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    Feng Jun lay down in a patch of long grass, silently observing the small village at the foot of the mountain.

    It has been twenty days since he entered the wilderness space again. Three days ago, he discovered the small village at the foot of this mountain.

    The village is very small, with about 20 households and more than 100 people, planting more than 1,000 acres of land. The fields are irrigated by mountain streams. There are fruit trees, breeding, and more than ten young people who can shoot bows.  Or hunting with a pitchfork.

    Not far from the village, the mountain stream converged into a small lake, fifty or sixty acres in size, but no one was seen fishing.

    People's clothes are similar to those in the Ming Dynasty. The two-part attire and the accent are similar to the Haozhou dialect in real society. It sounds more difficult, and it is more difficult to speak. At least for Feng Jun, this is still in Haozhou.  Stayed for quite some time.

    Of course, for Feng Jun, what he cares more about is the opponent's force index. If it is the kind of force that "with one strike, all life in a radius of a hundred miles will be wiped out", he can only choose an extremely cautious way of contact.

    Finally, it¡¯s okay. The force value of the people here is similar to that of the Ming Dynasty. Some people get up in the morning to box, but that¡¯s it. Feng Jun feels that his force value is ranked among the top three in this village.

    The only bad thing is that everyone here has long hair, both women and men, and they wear their hair in buns - it's really like the Ming Dynasty.

    Feng Jun has short hair. Although he has been here for three months, his hair has not grown very long. If he wants to wear a similar bun, he feels that he will have to keep his hair for at least two years.

    This is quite frustrating.

    Of course, there are wigs for sale in real life, but Feng Jun also saw that when the men in the village were playing, their buns were often one of the attack points. Once they grabbed each other's buns, it was easy to kill them.  Fell to the ground.

    Feng Jun couldn't imagine that after he integrated into it, someone would reach out one day - Hey, did I grab his hair?

    So he was too lazy to wait any longer, and he was too lazy to go back to Earth and customize similar clothes. If it was a little different, then it would be a little different.

    So he retreated to the top of the mountain, covered his temporary shack, held an iron rod in his hand, and filled his body with various weapons. He then put on a large backpack and walked around to the other side of the mountain, intending to enter the village in a roundabout way.

    This detour is at least forty miles away, but to Feng Jun, it doesn't matter. It's just seven or eight miles away from the top of the mountain, but his supplies are easily exposed.

    When we walked about seven or eight miles away from the village, there was a winding trail. It was purely a trail made by people. However, the road was relatively flat, but it was quite winding.

    When he walked for more than three miles on the trail, at a corner, there was the sound of weapons clashing and someone shouting.

    Feng Jun stopped and quickly climbed up a big rock using his hands and feet. When he looked around, he found that a man and a woman were fighting. The man was in his forties and the woman was in her early twenties.

    The weapons of both of them were knives, the woman used a hatchet, and the man used a machete, but by chance, the woman blocked the man's attack, and occasionally she could fight back with two knives.

    "Is it her?" Feng Jun frowned. This woman was from that small village. He had seen it through the telescope. There was a family of five, including her parents and two younger brothers.

    Her father had a broken arm and rarely saw him take action, but the woman was very skilled. She not only practiced martial arts herself, but also supervised her two younger brothers to practice martial arts.

    Feng Jun asked himself, if he only talked about moves, he was not her opponent. Of course, if it was a life and death fight, that would have to be discussed separately.

    However, he listed her father as someone he could not defeat, although he had never seen the middle-aged man take action.

    As for the man she was fighting with, he had no memory at all.

    The woman was waving the machete and screaming, but the man was smiling and talking triumphantly. He was swinging the machete easily and seemed to have some energy left.

    After watching for a few minutes, Feng Jun discovered that women were probably no match for him. First of all, women were not as good as men in terms of endurance. Secondly, the man had a sword on his back that had not been drawn out.

    After a while, the woman's hair was disheveled, her face was flushed, and she was a little exhausted, but the man was still waving the thick-backed machete leisurely and saying something with a smile.

    "Nah you guys spoke too fast," Feng Jun clenched his teeth in distress, unable to understand what he was saying.

    The woman got more and more desperate. She found a yaling green bamboo shoot here today. She was saying that she had a gratifying harvest. Unexpectedly, a man came up from the mountain and said that he planted the bamboo shoot.

    Even children?? was also distractedly observing Feng Jun. When he saw that the other party actually took out a crossbow, he was shocked. He never dreamed that the shiny iron frame hanging on his shoulder turned into a crossbow after playing with it twice.  Crossbow.

    "Treasure," a greedy look flashed across his eyes.

    Of course, he knew in his heart that even if he found a treasure, he had to live to enjoy it.

    Seeing the woman retreating, he turned around and ran away without hesitation, still shouting, "Wait, boy, if you dare to ruin the good things of Huang Fengling, you are dead!"

    Without thinking, Feng Jun pulled the trigger, and a short steel arrow shot out and nailed the opponent's left leg directly.

    The middle-aged man originally used his physical skills to avoid the incoming crossbow arrows, but his judgment was wrong. He thought that the crossbow, which was only two feet long, would not be too powerful, so he did not look back.

    Unexpectedly, he was hit by an arrow.

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