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It took Gordon more than two months to slaughter the ferocious beasts that were tens of kilometers away.

Unfortunately, the second layer of the ruins was too big, and he couldn't find the whereabouts of the other teenagers. Today, the vast majority of people have returned to the upper floor to recuperate, and no one can stand the constant killing. Lonely, tired, irritable, suspicious...... Like an endless wave of blood, overwhelming people.

Only Gordon An's Ruosu, he has never had negative feelings, but is full of energy, as if he was born to do this.

Following the direction of the stream, Gordon approached a small low-lying pool. He was already at the top of the food chain in this area, but he still habitually set up warning traps around the moss. He inspected the puddle, took off his cloak, trousers, and boots, and washed them all one by one. The smell of animal blood on it was so strong that it could be smelled from afar.

The harvest of the hunt was buried nearby by him, and the fur, scales, teeth, and claws of the fierce beast were wrapped in three large bags, which could almost be exchanged for a hundred bloody points.

The heart and some rare organs of the ferocious beast have long been consumed by himself: the bone marrow of the lightning leopard strengthens the muscles and invigorates the blood, the musk beads of the mountain musk cat enhance the sense of smell, the phantom stone of the void monster improves the perception of light, and the two gall stones that clear heat and detoxify make the roots of the magic tree grow a green fluff, thus increasing the body's anti-toxicity.

As for the harvested herbs and exotic fruits, they all went into the stomach of the cicada. The little goblin loves to eat flowers, plants, melons and fruits, especially sweets. A few days ago, Gordon picked the hive of the unicorn bee, and got a few pieces of yellow and clear honey crystals, and the cicada ate it all in one go, and its belly was swollen like a round ball, and it lay on the magic tree and couldn't move, and it called "honey-honey-honey." ”

The bigger gain is Gordon's actual combat skills, which are becoming more and more proficient, and his moves are almost instinctive, and he no longer copies the moves of the bird plunder. It is because the predecessors created martial arts, all of which are tailored according to their own characteristics, so that the martial arts can be 100% powerful. The talent, physique, height, and weight of the post-scholars are different from those of the pioneers of martial arts, and if they insist on completely imitating them, they will only get twice the result with half the effort.

In each hunt, Gordon flexibly adjusts the fowl to plunder: the angle of the squirrel can be a little lower; The cat flutters and jumps with its right leg, and its left arm is slightly hooked; The pace of the wolf depends on the distance from the target...... He learns some of the beast's moves, incorporates them, and improves them on his own terms.

Although the Blood Prison Society has taught other martial arts, Gordon can also borrow more advanced martial arts secrets in the library. But those martial arts are too radical, blindly improving the source power, and the skills are rough and one-sided, but they are not as basic as this set of most basic bird raids.

Gordon stepped into the cool water, washed away the smell of blood and peculiar smell from his body, and lay down on a rock that had been washed smooth and flat by the water, sharpening the slightly dull edge of the dagger.

Even in a gesture as simple as sharpening a knife, Gordon's arms swam like a snake. All along, he has no distractions, specializing in bird plundering, and must strive for excellence. Now, after many fights, the bird plunder has been integrated into every ordinary action of life, and the skills have reached perfection.

But this basic martial art has also come to an end, and it is no longer suitable for black lead level cultivation.

In the early stage of the black lead level, the source power should have advanced by leaps and bounds, and it would not encounter a bottleneck until the later stage. However, due to the low level of the bird's plunder, Gordon's source power grew unusually slowly. In the long run, it is inevitable to fall behind.

It was imperative for him to find a truly advanced martial art, which could not only increase the amount of source power, but also ensure the purity of the source power, and also cultivate every part of his body in place.

Maybe you can find it in that place.

Gordon smeared the dagger with ferocious grease to prevent rust, dressed and equipped, jumped on a red algae plant rooted in the waterhole, and climbed to the top to see it far away.

Dozens of streams flow from all directions of the totem jungle and converge in front of them to form a sparkling and muddy meandering river.

The river will bypass the Manado, through the tundra, through the conglomerate mountains, and eventually into the wide, underground river to the northeast. On the other side of the river, there are more treacherous jungles, more fierce beasts, more skilled Bloodhell members, and an isolated Sandcave Clan.

"The pit of sin." Gordon muttered to himself thoughtfully.

"I'm going crazy!" The rebellious young man ripped off the phoenix feather fern that he used to hide on his body, clenched the short sword in his right hand, and slashed around, and the fern leaves flew in all directions, breaking and shattering. "It's been eighty days! I'm hiding here like a fool, my bones are moldy, but there is not even a ghost shadow on the 13th! ”

A hundred meters to the lower left of the unruly boy, a fat fish head mushroom shook a few times, fell to the side, and drilled out the head of the fierce boy. "I can't hold on anymore. Squatting motionless like this is not as pleasant as fighting with a fierce beast. His arm rested limply on the cap, his body covered in dust, and his pupils bloodshot. He holds a hollow stem tube in his mouth to breathe air.

"I don't think the 13th will come. He may have been eaten by the beast, or he may have returned to the sand cave above, or he may not have planned to come here at all. The rebellious boy raised his head, looked at the densely wound iron whiskers in the upper right, and shouted irritably, "No. 1, it's time to break up the gang, it's a waste of time to wait like this!" Also, how do you compensate me for the bloody points lost in the past eighty days? ”

Ge Ying crouched on the thick kudzu vine, squinted one eye, held a monocular and moved slowly. The scene below is clear, and the tundra cannot escape the search of the camera, even the bamboo bone butterflies flying on the river surface are also clear at a glance.

The monocular cost him nine bloody points, and it was worth the money. In addition, Ge Ying only has a scimitar attached to his waist.

"Number One, what the hell do you say?" The rebellious boy didn't hear Ge Ying's reply, and became more and more irritable.

Without raising his head, he turned the monoculars, adjusted the focus, and focused the camera on the lush fern forest next to the tundra, and said, "The 13th will definitely come." Calculate the time, it should be in these days. You two be patient, don't break the hideout casually, lest the 13th see the loophole. ”

The rebellious boy burst out with a mocking laugh: "No. 1, did you suddenly become a louse on No. 13 and know everything about his whereabouts?" ”

Ge Ying lowered his head and stared at the other party with a grim look in his eyes. After a while, he suddenly asked, "Do you know which leg you used to take first when you walked on the 13th?" ”

No. 9 froze for a moment, and Ge Ying sneered: "He likes to side his left shoulder first, and then step on his right leg." ”

No. 9 suddenly realized: "In this way, it is easy for the opponent to misjudge the direction in which he is heading." ”

Ge Ying asked again: "Do you know how many times you have to fight the birds on the 13th during the morning exercise every day?" ”

Number 9 was speechless.

"I tell you a hundred times, every day, without interruption. I ask you, how many corpses are there in the morgue? One hundred and eight! Because the 13th has been dissected one by one. Let me ask you again, how many different types of venues are there in the martial arts training ground, and what are the training objectives for each? I can also tell you that there are a total of 122 training sites, which are for strength, eyesight, pace, and lightness...... Because the 13th has been to all of them. Ge Ying's voice was as sharp as a blade, and he had secretly observed No. 13 for nearly half a year, and no one knew this opponent as patient as a camel, as fierce as a sand mane, and as cunning as a fox.

No. 6 and No. 9 looked at Ge Ying dumbfounded, silent for a long time, and couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts.

"Two, lurk in peace." Ge Ying's gaze returned to the lens of the monocular, the corners of his eyes jumping, and his expression was hideous. No. 9 is right, he is the lice on No. 13, a louse that sucks up blood!

Suddenly, a flock of frightened crows fluttered out of the fern forest in the distance.

"It's coming!" Ge Ying snorted, his fingers trembling as he gripped the hilt.

Either he dies or the 13th dies, and there is no third possibility.

This is the revenge of the horse thief.