Fog Survival

"Is this... Qi Yuan?"

Several figures stopped in place, looking at the figure in the air in shock.

"I didn't expect that you have become so much stronger in just a few days."

"Can a perfect survivor reach this level? It's almost out of the scope of human beings!"

"..."

As everyone watched, in the primeval forest at the bottom, another person rushed out and stood on a towering branch.

An old voice sounded, like the cry of a crow, revealing a cruel and bloody breath: "Little boy, you asked for this. If you don't accept the toast, don't blame the old man for being rude!"

Qi Yuan did not show any weakness, and there was a golden light flashing in his eyes, which was like a star in the night sky through the mask made of bones.

The dragon scale ghost python armor on his body, when pushed with all his strength, showed a rare level of pressure, and a faint shadow of a horned Yin Ridge python was faintly surrounding him.

Cold words rang out in the air: "A bunch of rats from the stinking ditch, dreaming of living another life! Stupid delusion!"

As soon as the voice fell, Qi Yuan suddenly possessed him, and rushed directly towards the old man with unparalleled speed.

The energy of both sides burst out, and the frost aura spread wantonly in the air, like an ice-blue firework, but the terrifying momentum made everyone step back a few steps.

As if a meteorite hit the earth, after a blow, the surrounding trees were completely smashed into powder and dissipated in the air, forming a large amount of dust, covering the battle.

Daniel came from a distance, and after seeing this scene, he immediately asked anxiously: "Is Lord Qi fighting? What's the situation?"

Irene, who was standing next to him, stared at the distance with cold eyes, without any intention of replying.

Seeing this situation, Daniel was not embarrassed and looked at Heather on the other side.

Heather looked gentle, but also very serious, and replied: "I don't know, this level of fighting is beyond my cognition."

Bar Qi was very confused: "What happened? How did it turn out like this?"

Everyone looked at him in doubt and did not answer this question.

In a corner, Tim walked to Zhang Zhongyue and said to himself: "Qi Yuan is not an impulsive person! He is not a hot-blooded young man, how could he fight such a meaningless fight?"

Zhang Zhongyue glanced at him and replied weakly: "Who told you? You are an ambitious young man. For the great cause of the country, you are willing to sacrifice your life and forget your own death. You are a role model for our generation."

Tim opened his eyes in disbelief: "You mean you?"

"Is there a problem?"

"If you are an ambitious young man, can you rob your aunt? Even your daughter is taken in."

Zhang Zhongyue turned his head in surprise and gossiped in a low voice: "Is it true or not? Don't bluff me! This kid has a girlfriend!"

Tim sighed and shook his head: "Tim never lies!"

"Good kid, you really have the style of being a king!"

Tim: "???"

Tim was too lazy to argue and asked seriously: "Is it a real fight or a fake fight?!"

"I don't know, who can tell?" As he spoke, Zhang Zhongyue fiddled with the "Mist Survival Book", aimed at the battle, and recorded all the scenes.

Then he said slowly: "Whether it is true or false, it is up to you to decide."

Hearing this answer, Tim nodded thoughtfully. Although he was confused, he didn't know where to start.

When the smoke dissipated, the old man stood on the ground with his waist bent, a trace of blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth, and his face was a little pale.

Qi Yuan also retreated a few meters, his face covered by armor, no emotion could be seen.

After a while, the old man gritted his teeth and said: "Little boy, your strength is indeed very strong. But we are from the ancient times after all. Can you stop me alone, and can you stop everyone behind you?"

Qi Yuan snorted coldly and said: "This is our era after all. All the old and rotten things should be cleaned up!

The arrogant voice echoed in the air and reached everyone's ears, as if it was loudspeaker, clear and audible!

"I hope you can always have this confidence! I also hope that the super gathering place can have such confidence as you. "

"Hahaha, the survivors of the human race are all dragons and phoenixes among people. What is there to fear for a mere little one? "

"Humph, then wait!"

The old man turned around without any hesitation and walked north, quickly disappearing in the primeval forest.

"The battle... is over? ! "

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. The perfect battle made everyone tremble with fear.

Although they always felt that there was something wrong with this battle, they couldn't tell exactly what was wrong.

Qi Yuan slowly retreated. Against the backdrop of the rare-level armor, his figure was extremely tall and straight, with a unique beauty of the fusion of ancient warriors and modern machinery.

Qi Yuan glanced at everyone and said calmly: "Everyone is here!"

Among the crowd, Campos nodded and said in a cold voice: "Tell me what happened and why the fight started?"

Qi Yuan and Zhang Zhongyue looked at each other and didn't hide much.

He roughly explained the matter of the ancient village, introduced the identity of the old man, and the content of this conversation.

"What? You are the last batch of survivors? Lived for thousands of years? "Daniel almost exclaimed.

The others all had similar expressions.

Anyone who heard this news would be stunned for a few seconds.

Tim said in disbelief: "Even if it is a perfect survivor, how can it be possible to live for thousands of years?"

Qi Yuan shook his head and said, "I don't know. Perfect survivors have a long lifespan. If we use some special methods, it is indeed possible to do it."

"So, the purpose of your visit this time is to find the super gathering place and the level 5 shelter?"

Qi Yuan was about to nod when he was interrupted by Krampus' voice: "Qi Yuan, you'd better be honest. Your second-year speech just now can be seen by a fool as problematic."

Qi Yuan was full of black lines and was speechless for a while.

She spread her hands and explained innocently: "I didn't mean to lie. Don't you trust my character?"

Heather smiled and said calmly: "We believe you, so you should tell me what the old man talked to you about? How did it get to this point?"

Qi Yuan glanced at the young woman and smacked his lips: "Sister, you..."

"Ahem!"

Zhang Zhongyue held up the "Mist Survival Book" in his hand, which showed someone's private chat and was about to make a call.

Qi Yuan swallowed, took back what he wanted to say, and said seriously: "In fact, I got a lot of useful information from this conversation."

"Tell me in detail."

Qi Yuan looked at everyone, and then looked around the surrounding environment, and found that the snow was getting bigger and bigger, and the light was very dim.

So, he first waved his hands, released the thorn vines, formed a huge semicircular shelter, and then hung up the night light bulb.

"Everyone sit down and chat."