Another year has passed.

Soul Hunting Forest.

Since Yang Ming entered the Junior Soul Master Academy, two years have passed, even if every time he upgrades, the amount of soul power absorbed is three times that of others, Yang Ming has gone through a lot of hard work, and now he has reached the critical point of the promotion of the soul master to the Great Soul Master.

Yang Ming came to the Soul Hunting Forest, in addition to hunting and exchanging for golden soul coins, he just wanted to see if there were any suitable thousand-year-old soul beasts and hunt suitable soul rings.

This is also no way, if Yang Ming wants to go through the system, it is too difficult to get matching items and props, it is far better to try his luck here.

Of course, Yang Ming refused the request of the junior soul master academy teacher to lead the team, and even the soul sect-level principal led the team, but Yang Ming refused, and only borrowed a token from the principal to enter and exit the soul hunting forest.

Today, Yang Ming is eight years old, about 1.4 meters tall, white clothes and white pants, cloth shoes, the original short hair is long, there is an oblique bangs on his forehead, a pair of bright eyes, and occasionally a trace of sharp edge flashes.

Perhaps because of the boldness of the artist, Yang Ming went all the way without concealing his identity at all, and did not disguise himself.

The markets on the outskirts of the forest are still as prosperous as ever.

"Walk by, don't miss it, the well-made map of the periphery of the Soul Hunting Forest, 10 gold soul coins are worth two prices."

"Acquire the intelligence clues of the four hundred years of Silver Moon Cunning Fox, and those who are interested will have a private chat."

"The delicious canned sardines made by the food department are martial arts, an excellent dish that is essential for home travel, you don't need 998 silver soul coins, you can order 10 cans for only 288 silver soul coins!"

Yang Ming came to the stall selling maps and stopped.

After the Holy Soul Village was razed to the ground, Old Jack was accepted by the Wuhun Palace, worked as a cleaner in the Wuhun Palace, and had the care of Bishop Beska, with an income of 1 gold soul coin every month, plus Yang Ming had a subsidy of the Golden Soul Coin of the Wuhun Hall every month, it was not a problem to take out this money.

There was no meaning of bargaining, and Yang Ming was not willing to waste time here, so he handed over the money with one hand and delivered the goods with the other, took the map and left.

It's just that Yang Ming didn't notice a detail.

The moment he stretched out his right hand to hand over the map, the Youhaina ring on his finger was immediately caught by the hawker's sight.

As the saying goes, no business is not treacherous, no treachery is not business.

Those who come out to do business must not only have a business mind, but also have a pair of eyes that know goods.

The peddler's eyes were vicious, and he immediately recognized that the Youhai Na Ring was a high-level soul guide, and its value was extraordinary.

The wine color is charming and the wealth is moving.

As a certain great man said, if capital has 50 percent profits, it will take risks, if it has 100 percent profits, it will dare to trample on all the laws of the world, and if it has 300 percent profits, it will dare to commit any crime, and even be hanged.

At the moment of handing over the goods, the vendor pretended to touch Yang Ming's wrist inadvertently, using the ability of the martial soul to leave a sunflower-shaped mark.

After Yang Ming left the stall, the peddler's eyes rolled around, and when he saw that no one was paying attention to him, he immediately put away the stall and turned into a clammy and narrow alley.

At the end of the alley is a wooden doorway, and the stone staircase is wet and covered with slippery moss, and it looks like few people come to visit.

The peddler knocked on the door of the door with a light knock of six times and one light, as if he had answered some kind of code, and a small window opened on the door, revealing only a pair of blue eyes.

The peddler bowed his head and sneered:

"I found a fat sheep, and I want to sell you information."

The door opened silently, as if the owner behind it had agreed to the deal.

Where there is light, darkness naturally breeds.

Especially in a mixed place like the Soul Hunting Forest, a large number of outsiders enter the market every year, and in the process of creating economic prosperity in the market, it naturally contains evil forces that ordinary people do not notice.

Not long after the vendor entered, a group of black-robed people walked out of the door.

The hawker's martial spirit is called Twin Sunflowers, and his ability is to stick a sunflower mark to the target, as long as it is within a range of a thousand meters, it can vaguely sense the location of the target.

There are countless martial souls in Douluo Continent, and there are thousands of soul skills, and no one can say when it will overturn.

How would Yang Ming know that he would only be targeted by someone who cares if he only shops on the street once?

After showing the token, Yang Ming successfully passed the inventory on the periphery of the Soul Hunting Forest.

Breathing in the freshness of the forest with the smell of rotting leaves, Yang Ming looked down at the newly purchased map as he walked.

Most of the soul hunting forests that allow outsiders to enter, there are basically no 10,000-year soul beasts, even if they are thousand-year-old soul beasts, they are very rare, most of them are hidden in the depths of the soul hunting forest, and if you want to find a thousand-year-old soul beast in the periphery, it is no less than buying a Mark Six lottery on the street to win the jackpot.

Yang Ming came this time, just to try his luck.

After all, this soul hunting forest near Notting City is still relatively low-level, and it is not easy to find a thousand-year-old soul beast.

Trampling on the fallen leaves on the ground, Yang Ming left an inscription on the trees he passed along the way, and the inscription was written in Chinese, of course, Yang Ming would not be stupid enough to leave his name, and wrote down the two words Tang San very secretly.

After walking for most of the day, Yang Ming was a little disappointed to find that he had found nothing except for encountering a few soul beasts full of malice towards humans on the road who took the initiative to attack him.

Not to mention a thousand-year-old soul beast, even a soul beast of eight hundred or nine hundred years is now difficult to encounter on the periphery.

Every year, a large number of people from outside the Soul Hunting Forest pour in to hunt, and it is no wonder that soul beasts are harvested like leeks.

Seeing that it was getting late, Yang Ming sighed in his heart.

"It seems that I have to manage to enter the middle of the Soul Hunting Forest tomorrow, the strength of the soul beasts on the periphery is too weak, and it can't arouse my interest at all."

After finding a leeward slope and setting up a tent, Yang Ming took out a series of daily necessities from the Youhai Na ring.

Yang Ming found some wood nearby and piled them up, rubbed his middle finger and thumb against each other, and a small fire fell on the wooden pile, and he easily lit a fire.

Now, after the exploration of the Martial Soul Qinglian Earth's Heart Fire, Yang Ming has been very proficient in applying the Martial Soul, and Yang Ming has developed a small skill like ignition, which is just a trivial matter.

Set up an iron pot and place it on the fire, add a pot of water, and Yang Ming's own carefully prepared hot pot base, as the water surface begins to boil and bubble, the red color of the hot pot base becomes more and more vivid, and a wisp of attractive fragrance is diffused.

Yang Ming took out the fatty beef slices that had been cut early in the morning from Youhai Na Ring, cooked them slightly in the hot pot, put them on the side of his mouth and gently exhaled and blew cold, and ate them into his mouth with a snort, and the delicious taste immediately emanated on the tip of his tongue.

This gave Yang Ming the illusion that he was out for a picnic.

(A total of 8,000 book coins plus more, thank you again for the reward)

(Thanks for the 588 book coins)