In this open area he felt free like a bird.
I am only at the fourth rank of the martial path and have such feeling. If I surpass the ninth rank, will I be able fly? Zhao Feng thought excitedly.
Half an hour later, Zhao Feng finally reached Sky Cloud Forest.
The endless forest looked like the open mouth of a deadly beast. No one knows what lies at the deepest parts of Sky Cloud Forest. All Zhao Feng knew was that the further one went, the more likely one was to met deadly beasts. Opportunities and danger intertwined with each other.
Zhao Feng cautiously scanned the area with his left eye for signs of unknown beasts. He occasionally met a few strong deadly beasts and flew thirty miles out.
Zhao Feng took out his silver bow and put his Inner Strength into it. The string started to tremble with power.
Sou----
One silver arrows shot through the forest and hit a two-hundred kg wild pig, two-hundred metres out.
Tonk!
The arrow blasted through the pig’s eye and head, spraying blood everywhere. It struggled for a while before falling down. The two-hundred kg pig would be a tough feat if fought head on by cultivators of the third rank.
Zhao Feng didn’t pick up the pig’s corpse. He was just practising his skills with the bow. His real target was wild beasts. Only by killing wild beasts would he gain the silver he needed for cultivation resources.
“The power of this silver bow is not bad. Every arrow’s strength is on par with the full strength hit of a fourth rank within three hundred steps. My arrows also have poison coated on them. If I hit a vital spot it is the same damage as a fifth ranker.” Zhao Feng was very pleased with himself. Being an archer, Zhao Feng’s killing and surviving rate was very high.
“Clap, clap, clap….. Not bad, not bad. I never thought my target this time would be an archer.”