinned aborigines have been hunting for a living, and they don't need to try shooting. Just look at the deflection of the arrows of their companions, and they will probably know how to get ahead.

It's a pity that Little Yinzi flew out of range, making them helpless.

"Brother Lin, what should I do?"

"My ancestors, this guy actually has a cloud?"

"What should I do? If this continues, I will die!"

The natives shouted, a trace of tension and fear surfaced on their faces, and even one of them started to slide down the beanstalk.

"Come up!"

Sun Mo ordered immediately.

Swish!

Bamen Jinsuoyun was as fast as lightning, dragging a silver tail, and rushed down.

call out!call out!call out!

The fleeing natives were shooting arrows, but they were moving at high speed and the ground was not flat, so the hit rate was very poor, and seeing Sun Mo getting closer, it became more and more anxious.

Suddenly, its hand reaching for the quiver froze, because it was empty.

Arrows were used up.

"Bye-Bye!"

As Sun Mo spoke, he shot an arrow,

puff!

The arrow was like flying flowers, understatement, pierced the native's head, nailed it to the beanstalk, and then, sitting on the little silver, he flew up slowly.

The natives stopped talking, with a look of despair on their faces.

Seeing this scene, Mu Qianlin's scalp became numb.

This human actually has a cloud that can fly?

What's even more frightening is, why does it fly so fast?

Mu Qianlin is one of the top five sharpshooters in the tribe. He can shoot birds in the sky with his eyes closed, so when he climbed up, he had already considered it.

Even if Sun Mo has a big bird mount, he is not afraid, he can shoot it, but this cloud is really too fast.

This was beyond Mu Qianlin's cognition.

Shoot me down a cloud?

Isn't this bullshit?

Of course, the most terrifying thing is not this, but this human being, why is his archery so superb?In the tribe, it can be ranked in the top twenty.

It is enough to kill people.

Mu Qianlin also thought about it before, Sun Mo has a mount, what should he do?

If you can't hit him, you will retreat in groups. Anyway, your side has long-range weapons, and the opponent can fly and dare not get close, but now, all plans are in vain.

"Brother Lin, what should I do?"

There are natives who are anxious.

"..."

Mu Qianlin is silent, what can I do?

I am also very desperate!

You said that you are so good at archery, why don't you get a bow, you are obviously a wolf with a big tail, pretending to be a squirrel!

If I see you carrying a longbow, I will definitely consider my actions carefully and make countermeasures.

Hey!

Don't blame yourself for being weak, just blame the enemy for being too black-bellied!

Just as Mu Qianlin was distracted, another native was shot and killed without a scream, and fell directly from the beanstalk.

Because Sun Mo sealed his throat with an arrow, the accuracy was terrifying, so naturally he stopped screaming.

"Wait for him to approach and shoot!"

Mu Qianlin ordered.

A group of natives hurriedly stood firm on the bean leaves, ready to set fire.

Sun Mo is approaching!

"shoot!"

Mu Qianlin didn't make a move, but waited for Sun Mo to dodge the wave of arrows before killing him.

call out!

The arrows were as fast as thunder, and they were obviously shot with kung fu.

Sure enough, after it shot in front of Sun Mo, it exploded directly, turning into dozens of spiritual energy arrows, and drowning Sun Mo.

"what!"

Sun Mo screamed and fell off the cloud.

"died!"

The natives cheered.

"I am the strongest hunter of the Green Mist Tribe."

With a smile on the corner of Mu Qianlin's mouth, he looked at the cloud, this is a good thing, how did he get it?

Its eyes are full of possessiveness.

call out!call out!call out!

A wave of arrows roared from bottom to top, nailing the natives.

"Be careful, he's not... dead!"

He was shot before he finished chanting some indigenous words.

"hide!"

Mu Qianlin roared loudly, and quickly hid behind the beanstalk. At this moment, the hairs all over his body stood on end, trembling extremely.

This human being is too cunning.

He pretended to be shot in order to let his side relax and facilitate his sneak attack.

Soon, Little Yinzi caught up with the fallen Sun Mo, caught him, and flew up again with him.

"Hey, I'm not dead, are you disappointed?"

Sun Mo teased.

The remaining five aborigines had already lost their temper after being tortured by Sun Mo.

"By the way, I faked my death not to find an opportunity to sneak attack you, but purely to tease you."

Sun Mo showed a friendly smile with eight white teeth towards Mu Qianlin: "How is it? Are you angry?"

"Go to hell!"

Mu Qianlin roared, shooting long arrows like shooting stars.

Swish!

Without Sun Mo's orders, Xiao Yinzi flew away with Sun Mo.

"Brother Lin, think of a way!"

"This guy's archery skills are too good, right? He's almost as good as Brother Lin."

Hearing the words of the two clansmen, Mu Qianlin, who was extremely proud, was furious. I was in the top five, while he was in the top twenty.

Well, I admit that I underestimated him, top ten!

Just when this thought flashed through his mind, an arrow struck, obviously aimed at the native on the left, but suddenly changed direction and pierced into the head of the native on the right.

Pfft!

The aborigine who walked before the gate of hell, his legs softened, and he knelt on the ground.

"Archery technique?"

Mu Qianlin's eyes widened, his mouth felt parched, his last hope was shattered, and he could see from his eyesight that the archery used by this human was very strong.

Then the question is simple, what next is surrender?Or surrender?

Chapter 964 Calling Dad for mercy!

It is too humiliating and shameless to surrender.

Not to mention the tribal honor, even Mu Qianlin couldn't accept it personally. He is the top ten warrior in the tribe and a strong man in the Qianshou realm.

Now not only to surrender to an invader?And it's still a rookie who is several times weaker than himself?

God, I really can't do it!

If the tribal people knew about this, Mu Qianlin would never even think about raising his head.