"Alright, your, if your strength is really stronger than that of an Ikon adult, then conquer a galewind now!"

Riding on horseback, Batu pointed to a group of gale-shaped horses roaming the plains ahead, and said to Muria that the so-called gale foals were the six-legged horse-like creatures that Batu was riding.

"Hmm!" Muria, who had been patient for some time, jumped off his horse and walked towards the herd of grassy horses in front of him, he was not used to too close physical contact with people of the same sex, even if it was his father.

"Gale Pony, Blue Creekmon, hey!" Muria chuckled as she walked towards the herd ahead, "These two creatures are like they're meant for the Ikora, and they've become standard for the adults of Ikor." ”

As Muria approached the herd, which numbered a thousand horses, the gales were quietly eating the grass, as if Muria didn't exist.

"Again!" Seeing this, Muria pursed his lips and looked at the sky, he had not been attacked on his way from the tribe to this grassland, even if they passed through the territory of some carnivorous creatures, as his father said, as long as they did not take the initiative to attack, those creatures would not provoke them.

"I'd better pick a mount to ride first! it's useless to think so much!" Muria's eyes wandered among the horses, a herd that had reached such a size, there must be a leader who led them to action, so he was looking for the king of horses.

"Found it!" it didn't take much for Muria to find the king of horses, who stood taller than all the gale's horses.

Rumble!

Muria's body bent slightly, then his body stretched, and he disappeared in place in an instant, and a few pieces of green grass clippings circled in the air a few times by the impact he carried, and then fell to the ground leisurely.

"Your!" Seeing Muria's undisguised target, Batu and some of the Iku people anxiously shouted his name, trying to stop him.

It is true that in the wild, as long as the Ikuren do not take the initiative to provoke other creatures, those creatures will not take the initiative to attack the Ikuren, but once the Ikuren do it, everything is different.

Herod!

Like a war horse, but a more majestic cry than a war horse sounded in the sky above the grassland, Muria did not have a shout behind him at all, he was already riding on the back of the horse king, and tightly grasped the two tentacles that extended from the top of the horse king's head.

...... When the sun rose to the center of the sky, the exhausted King of Horses humped Muria and walked tiredly towards the group of Iku people who were watching.

"Your, how do you ......?" then, just as Muria had expected, Batu chattered in front of him like a female

Muria listened to Batu's complaint with a smile on his face, feeling the worry in it, but also the pride.

"Abba, I've conquered a gale, we can start hunting!"

......

When the sun was about to set, a hunting party that set out from the Turan tribe in the early morning returned to the tribal territory that had gradually bloomed in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Almost every gale-belle colt was loaded with one or two prey, and it was a full load.

"Batu, your son is really a genius!"

As he was about to return to the Tribe, one of the Iku people couldn't help but sigh to Batu that this was not the first time he had said such a thing today.

Although Batu felt that his ears were calloused when he heard something like this, he still couldn't help but smile at the words and show his snow-white teeth.

When Muria heard this sentence of praise for him, there were not too many emotional fluctuations on his face, as it should be.

This hunting event, which was meant to take Muria out to see the world, familiarize himself with the environment, and teach hunting skills, became his personal debut in this world when Muria decided to show his ability.

Initially, in order to disguise himself, Muria pulled out the black bow that Batu had asked for him, and shot two arrows, one of which missed, and the other only wounded the prey.

And from the third arrow, Muria didn't bother to disguise anymore, and directly showed his true level, the arrow was sure to hit, and there was no false shot, and one arrow killed.

And the consequence of his doing so is that the Iku people, including his father, who were meant to protect him, become spectators, and become a group of passers-by who can only exclaim and sigh.

"Your, put down the prey in your hands and come with me! Let's go see the Great Elder!" After entering the tribe, the hunting team that returned with a full load immediately attracted the attention of many Iku people.

But Batu didn't care, instead shouted your name, and then climbed up the tree with the prey on his shoulder, which was larger than his body.

"Oh!" Murria rolled and dismounted, calmed the King of Mounts, who had just arrived in this strange area, and was still a little uneasy.

......

"Great Elder!" Soon, Batu carried the prey larger than his body and led Muria into the Great Elder's treehouse, bowing his head very respectfully and shouting.

"It's Batu and your, why are you here!" In the dimly lit treehouse, the old man who was sleeping in the chaise longue opened his bright eyes, sat up with a smile, and looked at the two Iku, one large and one small, who had entered his house.

"Great Elder, please take a look at this prey! this was killed by your!" Batu said with a hint of irrepressible joy in his words, pointing to the prey under his feet.

"Hmm!" At this time, the slightly stiff old man noticed the prey that Batu had placed in front of him, and then he looked at it carefully, and then a look of surprise appeared on his face.

This night wolf, its head seems to have been crushed by some kind of blunt object, looking at the traces of such a crack, it seems that an Iku man smashed it with his fist, but this kind of power has surpassed the scope of ordinary Iku.

"This is ......," the Grand Elder looked up at Batuu.

"This is what I killed with his fist when I took your out hunting!" Batu turned and pointed to Muria, who was standing behind him.

"Great Elder!" Seeing the Great Elder's gaze fall on him, Muria shouted with a grin, compared to Batu's restraint, he seemed very relaxed.

"Little your, did you really kill you?" the Great Elder asked, pointing to the night wolf with a shattered head at his feet.

"Of course!"

"In that case, then you will use the power of the night wolf to slay it at me. ”

"That's not good!" Murria scratched her head.

"Your, don't worry, swing your fist, the Great Elder used to be a Baghdad. Batu said beside him.

"It used to be, but not now, old man, but it shouldn't be a problem to take your punch, so little your, don't have any scruples. ”

"Alright!" Hearing the Great Elder say this, Muria was no longer polite, walked up to the old man, and smashed it with a standard straight punch.

And in the process of his fist, two faint, but blooming white patterns appeared on his wrists, although their light was dim, but in this dim treehouse, it was extremely conspicuous.

"Sure enough, hahaha!" the Great Elder grabbed the fist that Muria swung past, and a more complex and bright white light pattern appeared on the palm of his hand that caught Muria's fist.

......

A moment later, Muria walked out of the Great Elder's treehouse with a bark book in his arms and Batu, who had an irrepressible look of joy on his face.

"Abba, I'll go back and study Baghdad's cultivation method first. Muria raised the bark book in his hand and said to his father.

"Okay, you go back to study first, and I'll send you to your treehouse with your Eminem for dinner." Batu said overjoyed, he was about to be overjoyed, especially when the Great Elder said that his son could definitely become a real Baghdad before he reached adulthood.

"Hmm!" Seeing her father, who seemed ready to share her joy with someone else, Muria sighed helplessly, and left.

......

"Alas, it's good not to have too many expectations, it's really a crude way of cultivating!" In the treehouse, Muria, who had already read the Baghdad cultivation method given to him by the Great Elder, sighed in a low voice.

For Muria, this practice is like an adult watching a three-year-old child's graffiti. However, although it is crude and crude, it has a considerable effect on Muria.

The hardest thing is not to go from one to ten thousand, but from zero to one. With this cultivation method that could have used the large amount of energy ore under his feet, his strength would have increased rapidly in an explosive way.

......

Five years later, it has been twelve years since Muria came to this world, and his body has grown to a level comparable to that of an adult Iku, and as for strength, it is not a level at all.

"Great Elder!" Muria, who was strong and tall, and looked well-proportioned and slender, came to the treehouse and looked at the old man who was slowly getting up in the treehouse.

"It's little your! How are you practicing now, and how much stronger have you become?"

"Look!" Muria, dressed in animal skin, did not move, but streaks of white light appeared one after another in various parts of his body, illuminating the entire dim treehouse.

"Okay! Your strength has become stronger again, it seems that I underestimated you five years ago!" Muria, who was already shrouded in light, the Great Elder laughed, "Is there something about you coming to me today?"

"Great Elder, I came to you to tell you that I want to travel for a while, and if I return, I'm not sure. Muria retracted the light patterns on her body and reverted to her ordinary appearance as an ordinary Iku.

"What do you want to do when you travel far away?" the Great Elder asked, a little puzzled.

"I want to challenge the Baghdad of the other Iku tribes in the Great Forest of Ayare!" Muria said his thoughts.

The Baghdad cultivation method given to him by the Great Elder, he has already cultivated to the end, every part of his body is covered by light lines, he needs to find a new path now, his current strength is far from enough.