This shot was extremely tricky, and in an instant, it had already stabbed Ye Fang's chest from under Qu Dan's waist.

Ye Fang casually took half a step back, and in the flash of light, a big hand had already stretched out and slammed it on the tip of Qu Dan's gun.

A vigorous force came, and the straight shot lost its original direction and slid past Ye Fang's shoulder.

Qu Dan slammed his right hand and put the spear back, the barrel of the gun slid in his hand, swinging from his waist, and poked out from the other side with great speed.

This time it was the tail of the gun, the smooth wooden shaft, but it gave people the illusion of a moment, as if this shot was more powerful than the first shot.

In the blink of an eye, the spear had already stabbed in front of Ye Fang, the whole process was not sluggish, it was like a cloud, the time taken was only an instant, it seemed that the first shot had just hit, and the second shot had already followed.

Ye Fang still had a casual expression, and concocted it in the same way, turning the head of the spear again, causing the spear to miss.

Qu Dan was not discouraged, the spear slashed half an arc in the air, with a whistling, and turned his head again, the tip of the spear was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, instantly replacing the second attack, and launching a third attack in a row.

This is a triple stack, three consecutive attacks, one shot as fast as a shot, one shot on top of the other, forming a stormy offensive, so that the opponent can only be tired of defense, and has no time to attack.

The first shot of the three stacks is mainly tricky, the second shot is after the first shot is recovered, and the momentum of the first shot is superimposed, the power is much greater than the first shot, and the third shot is the power of the first two times in a row, and suddenly explodes, the strength, momentum, and speed all reach an unattainable height in an instant, and the power is even higher than the sum of the first two.

——! heavy wind!

Ye Fang's face changed slightly, he put away his nonchalant expression, and his face began to become solemn.

He raised his hand and slapped it on the spear like Tarzan. Bang, the dull sound of clashing echoed through the forest.

Qu Dan took a few steps back sharply, and then stood still, looking at each other in annoyance.

At that moment just now, he wanted to use the second round of triple stacks in succession, so that the power of the first three shots could be stacked again, forming an even more violent attack.

However, Ye Fang obviously understood the essence of this move, and only allowed him to use three shots, and he forcibly dispersed his momentum with huge force.

"Not enough, come again!" Ye Fang shouted coldly.

Qu Dan stirred up a wave of arrogance in his heart and stepped forward again. Knowing that he can't do it, the more difficult it is, the more important it is, this is his code of conduct!

One shot, two shots, three shots, boom, interrupted again!

One, two, three, boom......

All of a sudden, the whistling shadows of the guns in the forest flickered constantly, and the sound of exchanges continued, combined with Ye Fang's reprimand, forming a unique movement in the primeval forest......

After a few hours, it wasn't until Qu Shan was exhausted that his cultivation came to an end.

The two of them began to run wildly in the forest, and after running for dozens of miles in a row, they saw the walls of Storm Bear City from a distance. Choosing to cultivate in a distant forest is to better avoid everyone's eyes and ears.

Returning to the warrior camp and leaving separately, Qu Shan came to Mr. Shang's small black house as usual. Pushing open the door, I was surprised to find that there were already three people waiting in the room.

Mr. Shang, Xing Yi, and another guy who cultivated together, after all these years of contact, Qu Shan already knew that his name was Wuliu, and he belonged to a member of the Hussar Army.

The old man did not shrunk into a chair to sleep today, but leaned over in the room, pacing slowly, and the dragon and mouse and tiger followed him step by step, holding his head high, standing with only two hind legs, like a proud little follower.

Seeing Qu Shan come in, Mr. Shang stopped and said to everyone: "You have been here for more than six years, and over the years, except for letting you practice the method of communication with Ah Hu, you have not taught any other animal taming techniques. ”

He swept over everyone one by one with a cloudy gaze, and then said: "I know that you must have doubts in your hearts, what is the art of taming beasts, what is the cultivation? It is very simple, that is, spiritual power, strong spiritual power is the basis for communicating with beasts. I asked you to communicate with Ah Hu, it seems useless, but in fact, it is the most important thing in cultivating this beast taming technique, as long as the spiritual power is strong, the rest of the things are not worth mentioning. ”

"In a few months, it's your twelve-year-old mount trial. When it comes to getting mounts, perhaps the cubs of the Storm Bear Army Hussars will put force first, and using violence to subdue the Storm Bear is their only option, but you are different, you are the cubs who follow me, the greatest animal tamer of the tribe, and in addition to force, you also have a more important skill - mental power. ”

"Communicating with the beast that will be tamed, so that it willingly follows you and becomes your mount from the heart, this is the true effect of spiritual power, and it is also the essence of the art of taming......"

It seemed that after not saying so many words for a long time, the old man took a few breaths before calming down. He walked leisurely to the door and said, "Today, I will take you to see the real power of the beast taming technique......

As he spoke, Mr. Shang walked out of the house, and the bright light outside shone on the old man's old face, making him squint his eyes slightly.

The three of them followed closely, and a strange excitement flashed in their hearts.

After six years of repeated cultivation, they no longer have much passion except for the daily homework, and the only thing that supports their continuous cultivation is the heart that wants to become stronger.

Now, the bitter wait has finally made new progress, and the true face of the beast taming art is about to be revealed in front of them.

Mr. Shang kept walking out, walked out of the warrior camp, walked into Storm Bear City, and went straight to a corner in the north of the city. There is an extremely large house here, thousands of catties of boulders are neatly built up one by one, and a giant house dozens of zhang high is built, and rows of giant houses are connected together, which is majestic and magnificent. Outside the whole house, there was a tight fence, as if to prevent some escape, which was very different from the other houses in the city.

The old man walked straight into the house, passed through the gate guarded by two burly men, and walked inside. The two big men only glanced at the old man slightly, and did not make a move to stop him.

Qu Dan and the others couldn't help but be surprised, the people here seemed to be unusually familiar with the old man, and they didn't know how Mr. Shang, who had not been out of the gate for many years, kept in touch with them.

Walking into this row of houses, Qu Dan and a few people found that the inside of this row of houses was actually connected, not divided into one room, but the whole one put together, forming a wide hall.

Mr. Shang led a few people through these halls, and finally came to a room closed by a heavy stone door.

The old man pushed the door in, and inside the room, an equally old man was sitting lazily in a chair, muttering inaudible words in his mouth.

"Old friend, I'm here. Mr. Shang said.