Xiao Sheng, ask Chuanting the name of the monkey.

Once upon a time, there was a powerful monkey named Sun Dasheng, who held a golden hoop stick and stepped on the earth and held the sky above his head...... Well, the size of the Great Sage is actually not so tall, it is just surging and majestic, cultivated to a high level, and has the spirit of perseverance and fearlessness, which is why people make him huge and visualized.

And the monkey, the monkey next to Chuan Ting, is not big, his heart is beating, and he also has the active personality of the Great Sage (well, let's put it that way for now).

In order to distinguish the monkey from the group of monkeys, and can't bear to tarnish the beautiful image in his heart, he has a lot of expectations for the monkey.

The monkey has a name, you can't favor one over the other, the young eagle must also have a name, the monkey's name is more comic than serious, the young eagle's name can't be too casual, witty, funny is not appropriate.

"It's better to name it after the life experience of the young eagle!" At that time, Wen Chuanting thought, "Both parents are dead, brothers have forgotten, only one of them is left in this bloodline, it is better to call it Dugu!"

The monkey is on guard, and the young eagle is not far behind, the brown feathers on the small body are rising, and the black bird crown on the top of the head is stretched, like the mane between the neck of the lion, and the young eagle face is set off by the majesty and majesty.

Wen Chuanting's left hand gently soothed Dugu on his shoulder, his fingers kept running over the white feathers with black lines between Dugu's chest and abdomen, and his sharp eyes were sharp, constantly scanning the grass behind the giant tree in front of him.

Rustle!

Two slender, sickle-like legs emerged from the grass, followed by four pitch-black eyeballs resting on a broad mouthpiece. The blades of grass swayed, and they broke one after another under the long sickle-like legs that appeared one after another, as if they were cut off by a sharp sickle.

"Tarantulas?!" asked Chuanting frowned, he had never seen a tarantula similar in size to a steppe wolf, and not one, but six.

It's just a big one, I've never heard of a tarantula swarm, and the swarm is just a swarm, why do the long legs with wolf-like fluff still have barbs, like a sharp scimitar?

Six tarantulas lined up, and twenty-four big black eyes swirled around humans, monkeys, and eagles. The wide mouthparts kept opening and closing, and a trace of mucus continued to flow out, staining the tiny fangs, as if the tarantula could not control it, and the venom flowed out of the fangs.

Twenty-four eyes focused on one point, forming a fan, each tarantula had four small eyes, and two big eyes fluttered and fluttered, and the murderous gaze swept over the skin, with a slight pain.

"Damn, there are still two eyes growing on the back of the head, this is a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree all-round monitoring, if each of the eight eyes is all concentrated on one person, with their dignity......" Wen Chuanting couldn't help but shudder, seeing that the six huge tarantulas moved their feet gently, surrounding a person, a monkey and a eagle in the middle, and his right hand had already touched the hilt of the Dao sword, and he could deliver a fatal blow at any time.

A faint demonic aura spread, and the slender legs covered with fluff bent slightly.

"Kill!" asked Chuanting to burst into tears, and the long sword in his hand drew a green light, slashing at the tarantula bouncing in the air.

Tarantulas are good runners and jumpers, and they have long heard of their agile mobility, but the only thing he didn't expect to face for the first time was such a ferocious and nimble giant tarantula, which was different from the kind of tarantula that was only an inch long at the largest of which he had heard of, which had completely subverted his concept.

"Even the demon has appeared, and it's not uncommon to be bigger!" The moment he swung his sword, he still had other thoughts in his mind.

The sword qi hit the fluff, making a sound like gold and iron, and the dense fluff resisted the sword qi, and the tarantula rolled backwards in the air, leaving only a few hairs to fall.

"The spider's body is the softest, but I didn't expect the body to be so hard after becoming a demon!" "The wrist turned back and knocked a approaching tarantula away, "The body is hard, I don't believe that the joints of the legs and feet are also indestructible!"

With a piercing roar that pierced through the air, the transparent sword qi slashed horizontally towards a tarantula, and at this time, the two sickle legs slashed towards the monkey like mantis legs.

The sword qi will be cut, and the tarantula's tiny six hind legs are all forced, and the powerful bouncing force makes it jump high, and its body is more than three meters, and its eight legs are gathered together, and in the sun, the spider silk that glows with silver light shoots out from the soles of its feet.

"Roar!"

The monkey was furious, and the long stick in its claws was rounded, ignoring the two tarantulas leaning behind him, and the long stick could hammer at the top of the head of one tarantula.

A thread pierced the monkey's leg and burrowed into the trunk of a giant tree with a bright red. The tough spider silk let Xiao Sheng shake and struggle, but did not break it, but cut the wound even bigger, and the red blood flowed down the spider silk and dripped onto the monkey hair.

The sword qi is vast, criss-crossed, and the three tarantulas are firmly isolated, and the monkey is tired of dealing with the two, and the legs and feet are still penetrated by the spider silk, and the action route is fixed, and it can only walk in a straight line, and the other one is like a bird in the air, and the spider silk on its legs and feet is constantly swallowing, and it is the slight force that catches the spider silk, constantly swinging back and forth, harassing and asking Chuanting above the head.

The monkey roared again and again, and the sharp spider silk penetrated the leg bones, as long as it moved, it would inevitably cause the flesh and bones to be cut by the spider silk, and the blood donation was even more joyful. With the nature of the monkey to jump out, once trapped, it was even more furious, several times in a row could not attack the target, the monkey who lost his mind in the rage could no longer care about the other, the soles of the feet moved horizontally, the spider silk cut out horizontally, the small wound was smooth and flat, the monkey leg was cut in half, and there was no blood for a while.

The red silk of the donated blood vibrates in the air, and the blood is formed into a mist that detaches from the gently trembling silk and fills the air.

The monkey was furious and lost his mind, and Wen Chuanting was also furious, the mood that originally wanted to exercise the monkey disappeared in an instant, and the ruler long sword qi spit out, and the joint of the tarantula's long legs was lightly clicked, and one hundred and eighty times were clicked in an instant, only to hear a slight click, a tarantula lost its balance and fell to the ground, and Wen Chuanting swung his sword and stabbed directly.

The sword was in the air, the sword qi arrived first, and with a snort, the ruler-long sword qi penetrated through the big eyeball, and the long sword rotated, knocking a spider silk that shot into the air, and with force, it slid diagonally, and cut in from the joint of the front leg of the other tarantula.

Before he could make up for the sword, a spider silk silently penetrated the ear, bringing out a little blood. Wen Chuanting subconsciously tilted his head to dodge, and his ears were cut in half in an instant.

The pain, the pain of the heart, the ear is like a pinp and needle hole, and the blood donation flows down the pinna and falls down the earlobe.

In pain, he suddenly remembered Dugu on his shoulder, and was about to pay attention to observe, when the sound of playing the piano and stirring the strings sounded, and when he saw that the afterglow was swept away, the young Dugu stretched out his long sharp beak with a hook, and pecked at the spider silk like a dragonfly.

With two clangs, the spider silk broke, and the light fluttering spider silk fluttered with the wind, bending into an irregular arc and rolling to the side.