Chapter 771: Wild ginseng

Fang Bai, who broke into the wolf pack, was full of vitality and coercion enveloped all directions.
These wild wolves are just ordinary beasts, which are incomparable with spirit beasts. How can they withstand the pressure from Fang Bai?
More than twenty wild wolves, under Fang Bai's aura, not only did not dare to attack, but instead clipped their tails and turned to flee.
"Want to run? Don't even think about one!"
Fang Bai flew his right foot, kicked a football-sized rock high in front of him, and then smashed the rock in the air with a punch.
Before the rubble fell to the ground, Fang Bai's palms shot out like lightning. More than 20 rubbles flew out in a whistling manner under the influence of his palm, and the targets were directed at more than 20 wild wolves.
These actions of his have already been completed by the electric flint and fire, and they are almost indistinguishable by the naked eye.
Dozens of gravel, like bullets out of the chamber, are far more powerful than the shotguns in the hands of Zhao Yunjian and other hunters. Even the thick skin of the wild wolves were directly penetrated by the gravel and killed on the spot.
Just now in the valley there was still howling of wolves one after another, and there was no movement in an instant, and the whole valley became silent, only the sound of the night wind whistling through my ears was heard.
Standing next to Fang Bai, Zhao Guoqiang looked at the more than twenty wolf corpses on the surrounding snow in the moonlight. He was dumbfounded and unbelievable. There was a rapid and heavy gasp in his mouth and nose.
Zhao Yunjian and other hunters, hiding behind the big stone in the distance, looked similar to Zhao Guoqiang.
They have always believed that Fang, who seems to have thin skin and tender meat, has no power to bind chickens, and they can not do without their protection when entering the mountain with them, but what happened before them has completely subverted their cognition.
Fang Bai was not as weak as they thought, but rather powerful and intimidating.
Killing more than twenty wild wolves in the blink of an eye, this kind of strength is simply appalling, and Zhao Yunjian and others simply cannot imagine.
Some hunters think that when Fang Bai treated the villagers in Zhaojia Village before, no matter how serious they were, they were all cured, and they had already regarded Fang Bai as a living god.
"I will kill all the wild wolves for you. As for how to bring the wolf skin back, you can figure it out by yourself!"
Fang Bai flipped his hands and wiped out the wild wolves that were almost invincible in the eyes of Zhao Yunjian and other hunters, but he seemed to have done a trivial thing, patted Zhao Guoqiang on the shoulder, and said with a smile.
Zhao Guoqiang came back to his senses, looked at Wen Bai in awe, his throat twitched, and swallowed hardly before he ate and said, "Fang...Mr. Fang, you...you are really amazing..."
Fang Bai smiled and did not speak. For him, the attack power of this group of wild wolves was not as good as a bunch of yellow-ranked warriors, and dealt with them without any effort.
Zhao Guoqiang turned to look at the corpses of more than 20 wild wolves around him. He was excited. He turned to his father Zhao Yunjian and beckoned with a dozen other hunters, and said loudly: "The wild wolves have been killed by Mr. Fang, everyone. Come here soon!"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Yunjian and others rushed out from behind the hidden boulder and hurried to this side.
Zhao Yunjian and others were all experienced hunters. They came to the corpses of the wild wolves for the first time. After confirming that they were all dead, they gathered beside Fang Bai and looked at the young man with admiration and fear.
"Mr. Fang is not only excellent in medical skills, but also so powerful, he is really an expert!"
Zhao Yunjian regarded Fang Bai as a martial arts master who was not only proficient in medical skills, but also capable of flying over the walls, and raised his thumb in praise.
It is conceivable that if there is no Fang Bai, after their dozen orions are surrounded by wild wolves, a fierce battle will inevitably erupt between the men and wolves. Even if the orions can finally repel the wild wolves, they will inevitably appear. Casualties.
After the wild wolf pack incident, everyone was completely sleepy, chatting around the fire, and Fang Bai became the focus of everyone's discussion.
After daybreak, Zhao Yunjian and his sons and dozens of fellow hunters took action, walked to the corpses of wild wolves killed by Fang Bai at night, took out sharp daggers, peeled off the wolf skin one by one, and buried the corpses on the spot.
In the end, Zhao Yunjian had the final say. If he peeled off a total of 22 wolf skins and sold them in the market town, each person would get at least 20,000 yuan. With these wolf skins in his hands, even if there were none in this trip. Other gains are also worthwhile.
Everyone collected the wolf skins, ate and drank some things, and then proceeded toward the depths of the forest sea snow plain.
In the process of chatting with all the hunters before, Fang Bai knew that wild ginseng is very valuable. If anyone is lucky and digs out a century-old wild ginseng, it will be an income of hundreds of thousands and millions and a fortune.
Fang Bai deliberately gave these hunters a fortune and planned to help them find wild ginseng, so he paid attention along the way.
Wild ginseng that is more than a hundred years old can also be regarded as a kind of elixir, and it contains a trace of vitality. Therefore, as long as there is wild ginseng in the places they pass by, even if the location is hidden, it will not escape Fang Bai's keen sense.
"Uncle Zhao, go and take a look under that tree, you should be able to dig out wild ginseng!"
At noon that day, when passing a hillside with little steepness, Fang Bai pointed to a big tree on the hillside and said.
Under that tree, Fang Bai sensed the vitality fluctuation of wild ginseng, guessing that wild ginseng was at least a hundred years old.
"it is good!"
Zhao Yunjian now regarded Fang Bai as a god. After listening to Fang Bai's words, he immediately put down the prey in his hand, took the ginseng digging tool, and ran up the hillside.
Zhao Yunjian is not only an experienced hunter, but also a ginseng digger with decades of ginseng digging experience. After he reached the hillside, he saw a wild ginseng growing under that tree at a glance.
Judging from the stems and leaves of wild ginseng, Zhao Yunjian knew that the age of this wild ginseng was not low, and could not help being overjoyed.
Zhao Yunjian waved the ginseng digging tool and carefully dug out the wild ginseng. After clearing the soil on the wild ginseng and seeing the "true face" of the wild ginseng, Zhao Yunjian's hands trembled, his face changed with excitement. The flushing.
He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed his excitement, put the wild ginseng into a box he carried, and hurried back to the group of hunters.
"Dad, have you dug wild ginseng?"
Zhao Guoqiang asked when his father came back.
"Ok!"
Zhao Yunjian nodded vigorously.
"How many?"
Zhao Guoqiang asked again.
"One!"
Zhao Yunjian replied.
"Just one..."
Zhao Guoqiang was a little disappointed.
Zhao Yunjian raised his hand and patted his son's head, and said with a smile, "Only one? You kid, do you know how valuable this wild ginseng is? Tell you, this is a century-old wild ginseng!"
"What? Hundred-year wild ginseng?"
Zhao Guoqiang almost jumped up, his eyes widened and asked, "Dad, is this true?"
Zhao Yunjian ignored his son, met the gazes of the hunters, opened the box with the century-old wild ginseng in his hand, and said loudly, "My folks, the century-old wild ginseng...we dug up a hundred-year wild ginseng!"