In the dense forest among the mountains.
Lin Bufan moved rapidly through the forest like an arrow leaving the string.
His toes gently touched the branches, and his green robe dragged a green trail in the morning mist.
Suddenly, the branches in front of him transformed into groups of snakes, colorful and all opening their mouths to bite Lin Bufan.
This sudden change was like Lin Bufan walking into a trap.
Lin Bufan's eyes shot cold light, without a trace of surprise.
He stretched out his hand and pointed, and the green-tipped Flying Sword shot out like lightning, piercing into the "snake nest".
In the next moment, countless green sword rays, like tender shoots sprouting from the ground, swarmed out, piercing and killing hundreds of colorful poisonous snakes.
The broken bodies of the snakes fell to the ground, transforming back into fragmented branches and leaves.
Gao Cuo's voice came from all directions: "Friend, you take every one of my illusions so seriously."
