Chapter 142: The Iron-toothed Bird's Attack
The Five Friends of Mengshan are veteran and powerful warriors among the independent cultivators, and they are very experienced in hunting beasts.

From the performance of Hu Pinggu and the other two, we can tell that they are delighted to be able to join their team, and seem to have a blind confidence in these five people.

But Mo Juren was still a novice, and he had some doubts in his mind, so he took the opportunity to say to Zhang Xing,
"Isn't it said that a second-level monster is comparable to the foundation-building stage? Are we, a team of Qi-refining cultivators, sure we can deal with it?"

Zhang Xing smiled and said,
"Fellow Daoist Zhang, don't worry. A second-level monster has only reached the foundation-building stage in some aspects. For example, the second-level spiny bear whose cub we wanted to pet before had a skin as thick as that of a foundation-building monster."

"But they move slowly and tend to be jealous and vengeful, so by targeting these characteristics and adopting different attack methods, we can easily achieve our goal."

"The same is true for this wire snake. We have dealt with many similar monsters before, so we are naturally familiar with its habits."

"As long as we avoid direct confrontation, we can minimize the losses. After all, how can the wisdom of monsters compare to that of cultivators?"

After hearing this explanation, Mo Juren suddenly understood.

Cultivation strength is one thing, but if you really want to make a small investment for a big gain, you have to rely on your wits.

No wonder only an experienced and veteran beast hunting monk can become a leader that everyone trusts.

And up ahead, as soon as Wang Zhuo and his two companions approached the woods, they were spotted by the alert iron-toothed bird.

Dozens of adult strange birds roared into the sky, then swooped down and attacked the three people.

The iron-toothed bird not only has a sharp and hard beak, but its claws are also very sharp and very hard, able to withstand sharp weapons.

Wang Zhuo and his men ignored their attacks. One of them held up a large round shield, while the other two each put on a golden talisman. They rushed straight into the woods, covered in golden light.

The iron-toothed bird slammed down from high in the sky and pounced on the large shield, making a tinkling sound, showing that its claws were as hard as iron and stone.

The four people following closely behind them each unfolded their magic weapons and attacked the approaching Iron-toothed Bird.

Hu Pinggu's magic weapon is a pair of Wu Gou swords that shine with cold light. They fly out of her hands from time to time, spinning and shining beautifully.

Cooperating with her is her husband Xiong Dali, who mainly uses a magic spell to control animals. He can confuse the close-up iron-toothed bird and then kill it by hooking it when it is not prepared.

The most outstanding one was Zhao Han in blue clothes. He held a pistol in his hand, which was shining with cold light. With a flick of the gun tip, he could knock down an iron-toothed bird, killing it as soon as it hit the ground.

This spear-shaped magic weapon is extremely powerful. Sometimes it can be split into three spear shadows, which can knock down a large group of people with one thrust.

Mo Juren and the other three followed behind, and did not feel any pressure for the time being.

Fifth sister Qin Xiaorong excitedly picked up the dead iron-toothed birds from the ground and threw them into the storage bag.

Mo Juren, holding the Xuan Guang sword, and his third brother Zhang Xing, protected her on both sides and urged her to follow.

An iron-toothed bird failed to catch the three people who were leading the way in front, and flew straight towards Mo Juren.

Mo Juren made a move immediately, and with a light flick of the Xuan Guang Sword, it just happened to block the sharp claws of the iron-toothed bird. There was a ding sound like the sound of metal hitting each other.

The iron-toothed bird flapped its wings, hooked Mo Juren's sword with its claws, and tried to pull it back.

However, Mo Juren dodged and approached it with a Luoyan Step, clenched his left hand into a big fist, and hit its little head with it.

With a powerful punch, the iron-toothed bird's hard and heavy beak actually helped the impact, knocking it to the ground. Mo Juren picked up the iron-toothed bird, broke its neck with a twist, and threw it to Qin Xiaorong next to him.

It seems that these low-end monsters are nothing more than slightly stronger wild game, and their attacks rely entirely on instinct and talent, so they are not difficult to deal with.

The strength of the Iron-toothed Bird lies in its large number, making it difficult for ordinary Qi-refining cultivators to deal with it.

The third brother Zhang Xing was also dealing with another iron-toothed bird.

He himself had the cultivation level of the tenth level of Qi Refining, but he did not use weapons to attack. Instead, he tied a pair of arm guards on each hand to protect himself flexibly, and his attacks relied entirely on various spells.

After he fired several fireballs in succession to drive away a group of iron-toothed birds, and then killed one of them with an ice arrow, Mo Juren had already thrown the third iron-toothed bird to Qin Xiaorong.

Zhang Xing cast an admiring look at him. He didn't expect that Mo Juren's skills were so superb and he didn't seem to have wasted any extra energy at all.

Soon they rushed into the middle of the woods, where the iron-toothed bird could no longer fly high into the sky and swooped down.

But the increase in numbers more than makes up for this disadvantage.

These iron-toothed birds seemed to have determined that they were enemies invading their territory, and they rushed forward fearlessly and without regard for their own safety.

In addition to flying high up and attacking with its claws, after landing, it will attack ferociously with its sharp beak and will not stop until the opponent is dead.

Soon, the first few people began to get injured one after another. Some were scratched on their arms, and some were pecked on their calves, and they cried out in pain.

The fifth sister, who had been busy picking up the corpses of the iron-toothed bird, had no time to collect the spoils. Instead, she took out a pair of double-edged daggers and helped to resist.

As they went deeper, numerous iron-toothed birds attacked from all directions simultaneously, forcing the group to gradually change from cooperating to fighting on their own. They could only barely maintain their formation by sticking together and moving forward slowly.

Mo Juren was hit a few times by the iron-toothed birds that attacked him.

But he soon discovered that their attacks, apart from damaging his clothes, caused almost no damage to his body.

The physical strength of the fifth level of Elephant Armor Skill is already stronger than that of everyone present. Even if he does not fight back, the sharp beaks and claws of the iron-toothed birds may not be able to hurt him.

However, he still tried his best to control the Xuan Guang Sword to pretend to fight in order to cover up the matter.

At this time, Wang Zhuo, who was in the front, looked back and assessed that the situation was not optimistic.

So he quickly asked the two monks Qin and Meng beside him to change to a new defensive talisman, and then he put away the shield and stepped back.

Under the protection of the two monks Qin and Meng and the four people behind him, Wang Zhuo took out a brown talisman with complex patterns from his storage bag, and while activating it, he said to everyone,
"After I activate this intermediate-level earth spirit talisman, you will all chase after me and rush out of this forest first!"

The five friends of Mengshan were in perfect harmony and were the first to respond in unison.

Mo Juren and others also understood that he was about to use his ultimate move.

Then, there was a sound of air friction. After Wang Zhuo threw the brown talisman in his hand, it immediately turned into a huge ball of mud and rolled forward like a pioneer.

Some iron-toothed birds that had no time to dodge were suddenly wrapped up and trapped underneath the big earth ball, and were crushed into a pile of flesh and blood.

(End of this chapter)