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I have to say that for the mastery of drilling wood for fire, the ancestor's mastery of Peter, is really fantastic, or an upgraded version of the method of hitting fire, I saw that he first used dried dead leaves and other things to coil into a bird's nest shape and put it on the sword body of the cross sword, the middle part was hollowed out, and then a layer of kapok wool was padded, and a piece of angular granite was picked up to hit the past very accurately, and the splashed sparks instantly ignited the kapok wool on the bird's nest. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

A bright red fire rose under the beautiful sunset, such a large gray egg was roasted for half an hour before it was fully cooked, peeling off the egg skin, the fragrant egg white hooked Peter's slander from the stomach to his mouth, and then there was an indispensable devouring meal, it was hard to imagine that such a handsome teenager would have such an unsightly eating image, just listening to the sound of chirping, it was like a pig in a certain period.

By the time he had eaten the third egg, Peter's mouth had stopped, not because he was full, not because the egg didn't taste good enough, and the reason why he stopped was because the master had returned, the griffon beast from before. In good conscience, if Peter had known that these grey eggs were the offspring of the beast, he would not have dared to eat them in someone's house if he had ten guts, and at most he would have packed them up and left, because the griffon's size was simply too fucking violent.

Looking at the griffon beast falling from the sky, Peter glanced at the cross-sword that had been discarded two meters away, and smirked as he carefully put the remaining three eggs that had been baked back into the original grass nest, looking at his flattering gesture as if he was afraid of breaking the eggs. Dare to love this thing and still want to fool it through.

"Roar!" The enraged griffin let out a thunderous roar at the egg thief, and the majesty of the beast of the wilderness swooped down on him with a hot fishy breath that nearly knocked Peter over a few times.

Even if the nose is not smart, it seems that people are also birds and beasts who know how to count, and it is not okay to fool around. Eating other people's eggs, this beam is finished, and if you can't hide it, you can only do it hard, so you will be born to the side of the bold, Peter rolls on a lazy donkey, and first holds the cross sword on the side in his hand.

There's this guy in hand. With a little confidence in his heart, Peter looked at the other party's majestic hind legs, and then at the pair of bulging eagle wings, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva with a grunt.

Facing the mighty griffon, Peter's head raced and calculated. At this time, he had an unprecedented little confidence in his skills.

"No matter, let's strike first." Peter's eyes were like lightning, and with lightning speed, he took the long sword in his hand and jumped at the griffon's head and slashed at it.

Apparently not expecting the dastardly egg thief to attack first, the griffon let out another angry roar, and without dodging or dodging, it pecked hard at the head with its jet-black hooked beak.

"Yikes!" Peter let out a tiger roar. The cross-sword arced gracefully through the air, and in the blink of an eye, it landed on the griffon's eagle head.

A short, piercing clatter!

"It's hard." This was the only feeling that Peter had slashed on, and the force was all carried out. But it felt like slashing on a solid rock, and the sword in his hand didn't know where it had gone.

There was a sharp pain from Peter's mouth, and his numb arms spasmed and lost consciousness. The griffon's head was slammed into the head, and a large number of sparks splashed from the iron feathers of the eagle's head, and the beast's cavity carried a sharp roar. The eagle's head still pecked unabated, aiming for Peter's head.

"Not good." Peter, who was exhausted, could still resist the sharp hooked beak. All he could do was tilt his head and try to avoid his vital points. I heard a hissing sound, and a rain of blood swayed. Peter clutched his shoulders and rolled into the weeds five meters away.

The next griffin did not continue to attack, but stood there fluttering its wings more than three meters long, raising its head and swallowing the three taels of meat on its hook beak.

"It's over, it's not going to be a good meal for this griffin today." Peter lay in the grass, staring at the griffon beast like a resentful woman, eating his own flesh, and the corners of his mouth were immediately cursed. Looking at the three taels of meat that disappeared into the bird's beak, he was really a little distressed, he had to know that he didn't have much meat in his new body. Now not only the shoulder is seriously injured, but even the sutured wound on the left arm has been reopened, and now a pair of numb arms are still a little conscious in the right hand.

Blood soaked his entire shoulder, and the pain was so severe that he was almost numb to half of his body. After suffering such a serious injury in just one round, it was seen that the opponent did not suffer any substantial damage except for the loss of a few hard eagle feathers and an inconsequential scratch on the door of his head.

"This bird's head is really not ordinarily hard." Peter sighed, and the blood fell down the cracked jaws of his hands, and his face became unsightly.

The griffon swallowed the flesh, and a pair of sharp eagle eyes continued to stare at Peter's injured shoulder, letting out a hearty roar from his throat. A beast is a beast, and it gets carried away at the sight of something fishy. "It's a little early to be happy, even if you die, Lao Tzu will leave you a little memorial." Peter, with a grim face, looked at the sword stuck in the mud of the stream, and secretly pulled out a sharp dagger with a serrated blade from his lower back.

Seeing that its prey was no longer able to resist, the griffon launched a final attack, and a pair of sharp hooks still went straight to Peter's head and grabbed it in the air, and it could be seen that it wanted to end the battle while tasting Peter's unknown brain pulp again.

His own head could not stand the claws of the bird, and Peter was very self-aware of this. Peter reacted quickly to the griffon's fatal blow, only to see him make a sharp roll, dodging the danger of his head being blown off in a very dangerous way, and crawling towards the sword stuck upside down in the mud of the stream. The griffon, which had already tasted the fishy smell, could not allow its prey to have a chance to resist again, only to see it flutter a pair of eagle wings more than three meters long and take off to volley. In the flash of light, Peter, who originally seemed to want to retrieve the long sword, suddenly turned around, waved the dagger hidden under him with his right hand and stabbed it towards the top of his head, and his hand was soft. The 25-centimeter-long serrated dagger was completely wiped out of the griffon's underbelly, unprotected by eagle feathers.

As soon as the trick was successful, Peter's complexion also looked a lot better. This trick uses himself as bait in exchange for a chance to attack the opponent's lower abdomen, which Peter has planned early on. A plan is a plan after all, but when it comes to implementation, it is extremely dangerous, and if there is a slight mistake or Peter's movements are a little slower, then the fate of death awaits him. I have to say. Under the premise of Peter's agility, there is still a little bit of luck in it.

In Peter's opinion, the fact that the griffon dared to touch its sword with its head was enough to prove that the bird beast had a certain amount of intelligence, and that it had a clear judgment on the degree of defense of its eagle feathers. But a beast is a beast after all. No matter how shrewd the beast is, it can't compare to the wisdom of humans, and Xiao He, who was already powerless to fight back, only used a very simple trick to lure the enemy, and severely damaged the fierce griffin beast.

"Roar!" Wounded in the abdomen, the griffon spilled a blue of blood and swooped down on a pair of eagle wings that fell over Peter's head, rolling down into the grass and screaming and churning. In fact, the griffon is still very proud to be the overlord of the entire wasteland, and if it had used all its strength from the beginning, it would never have been so easily injured. But then again. Who would waste their strength on a 'chicken' to be slaughtered, a knife would be enough to solve everything, and the griffon's transcendent intelligence and pride that ordinary beasts did not possess should be blamed for finally suffering it.

Peter, who escaped death, still cared about the griffon that was seriously injured by himself. I saw him sit up from the ground with a carp, and tear off the big red robe that only left the upper half of his body. Peter quickly bandaged the bloody wound with a shapeless strip of cloth, and he could no longer withstand the loss of blood, and if he left it alone, even if he killed the beast, he would probably follow him in his braids.

"Roar!" I just hurriedly stopped the bleeding. There was a low beastly roar from behind Peter, and Peter was clever. He didn't look back, but saw him hurrying into the stream. First of all, he pulled out the cross-sword that had been rolled up.

With the sword in his hand, Peter was furious, and saw that the griffon, which had been battered in the lower abdomen, had stopped churning at some point, and was crawling slowly towards him. The griffon's limbs twitched, struggling to support its massive body, leaving a trail of blue blood on the grass behind it, and the serrated dagger that had no roots had completely wounded its internal organs. It seemed that the beast was really hurt, and Peter stared at the pair of eagle eyes full of pain, and couldn't help but feel a secret refreshment, but from the eagle eyes staring at him there was a look of resentment.

"Damn, birds and beasts dare to be fierce against Lao Tzu! See Lao Tzu don't pluck out your bird feathers and stew soup to drink. Looking at the pair of fierce eagle eyes, a nameless fire rose rapidly from Peter's lower abdomen, and I saw him holding his shoulder with one hand and holding a long sword in the other. In Peter's eyes, the griffon, which was no longer able to move, was like a lamb to the slaughter, and the nerves that had collapsed before had been slightly relaxed.

According to Peter's thoughts, Lao Tzu was not afraid of you just now, not to mention that you are already so virtuous. I thought so, but after two breaths, Peter's raging anger seemed to be poured with a basin of cold water on his head, and quickly extinguished.

Poof! A flower in front of my eyes.

Peter, who had just rushed out five or six steps, braked in time with an emergency brake. Looking at the broken sword in his hand, he looked incredible. What's going on, is it a delusion? Just now, I seemed to see the griffin's mouth open, and the sword in his hand was... Broken? "What's going on, is it because Lao Tzu is dazzled?" The cautious Peter and the griffin confronted each other at a distance of more than ten meters, and did not dare to rush over before they understood the situation.

"Roar!" The griffon roared and opened its hawk's beak again. This time, Peter stared at the bird's beak closely, and he didn't know what the principle was, but he saw that the mouth of the bird and beast actually condensed an air mass out of thin air, and before he could breathe, his eyes suddenly flashed, and he felt that something was coming, and Peter subconsciously turned sideways and blocked it with his arm...... Poof, there was an extra deep scar on his arm. A wind visible to the naked eye? It's actually sharper than a knife, and this time Peter really saw it clearly, "The griffin is a monster, and of course it can do magic." Now it seems that I am a. ”

"Flash!" Peter, who was still furious just now, immediately made the decision to flee after recognizing the situation in front of him, only to see him use the half of the long sword in his hand as a throwing knife, and threw it towards the griffon, not looking at whether the shot was missed, he quickly fell over his ass and ran in the direction of the forest. Just kidding, how can a human with black iron strength be able to fight a demonic beast, dare to love this beast has just revealed his true ability, don't you run away and wait for his mother to die.

The weakest part of the griffon's defense was the lower abdomen, but he didn't expect to be so badly injured by his carelessness, and he couldn't fly again with his wings fluttering, so he could only spit out the wind blade, and watched Peter quickly twist his ass and fly, letting out a roar of grief and indignation.

Poof, poof......

There was a burst of heart-piercing pain, and Peter's back was already bloody and fleshy, but he still didn't dare to stop at all, still protecting his head, and ran wildly in the S-shaped route, and in an instant he got into the dense forest. I don't know how long I have been running, I just feel that countless branches and leaves have whipped over my body, Peter has lost his mind, and there is only one belief in his heart, that is, to run, and keep running like this, as long as there is still a glimmer of life, he will never give up easily. The scenery grew darker and darker, and Peter, who was getting weaker and weaker, finally turned his eyes black and planted himself in the grass.

I woke up in a daze, and my eyes were confused.

Gradually, Peter's pupils suddenly took on a translucent light, and the previous stupid face disappeared.

The wind blew across Peter's face, and the night sky in the distance was blown very clear, and the starlight, which had never appeared, became unusually bright. Peter took a deep breath and smelled the fresh, fragrant, earthy aroma, and he noticed that the whole world had become different from what it had been in the daytime.

Lao Tzu is not dead, where is this? (To be continued)