Suddenly, there was a rustling sound from the thorns not far away, although it was small, but it was still keenly noticed by Mo Jiaer, and he remembered that the protective ring was lost by Spark, and quickly took out the powder ground from the bones of the seventh-level Purple Flame Beast that Sparker had given him. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The moment he opened the bottle, the rustling in the grass became louder and chaotic, accompanied by the wailing sound of "woo" and fleeing, and gradually the surroundings became calm again, and he sprinkled the powder around.

When I returned to the campfire, a pungent smell of burning came to my face, and I picked up the meat pieces to take a look, because they were busy sprinkling powder just now, and the bottom of the meat pieces was almost charred.

Mogar threw the charred piece of meat into the depths of the forest, and then took the piece of meat and put it on the bonfire again, slowly turning the piece of meat, adding some condiments from time to time, and gradually a smell of meat wafted out, and golden oil continued to seep out of the meat.

As time passed, at a certain moment, the "bang" piece of meat ignited directly, and it burned fiercely, and in an instant Mo Jiaer was dumbfounded, and after quickly extinguishing the fire, the whole piece of meat was burned.

In desperation, he threw away the charred pieces of meat, put the last piece of meat on the bonfire again, and then took out the potion and drank it, when the sky was completely dark, and the plants on the ground gave off a faint light, and from time to time there were glowing silk floc floating out of the plants.

"It's better when Uncle Sparky is here, you can rest and not starve, hey. Mogar sighed as he turned the pieces of meat.

"Hiss..."As his mind wandered, the piece of meat was scorched again, and in desperation, Mogar took out a large piece of leg meat again, cut out a piece, and put it on the bonfire, and after half an hour, finally roasted a piece of meat with a somewhat charred skin that could barely be eaten.

"I have to eat the meat I roasted with tears in my eyes. With this determination, he removed the blackened part of the skin, took the first bite, and said, "Huh, it's okay!" and then quickly ate it, and then grilled another piece of meat.

After eating the second piece of meat, he burped, extinguished the flames, climbed onto the trunk of the tree, rested his head on the trunk with his hands on his hands, stared at the swaying leaves in front of him, and felt the "peaceful" night of being alone after coming to the Warcraft Mountain Range.

After a while, he ran the vortex with all his might, and a large number of wind elements around him were instantly pulled into Mo Jiaer's body, and with the transformation, a trace of liquid wind element gushed out from the seventh vortex from time to time, and then converged to the first fulcrum and internalized into battle qi.

Gradually, Mojiaer's eyelids became heavier and heavier, and after a while, his eyes were completely closed, and he fell asleep like this, and the speed of the whirlpool slowly returned to its rotation speed without Mojiaer's control.

The next morning, Mogar woke up on time at six o'clock, moved his body, felt that his whole body was full of strength, without the slightest sense of soreness and pain, just like in the village of Macente, no matter how tired he was, he completely recovered after a good night's sleep, and sensed the fulcrum again, and found that the battle qi was more than twice as strong as yesterday.

Habitually looking at the campfire at the bottom of the tree, he found that there was no Spark, and he came back to his senses after a pause, "Now it's my own!", he went down to the tree to wash up a little, and after preparing breakfast by himself, he began to practice archery.

It wasn't until he started to rest after he ran out of strength, and while thinking about when the first fulcrum would be filled, he suddenly thought: "When you rest, you can also absorb the elements with all your strength, and try to store as much battle qi as you can." ”

So he ran the whirlpool speed with all his might, felt the changes in his body, and when his strength was restored, he stopped controlling the whirlpool speed and continued to practice archery.

In the continuous conversion of archery and resting refining elements, it was soon noon, and after resuming the vortex speed again, Mo Jiaer found that when his body strength dried up, the speed of absorbing the wind elements with all his strength was a little faster than the usual speed of absorbing them with all his strength, and this small harvest made him very happy.

He began to make a fire and roast the meat, and after scorching two pieces of meat, he finally roasted a piece of meat that was better than last night, and took out some fruits purchased from Pero City from the ring, and clear water, and had a beautiful full meal, and after eating, he rested for half an hour before starting the afternoon sword practice, in the transformation of sword practice and rest to absorb the elements, the afternoon passed quickly, after eating dinner in the middle of the night, after drinking the potion, he went to the branches to absorb the elements with all his might, this time Mojiaer insisted until late at night, and then closed his heavy eyelids and fell asleep.

In this way, shooting arrows in the morning, practicing swords in the afternoon, and absorbing the elements with all his strength in the evening, three days passed in a flash, and Mogar could finally shoot the bull's-eye, but he just couldn't make the arrow stay on the bull's-eye.

Two more days passed, and Mogar could ensure that every arrow hit the bull's-eye, but every arrow was full, and even the bull's-eye was dented, but it was impossible to make the arrow go into the bull's-eye.

In desperation, Mogar shouted into the depths of the forest, "Uncle Spark..."

After screaming for more than a dozen times in a row, some were just his echoes, feeling that Sparker really didn't appear, he glanced at his pocket watch, "It's past ten o'clock!", it was rare that he didn't continue to practice archery, Mo Jia sat on the boulder, his right elbow rested on his knee, his palm supported his chin, and he held a small branch that he had just folded in his mouth, trying to think about how to solve this problem.

Half an hour later, the branches at the corners of his mouth were gone, and he was holding a bottle of "Smirno" in his left hand and drinking it in small sips, drinking about one-fifth, but still couldn't think of a way, Mo Jiaer simply stopped thinking about it, put away the wine, climbed to the branch and leaned against the main trunk to close his eyes and recuperate, and absorb the elements with all his might.

I don't know how long it took, a trace of fluctuation appeared in the air in front of Mojiaer, although it was subtle, but Mojiaer was in a state of induction, and it just caught this fluctuation.

His body tensed instantly, the giant sword appeared in his right hand in an instant, and then swept, the "bell" was like hitting an iron block, the giant sword was bounced away, and Mo Jiaer's right hand was shaken by the shock, and then he opened his eyes, and when he saw Spark, who was holding his arm to block, he let out a sigh of relief, put away the giant sword, and shook his slightly numb right hand.

Sparker was slightly surprised, "I didn't expect this kid's sense to be so keen, although I didn't deliberately hide it, but at least a warrior below level four can't sense it." ”

"Uncle Spark, you're finally willing to show up, your arms are too hard, aren't they? ”

"This is an application of war qi, by the way, take this well, I forgot to give it to you when I left in a hurry that day, and when you return to the family, you can ask your father for a better one. After Sparker finished speaking, he put a scroll on the trunk of the tree, and when the figure was about to disappear again, the black line on Mogar's forehead instantly pulled down, and he hurriedly called out to Spark.

"Uncle Spark, Wait, I can hit the bull's-eye with every arrow now, but I just can't hit the trunk, this tree is too hard, what should I do?"

Spark's body paused, visibly stunned, "You can't call me because of this little problem, right? After saying that, his body shook and disappeared.

Looking at Spark's disappearing figure, Mogar smiled bitterly, "Again, just say a few words and leave." Wait, hasn't Uncle Sparky been watching me secretly? he didn't seem to know what I was going to do, wasn't... Am I a real person these days?"

Mojar suddenly felt a little cold in his palms, put away the relaxed mind he had when he was with Spark, and suddenly began to concentrate, paying attention to his surroundings from time to time, and always being vigilant.

Not only had Mojar seen it in books, but even James had said that if you were not careful in the Warcraft Mountain Range, you probably wouldn't even know how you died.