"Very well, it's been more than two hours. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info "Morin seemed very satisfied.

In front of Lu Xiu was still the same as before, a huge iron cage. This is the third time that the iron cage has been replaced with a larger one, and the monsters inside are becoming bigger and more ferocious each time.

The big man's face sank into water, staring at the monster in the cage. The other party is a bird-dragon species, and is more like a standard bird than a dragon. The orange feathers, sharp beak, and huge tail feathers erect from the roots are clearly the iconic monsters of Golden Feather City, the sleeping bird.

Lucius learned to think about other things in the face of monsters, and at the moment he was counting the feathers on the right wing of the sleeping bird, and the monster was bouncing around in the cage, making it difficult for him to do his counting work.

Lu Xiu couldn't help frowning, but quickly put it down again. This pointless work was originally invented to alleviate his anger in front of monsters, and it didn't matter to him whether he could count them or not.

"It's all your teachings, Chief Deacon." After a few seconds, Lu Xiu realized that someone was talking to him, and he bowed back in a wooden manner, but Morin raised his head with one hand.

"I said it, don't call me my title at home." Master Mo smiled slightly, "It's okay to call me uncle." ”

"Yes, Uncle Mo." Lu Xiu was still a little unaccustomed to this kind of title.

"So, how are you feeling lately?" Mo Lin asked with concern, "Although the sleeping bird's personality is not irritable, the blood of the dragon clan on its body is thicker than the bird dragon species and earth dragon species that can be found around Golden Feather City. If you can resist its aura, there will be no more problems for ordinary low-level monsters. ”

"I don't feel anything special." Lu Xiu shook his head, "It's just...... Somewhat boring. ”

"Bored?"

"Well, everyone else I eat and live with is already learning weapons and hunting techniques, and I'm still staring at all kinds of monsters here." A hint of frustration appeared in the big man's expression, "When will I be able to pick my own weapon like them?" ”

Hearing this, Mo Lin laughed and said, "Ah Xiu, aren't you learning your own weapon knowledge now?" The dragon's bloodline is your greatest weapon, and if you can freely control your body and emotions, you will burst into battle with several times more powerful power than other hunters. At that time, why worry about not using weapons? ”

Lu Xiu nodded as if he didn't understand, and then turned to look back at the sleeping bird in the cage.

Suddenly, his mind moved, his eyes suddenly turned red without warning, and his breathing began to become heavy. Lu Xiu controlled his emotions and slowly left the iron cage and walked to the other end of the training ground.

"Why, there are still some problems with the control of the bloodline?" Chief Deacon Maureen followed in the boy's footsteps.

"No, it's not." Lu Xiu was also a little confused, "I'm not provoked by this monster. But just now, I suddenly had a strange feeling. ”

"What does it feel?"

"It seems like a voice is calling to me." He tried his best to think about his words, "as if it were ...... Something woke up in the distance. ”

"Can you sense where that thing is?" Morin asked in a deep voice.

Lu Xiu raised his hand and pointed in a certain direction with some hesitation.

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"It's your key," the hunched leader showed a mouthful of smoky, burnt teeth, "but the key is of little use in this place." Your supply share list is on the table, and you can go to the warehouse with the slip to pick it up. He opened the door to the sand hut, and a dilapidated inner chamber appeared before the boy's eyes.

"Thank you." The boy's expression was still as calm as when they first met, and there was no change.

"I said, why did you come to this ghost place to die?" The lead hunter scratched his oily hair, "Was it dumped by a woman?" ”

The young man shook his head in embarrassment, but for some reason, he remembered Ah Ping, who was far away in Golden Feather City.

"That's a falling out with my father?" The hunter approached and stared at the young man's white face, "I advise you, this is not a place to play hunter games, people will die every day." ”

"I just want to be a hunter." His tone was calm and firm.

"Ugh." Hearing this answer, which was not an answer, the leading hunter sighed, there were all kinds of people in this camp, crippled, desperate merchants, fugitives, vagabonds, dead seekers, but there were no people who wanted to be hunters, "Forget it." He patted the boy on the shoulder, "I see that you have a good face, if I die one day, I will leave you six jars of good wine under my bed, and you will need them in this damned sea of sand." ”

"Thank you then."

"Your accustomed weapon is a sword?" The lead hunter pointed to the wooden knife behind the boy's back.

"yes, that's all I use."

"I advise you to change to some heavy weapons such as spears and swords, although I don't know if you can handle them on your body." The hunter explained, "It's not a small monster like a dog dragon that you have to deal with in the sand sea, but a shark, the knife is long and thin, and it has no defense, and if you get caught in the shark, you will be torn apart immediately." He smiled self-deprecatingly, a mouthful of yellow teeth exposed, "Although you will die anyway at that point, you can count it as earning a second to live." ”

"I won't change it, I only use a knife." The boy shook his head, the child was more persistent and stubborn than it seemed.

"Okay, whatever you want." The leading hunter waved his hand and closed the wooden door of the sand hut, "There are no 'trainee' hunters here, and you will have to work from tomorrow." You'll go with the others to round up the monsters, and in the morning your own captain will knock on your door. "Good luck, young man," came the hunter's voice outside the door. ”

It was still early for dinner, Feng Manyun planned to rest in this dormitory for a while, he took off the knife behind his back and lay down on the hard wooden bed. He stroked a glaring crack in the middle of the blade, not knowing what he was thinking.

Turning his head, he saw the grease stain on the shoulders of the white robe that had been patted by the hunter who had just led the way. Feng Manyun stood up and took off his robe with some disgust, but found that he had no clothes to change. The standard hunting clothes have to be picked up at the warehouse, as well as the necessary daily necessities, and this afternoon is about to be busy.

Feng Manyun sighed, he also tried to do some housework in Ah Ping's house, but it was the first time for him to live alone, and God knows how many difficulties he would encounter.

At this time, as if he had been inspired by something, his body trembled, and he broke out in a cold sweat. He was stunned, picked up the knife in his hand and rushed out of the sand hut quickly.

Feng Manyun looked around vigilantly, but he didn't find anything, all of them were simple sand huts like his dormitory, what danger could he have in the camp? He stared blankly in a distant direction, from which the call that made him tremble.

The young hunter put down the sword he held on his side, his brow furrowed, like an ordinary surprised and confused teenager.

Above his head, the sand vulture hovering in the sky seemed to be alarmed by the invisible wyvern species, and suddenly flew away hundreds of meters in the opposite direction of the young man's gaze.