"Little East"

"To. ”

"Ning Chen"

"To. ”

"Lily"

"To"

There was a row of children of the same age, about seven or eight years old. A childish response resounded in the afterglow of the sunset, and replied with a little joy and exhaustion. The soft light of the blood clotted the earth turned a strange red, shining on the faces of the children in the square, which was extremely eerie.

Behind the children, wild beasts dyed orange by the setting sun lined up, including wild boars, fiery sheep, and even dangerous creatures such as wild wolves and cheetahs. Most of the dead beasts were aggressive, and the smell of blood emanated from the corpses behind the children. Each corpse corresponds to a child, representing who hunted them. A hint of bloody breeze blew by, and a few slightly younger children couldn't help but shiver quietly.

Directly in front of the children, a white-bearded old man held a wine jug in his hand, crossed Erlang's legs and walked on a large rock, drinking wine without any manners. Although the old man was over seventy years old, his face was full of wrinkles, and his temples were white, but his eyes were clear and transparent, and he did not slow down, which was better than that of ordinary young people.

In the eyes of the children, Whitebeard is a well-taught teacher, but he is a bit cynical. But in the hearts of the children, this guy in front of them is a stern demon. Every day, the old man requires the children to complete a certain amount of tasks, and those who do not complete them are not allowed to leave the trial venue, which is the rule set by the old man, of course, this rule changes all the time with the task. Therefore, the children were worried every time they saw him, for fear that the old man would be unhappy and the amount of tasks would increase.

However, every time they finished the task, they would gather in this small square, and those who did not finish it would stay in the trial forest until the task assigned by the old man was completed. Today is Beast Hunting Day, and their mission is to hunt a beast that satisfies them, just like the beasts behind the children. Of course, these beasts are all challenging, and you can't mess around with them.

Now the old man is touching his white beard, casually naming the names of one child after another.

"Pang Hu"

The child who was called suddenly became smart, and his body, which had been tired for a day, immediately tensed up, and happily replied "to". This guy is very abrupt in this group of little guys, his height of one meter six or seven is completely unconvinced by his age, as if this guy in front of him is already a half-adult.

"Nice and energetic. Remember to say nice things to your parents when you get back later. ”

The named child didn't say anything, just nodded his head with a wry smile. He is the eldest of all the children here, and the son of the village chief. Behind Pang Hu, a cheetah lay lifeless, which was his trophy and proof of his strength.

"Yang Dragon"

"Zilan"

When the white-bearded old man called out the names of these two men, the square immediately became silent, and the children below all lowered their heads, not daring to raise their heads or say a word.

The old man shouted again, but still no one answered. It wasn't until the old man was about to shout for the third time that the little boy named Pang Hu stood up, blushed, and whispered, "Teacher, Yang...... Brother Yang and Sister Zi are still trying out the forest. ”

Although he had already guessed this result, the old man couldn't help but sigh slightly, and looked at the little guys in the square who were obviously tired but pretending to be very relaxed, and the stubborn little faces gradually reflected a childish figure.

The old man just glanced at the forest behind him, waved his sleeve robe, and said, "It's these two guys again, okay!

"But, but Brother Yang hasn't come back yet, so we can't go. Pang Hu's stubborn little face seemed to have a new courage, he looked at the forest in front of him and said, "We have to wait for Brother Yang to come back." ”

With Pang Hu taking the lead, a group of children were reluctant to leave, and immediately echoed together, shouting that they wouldn't leave until they couldn't wait for Yanglong.

However, before the children's heroic words blurted out. The old man patted the dust on his buttocks, stood up and said, "Okay then! Those who stay will double the task tomorrow." ”

As soon as Whitebeard's words fell, the children in the square suddenly had black faces, dragging their tired bodies and scattered, even Pang Hu, who took the lead to stay and wait for Yanglong, also had a bitter little face, looked at the old man's smiling face and shivered fiercely, and then quickly grabbed his prey and left. Cultivation is a blessing, but the only thing that makes children happy is that these hunted beasts can be taken home for their parents to cook a delicious meal.

Driving away the children in the village, the old man smiled, raised the pot to take a sip of wine, his face showed a blush, and muttered, "What a group of guys who don't make people worry!!"

After the children were scattered, Whitebeard strode towards the trial forest. In just a few blinks, Whitebeard's figure disappeared from view at an alarming speed.

"Roar"

"Bang", a ** collision sound from far and near.

"Brother Yang" exclaimed, and then said.

"No...... Don't shoot. A thin boy lay in the dirt and gritted his teeth stubbornly, and a purple-red wound on his arm was particularly red.

The boy's tired eyes had sunk slightly, apparently reaching their limit, and his chest was even more undulating. Although the boy's delicate face was covered with muddy water, a trace of perseverance could still be seen in those brown eyes.

And five meters away from Yanglong, there was a half-human-tall wild boar half-kneeling. The boar was covered in wounds, and the most serious thing was its nose, which had been dented by fists.

But even so, the life of the wild boar is very strong, it is half-kneeling, constantly snorting, and does not fall. Now it was staring at the little guy in front of it with hatred, screaming, waiting for the final blow. Obviously, as strong as it was, there was a hint of fear at the stubbornness of the guy in front of him.

One man and one beast are holding each other, both sides are exhausted, and it is really difficult to say who will kill the deer. There was also a little girl standing on the big tree not far behind Yang Long, the girl's small face was delicate and small, and her red face was as cute as a pink porcelain doll. At this moment, Zi Lan was nervously pinching the white eyes of the young wolf in her hand, and her eyes were already overflowing with tears.

"Roar"

The boar let out a roar of rage and struck, knowing that the guy in front of him was just as dead as it was.

The wild boar is most proud of its saber teeth, if the sharp teeth that are less than the length of a palm are collided head-on by the wild boar, it is estimated that it will be pierced through a bloody hole, and the big trees in the forest can't bear it, not to mention the little guy with flesh and blood in front of him.

The distance of five meters is too short for a wild boar growing in the jungle, and with the final blow it charges, the speed has reached the extreme.

By the time the yang dragon reacted, it was too late, and the wild boar's sharp teeth suddenly approached. A crisis filled every nerve in his body like a dark curtain, and he didn't have time to dodge it at such a close distance. Years of training have also been experienced here, and Yang Long is very agile, holding the sharp teeth of the wild boar at the last moment.

The fangs were gripped and the boar snorted, with a hint of mockery in his eyes. In addition to the sharp teeth, the power of the wild boar is also its proud side, even the strength of an adult can hardly resist its collision force, not to mention the little guy in front of him who is only seven or eight years old.

"Bump" A huge thrust came from the teeth, accompanied by an irresistible pressure.

Yang Long held sharp teeth in his hand, gritted his teeth and kept retreating, and the force of the wild boar's collision was terrifying. Before that, he could resist hard, but when both sides were exhausted, the gap became even more apparent. Yang Long's hand trembled violently, and the wound on his left arm only lasted for a moment, and suddenly a blood flower burst out, and the injured left arm could no longer withstand this collision and cracked open again, obviously weak.

The wild boar also seemed to sense this, and at that moment, the center of gravity of its head shifted slightly, and it slammed into the direction of Yang Long's left arm. It was where the defenses were weakest, and if he was hit, he would have been pierced in the abdomen.

"Not good" sensed the change in the direction of the wild boar's impact, Yang Long's expression froze, and his pupils changed suddenly, this crisis was very familiar to him, and it was already life-threatening. Even if Yang Long's strength has been tempered, he can only be called a wild boar at the peak of his strength, and he is injured this time, and if there is no accident with this blow, he will not be able to dodge it at all.

"Brother Yang" Zilan exclaimed, jumping down from the tree, her small body as light as a fallen leaf. Unfortunately, she was too far away, and this sudden change made her powerless, and her rescue couldn't catch up at all.

"Hmph" A low muffled hum came from the front, Zilan covered her small mouth, tears had already blurred her eyes.

But when she lifted her teary-eyed little face, she was stunned, and the scene in front of her was completely different from what she had imagined.

The Yang Dragon was indeed knocked into the air not far away, and shockingly, the wild boar also fell. Zi Lan pinched the little wolf cub who had already turned her white eyes, followed closely behind, and quickly ran to Yang Long's side to protect her, staring at the wild boar in front of her with a pair of clear eyes. But at this time, the wild boar was no longer lifeless, its eyes were sunken, and two lines of blood and tears flowed out with black liquid.

It was then that Whitebeard staggered out of the other side of the forest. He still held the flask in his hand, and drank it without a sip, as if he would never finish it.

"Oh! Looks like I'm missing a good fight!" Whitebeard gradually approached, and with a smile on his face, he looked at Yang Long, who was angry and weak, and said, "Well, it's good that you learn to be in danger and seize your weaknesses to attack." However, sometimes people need to be self-aware, knowing that it is foolish to do what they cannot do, and not to lose their lives for it. ”

"Grandpa......" As soon as Zilan saw Whitebeard training Brother Yang, she couldn't help but shout, "You know that Brother Yang can't cultivate, but why do you want him to come out to hunt beasts, why do you want him to do the same amount of tasks as us? Now you have to teach others a lesson, Brother Yang almost braided his hair just now, and you actually turned a blind eye." Hmph!"

Whitebeard wanted to glare at Zilan fiercely, but he found that Zilan's big eyes were already hazy with tears, and while wiping his tears, he glared at himself angrily, and immediately he smiled and said, "Hehe, baby girl, this is the way your big brother Yang has chosen, I haven't asked him." ”

To say that among all the children, the one who is not afraid of a white beard is none other than Zilan. Although Whitebeard is her mentor, in the eyes of everyone, Whitebeard is afraid of Zilan, a little girl. Seeing that the little girl was about to go crazy, she changed the topic as she spoke, and changed the topic and said, "Oh! Look at your big brother Yang's appearance, if you don't treat it in time, this left arm is estimated to be useless." ”

Sure enough, when it came to Yang Long, Zilan was taken aback. The blow of the wild boar just now was not light, even if its life had been taken away by the Yang Dragon before the wild boar hit, but the remaining impact force was firmly on his injured left arm.

Zilan gently supported Yang Long, looked at the left arm that had already been dyed red, and shouted in a distressed voice, "Brother Yang, are you okay?"

"I guess I really swallowed my fart. Whitebeard muttered from beside him.

Hearing this, Zilan was startled at first, and her siblings groped for a while in a panic. Looking at Yang Long's trembling eyelashes, he only reacted afterwards, stared at the old man with a blushing face, waved his white pink fist at him, and glared angrily. At this time, the old man gave up.

"Ahem, old man, don't worry! I won't die. A low cough came from the Yang Dragon, who lowered his head. When he couldn't lift his head, a strong smile gradually dizzy in the dim sunset, and it looked particularly dazzling on the boy's face, and now he was only eight years old, and there was no childishness in his conversation.