The blades of grass are yellowing, and autumn has indisputably arrived.

The green leaves are also beginning to change into autumn clothes, slowly fading the vivid green.

The beasts began to frequent the season, stockpiling a bounty of fat for the coming winter in preparation for the long, harsh winter.

Whether it's herbivore or carnivorous, the beast always follows the season, changing the hair on its body, and tiny hairs begin to grow slowly, gradually covering the entire body.

The bear is also unwilling to be lonely, with the bear cub in the jungle, the big bear in front, the cub in the back, all the way sideways, the dwarf bushes can not stop its huge body at all, have been subdued at its feet, and then by the bear cub ravaged.

The stumps and leaves are broken, and the broken grass stems flow out a faint green juice that flows down the veins.

Old man Hong opened the way in front, Wen Chuanting, who had short arms and legs, followed closely behind, and on his shoulders stood a majestic eagle, and the dexterous monkey jumped up and down, and from time to time jumped up and down the treetops to play a swing.

I have been wandering in the jungle for half a year, and I have seen wolves, eagles, pythons, lions, colorful butterflies, and many more. As it continues to go deeper, the probability of encountering demon beasts continues to increase, and the combat power is also increasing.

Why?

Old man Hong said: "Exercise!"

Who to work out?

Ask Chuanting!

In the words of Old Man Hong, "Every demon beast has its own unique ability, you have to learn to examine, learn to discern, promote your strengths and avoid weaknesses is what you urgently need now, use your own strengths to attack the opponent's weaknesses, only in this way, can you exchange the least strength for the greatest results." ”

"Every monster beast brings not only the experience of fighting, but also the expansion of your horizons, increasing your heritage and experience, only these can make you go further!"

For the old man Hong's intentions, he understood very well, and showed great recognition of his words.

At this time, there are masters on the side to escort, and Wen Chuanting is even more assured and bold to temper swordsmanship, exercise skills, and accumulate experience. Going deep into the jungle is not what he wants, and fighting with all kinds of demon beasts to the death is what he is desperately looking forward to.

The ambivalence was easily solved by Old Man Hong's words, "Come on, with me, you can't die!"

This sentence can't die, let Wen Chuanting let go completely, before I don't know what the purpose of Old Man Hong going deep into this jungle belonging to the demon clan area, Wen Chuanting is very happy, with a yearning for power, with the excitement of eagerness to try.

Fortunately, in this season, there are all kinds of fruits in the jungle, and there are also many fruits to dilute the greasy mouth.

"Well, that's all for today, let's rest for the night and continue tomorrow. Old man Hong stood in the open field, breaking the silence with his trademark words.

On one side, tall trees, their vigorous canopies like umbrellas hold up a stretch of sky, and their thick trunks entrench themselves in the fertile soil, forming an open field without grass, and sparse fallen leaves dot the ground, obscuring the black of the soil.

The arm waved slightly, rolling up a stream of energy, spreading around with Old Man Hong as the center, and the scattered fallen leaves were swept aside by the energy, revealing the black fertile soil.

"Well, doll, pick up some dry wood. The old man Hong, who leaned against the trunk of the tree and raised Erlang's legs, said casually.

Ask Chuanting to come out casually, he has long been accustomed to the unreliability of Old Man Hong. This way has long been accustomed to, if it weren't for Old Man Hong to speak first, he didn't need to say it, and he would have taken the initiative to pick up firewood.

Besides, asking Chuanting to collect firewood and old man Hong hunting, this is much more reliable than asking Chuanting to hunt, and old man Hong picking up firewood.

After a while, Wen Chuanting came back with a hug of dead branches, and when he saw it, the old man Hong was leaning against the trunk of the tree, squinting slightly, and his head was white and white at the same time, and his posture remained the same as when Wen Chuanting left.

The monkey squatted on the branch that came out of the trunk of the tree, attacking an unknown nut in its paws, and Dugu stood behind the monkey, where the trunk met the branch, turning his head from time to time to peck and comb his feathers.

"Old man, where's the meat?" asked Chuanting the old man Hong, who put down the firewood and shouted to doze off.

"Well, don't worry, I'll be here soon!" he didn't nod his head, but his slightly squinted eyes never opened, and Old Man Hong didn't raise his head, waving his arms casually, which was regarded as a response to Ask Chuanting's question.

"Whew!"

As soon as the words fell, the roar of the bear came from afar, and when the voice fell, the three-foot-tall black huge body of the bear appeared in front of Wen Chuanting.

"I'm going to go! The meat delivery has just arrived!" asked Chuanting with wide eyes, looking at the bear, and at the old man Hong who was leaning against the trunk of the tree behind him.

With a snap, a nut fell to the monkey's squeak and smashed right on Old Man Hong's skull.

"Damn the monkey!" Old Man Hong shook his head, instantly glad from his sleepy state, and glared fiercely at the monkey that had slipped off the trunk.

"Come on, doll, clean it up, we'll have dinner tonight!" Old man Hong leisurely pressed his raised head against the trunk behind him.

Finding its prey, the bear stood up happily, and when he wanted to vent his joyful roar, he stabbed straight with his sword, and a blood-red sword-shaped shadow swelled from the wooden sword, instantly stretching the three-foot long sword to five feet.

A thick killing aura permeated from the sword's body, and the sword aura formed by the blood-red sword intent was full of cold killing intent.

This sword is the sword of killing, obtained for half a year, with the speed of a meteor, the wrath of thunder, the sword intent, the air is viscous, and there is a fine dew on the black bear fur of the bear.

The bear shuddered, the joy in his eyes instantly changed to fear, and when he heard the immature roar, the fear turned into ferocity, and the upright body fell down, fell on all fours, and slammed into Wen Chuanting.

Before the bear arrived, the evil wind struck first, and four black winds rushed out from under the bear's paws, doubling the bear's running body. A black demonic aura spewed out of the bear's mouth like a poisonous snake, and it rushed to Wen Chuanting silently.

With a bang, the wooden sword cut through the black demonic qi and made a sound of metal colliding.

Wen Chuan's figure left a series of afterimages, passing through the demonic qi that was divided into two halves, and the small body, holding a long sword, passed under the running bear.

The blood-red sword intent dissipated.

The bear ran two steps forward, staggered, and fell to the ground with a bang, the blood-red lines starting from the bear's mouth, passing through the chest and abdomen, and the bear's tail stopped.

As the bear fell to the ground, the blood-red lines opened their mouths hideously, wanting to vomit and donate blood, instantly infecting the ground.

"Come on, the good bear blood is ruined like this!" The old man Hong, who didn't know when he stood up, shook his head and sighed on the side.

Although it was a pity that the bear blood was wasted, there was no preparation to come forward and collect it.

"Whew!"

A deafening roar rang out, and the bear cub stood ten feet away, howling fiercely at the fallen bear. Seeing that the bear had no reaction, his murderous eyes glared at Wen Chuanting.

When asked Chuan Ting to hesitate to cut the grass and eradicate the roots, the bear cub glared at him fiercely, and turned away without hesitation.

"Ran away!?" asked Chuanting was dumbfounded, as if he didn't believe his gaze, he turned to look at Old Man Hong, wanting to get confirmation from him.

"Well, there's a pair of bear paws missing!" Old Man Hong closed his wide mouth fiercely, and looked at the bear cub with only an afterimage left.

"Did your mother know that?!" said Chuan Ting, who stood there with a long sword in his hand, turning into a statue.