Luoyun Mountain Range, located at the edge of the western part of the freesia continent, is a black and mist-shrouded canyon all year round, in the canyon, there are thousands of zhang of mountain peaks standing, towering into the sky.

At this time, the outermost part of the Falling Cloud Mountains.

Under a towering ancient tree, the damp ground was covered with layers of decaying leaves.

"Moo"

After hearing this soft beast roar, Mo Fan reached out and gently shook the dead leaves on his cloak, his eyebrows were slightly raised, and his angular resolute face couldn't help but show a trace of joy.

Mo Fan paused slowly, his sturdy figure like a man-bear.

Assam, who followed him, trembled as he removed the mask from his face, and then carefully wiped the dust from it with his shriveled twig-like hand.

"Captain Mo, where are we here?" Assam asked as he slowly swept around with cloudy eyes, his voice low and hoarse.

Assam's face was wrinkled, full of ravines and ravines where time flowed, he was seventy years old this year, and he was a rare spell master with a combination of attack and support, and his rank was level 1.

Not only is he weak and has a poor memory, but he is also occasionally a little unresponsive.

Finally, he also has a special hobby, that is, he loves milk tea like his life!

Therefore, Assam has a nickname - Grandpa Milk Tea.

"Grandpa Milk Tea, I've said it dozens of times, we're really in the Luoyun Mountains now. Mo Fan's eyes froze, a trace of helplessness flashed on his face, and he couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

Along the way, Assam asked him twenty or thirty times!

Assam wrapped the mask and stuffed it into his pocket, he touched his few remaining gray beards, his face was still a little confused, and he said slowly: "Huh, Xiaofan, oh no, Captain Mo, I remember you only said it twice before?"

As soon as the words fell, Mo Fan couldn't help but rub his temples, and then he had a bitter face, spread his hands and said, "Grandpa Milk Tea, is this important?"

"Of course!"

Suddenly, a hint of anger appeared on Assam's face, and he weakly pestled the inferior inferior treasure weapon in his hand, which was a staff with a few missing corners and full of cracks.

"Buzz"

A circle of earthy yellow aura began to linger around Assam's body, and finally slowly formed two thin earthy yellow shields engraved with simple runes.

This is Assam's first spirit form, Doran's Spirit Shield.

The defense system is characterized by strengthening one's own or the target's external defenses and making it immune to a small amount of physical attack.

"Of course it's important!"

Assam suddenly increased his tone, he said with a calm face: "This is about your integrity to me, if you deceived me before, then you will definitely lie to me later, then my commission! My milk tea! It's all gone!!"

Assam sealed with one hand, and the spiritual power of the surrounding heaven and earth instantly condensed, his robe shook, and the shield around his body became thicker.

The shield, which was almost transparent, now finally has some thickness.

"You can stand still!"

Then, Assam crossed his waist and his face sideways, seemingly slammed into the motionless Mo Fan.

"Bang Dang"

Mo Fan quickly pulled out a wide black broadsword more than half a person tall behind him, and carefully resisted Assam with the blade.

"Wait!"

Mo Fan drank in a deep voice, his forehead was full of black lines, he hurriedly took out his left hand and reached into the shriveled money bag around his waist, took out two gold shining coins and shook them in front of Assam's eyes, and said with a smile: "Grandpa Milk Tea, I will pay you two gold coins first, and when the matter is completed, I will pay you the rest of the payment." ”

After seeing the glittering gold coin, Assam's eyes suddenly narrowed into a slit, and the momentum on his body instantly dissipated.

"Xiao Fan, oh no, Captain Mo, you are really an honest and trustworthy young man. Assam said appreciatively, and then took the gold coin from Mo Fan's hand with a smile.

"Oh, two cute little gold coins, which can make my old man drink two cups of fragrant milk tea comfortably. Assam smiled and held the two gold coins.

It seems that in his eyes, what he is holding is not a gold coin, but his favorite milk tea.

Mo Fan put his black knife back into the scabbard behind his back, he leaned over, and only then whispered after finding that there was no one around: "I heard the cry of a flathorn cow just now, if we can catch it one step ahead of others, we won't have to worry about eating and drinking for the next half a month." ”

Flathorn cattle?

When Assam heard this, his brows suddenly tightened, as if he was worried.

After he put the gold coin in his pocket, he shook his head again and again and said: "No, no, this flathorn cow has a lot of strength, almost comparable to a second-level battle spirit master, and this guy is too dangerous, with the strength of you and me, at most bully some first-level rabbits and stupid robes." ”

Mo Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he knew that Assam would say this.

Holding his hands in front of his chest, Mo Fan coughed dryly, "Ten gold coins." ”

As soon as the words fell, Assam immediately shook his whole body, like an electric shock.

Immediately, he licked his shriveled lips, his eyes glowed with a strange look, and he knocked Mo Fan with his staff, "Is this true?"

"Let's go. ”

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Mo Fan's mouth, and he walked in front to lead the way, walking towards the place where the beast roared just now.

....

Wearing special masks, the two struggled to walk on the layers of decaying leaves of different shades for about 20 minutes.

On the way, Mo Fan pulled out Assam, who was deep in the layer of fallen leaves, many times.

In the end, he simply carried Assam on his back.

After approaching a thicket, the ground began to harden.

At this time, the dampness and decay in the air were finally diluted by a refreshing aroma of flowers and plants.

"Moo"

After Mo Fan carefully put down Assam, he bent over and gently pushed away a dense grass in front of him.

Through the gap, he saw a flathorn cow with a white body, standing lazily on the ground grazing.

"The horns are about half an inch, slightly green, and there is only a black pattern on its tail?" Mo Fan's dark eyes suddenly showed a hint of joy.

The strength of this flathorn bull was beyond his expectations, they were very lucky, this flathorn bull was still young, it was only a first-level spirit beast, and its strength was at most the level of a first-level battle spirit master.

"Tsk, it's a calf!"

"If we can catch us alive, the price will at least double the price!" Assam leaned over, smacking his lips, his old face a little excited.

When he saw that the flathorn cow was just a calf, his confidence was instantly boosted.

Mo Fan gently took off the black knife behind his back and put it on the ground, and then took off his cloak and shirt together.

His upper body was completely exposed, and the protruding bronzed skin made people feel an abundant life force.

Mo Fan moved his strong muscles and bones a little, he was already about to break through to the second-level spirit master, capturing this young cow alive, it shouldn't be a big problem, not to mention the assistance of Assam on the side.

"I'll sneak around to it later, and then subdue it for a short time, Grandpa Milk Tea, you will take that opportunity to use the second spirit body to paralyze the bee needle. Mo Fan said as he gestured with both hands to the battle plan.

Assam nodded immediately and began to seal with his left hand.

Immediately afterward, four spiritual powers surged, forming two earthy yellow shields on Mo Fan's body.

After seeing Assam blessed himself with the Dolan Spirit Shield, Mo Fan bent on his waist and tiptoed into the bushes on the other side.

"This shield can block an attack from the Hornhorn at most, and you have to fight quickly!"

Mo Fan quietly moved to a dense ancient tree behind the flathorn ox, and he used all the spiritual power in his body, bending his body like a full bow.

His gaze locked on the front, and then the dirt flew under his feet, and Mo Fan ejected it like a cannonball.

"Moo!"

The juvenile flathorn let out a scream.

I saw Mo Fan directly knock the flathorn cow to the ground, and then his hands flashed with spiritual power, holding the horns of the flathorn cow like a pair of iron tongs, and pressing its head tightly to the ground.

"Paralysis!"

Mo Fan was stirred by the flathorn bull who broke free in a panic, his face flushed, and he roared in a low voice.

Ay?

What the?

Why is this kid scolding me?

When Assam heard this, he immediately blew his beard angrily and glared, he pushed aside the bushes, crossed his waist with his left hand, and pointed fiercely at Mo Fan who was struggling with the flat-headed cow with his right hand with a cane.

"Little bunny!"

"I'm still your ancestors!" said Assam's face flushed, and he scolded vigorously.

Mo Fan poured out all the spiritual power in his body, and the blue light in his hand skyrocketed, taking advantage of this kung fu, he gasped in his mouth, and roared again, "Hurry up and paralyze it!"

Hey?

Assam's face was stunned for a moment, as if he remembered the battle plan that Mo Fan had told him.

Oh yes!

Combat plan!

Let me think about it....

Assam stood there awkwardly.

Immediately, he pretended to cough dryly, "That, Xiaofan, oh no, Captain Mo, you can make it clear, where did my old man react." ”

"Hurry up!"

Mo Fan roared angrily, this flathorn ox has great strength, and he is about to lose control of it.

Assam crossed his waist and slowly moved over, still thinking in his mouth: "My old man has bad legs, a bad waist, and a bad brain, and there is no old at the top, no small at the bottom, just want to make some milk tea money, why are you so fierce..."

"Murder me again, go back and let your uncle beat you..."

After muttering a few more words, Assam stabbed the end of his glowing staff at the butt of the flathorn.

Immediately, the flathorn bull was stunned on all fours, and his eyes glared and he stopped struggling.

Its body instantly stiffened, and it lay motionless on the ground, like a dead cow.

Mo Fan was covered in sweat, and finally let go of his numb hands with relief, and the bruised tendons in his arms slowly subsided.

At this time, the spiritual power in his body seemed to be completely exhausted.