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The joy of the middle of the night has been completely extinguished in the tide of the dark night, and only the embers of the bonfires are still faintly emitting green smoke in the square.

In the early hours of the morning, before dawn, the felt tent blown by the cool breeze beeped, and the leader of Huerle slowly came to the front of the Zhou Road tent with a sad face.

Huerle reached out and touched his gray head, his eyebrows were locked, he had too much unwillingness in his heart:

Zhou Lu has also summoned the battle spirit, why can others enter the Heavenly Demon Pavilion but Zhou Lu cannot?

Last night, Huerle knew that there was no hope, but he still secretly went to the Great Elder with indignation and the last trace of luck to plead, but was ruthlessly scolded by the Great Elder and coldly scolded.

Huerle's old face flushed, and his last hope was dashed.

Without entering the Heavenly Demon Pavilion, it would be extremely difficult to obtain cultivation resources, and the path of cultivation was too long, without resources such as those elixirs or cheats, a person would almost have no possibility of becoming a top-level hunter.

The token that Meng Tian handed back to Zhou Lu and the two of them in public last night, Hu'er Le saw it clearly on the side, and his heart was tightening for a while at that time, he didn't know how his grandson could persist under such a blow.

Huerle gently opened the curtain of the tent, and a warm air came from inside the felt tent, dispelling the cold of the night. By the sporadic light of the fireplace and seeing the chubby Zhou Lu lying on his side on the animal skin, the hunting ground leader felt a great pain in his heart.

Who else knows his grandson better than he does.

Others think that Zhou Lu is greedy for life and afraid of death, and has no consciousness of becoming a warrior, but Huerle knows that it is just that Zhou Lu is extremely disdainful of the warrior spirit of sacrificing his life in exchange for honor. When Zhou Lu was seven years old, he dared to sneak into the tent guarded by nine vicious big hounds, throw a bag of hot shit into the hunter's house who called him a little bastard, and when he was nine years old, he ran outside the tent of the arrogant girl who looked down on him to peek at people's baths......

Others think that Zhou Lu has a bad stomach and is an out-and-out little bastard, but Hu'erle knows that it is just Zhou Lu's slightly more obscene means in order to get what he likes...... Moreover, Zhou Lu is not obscene to his relatives at all, if any relatives are bullied, Zhou Lu can work hard.

Zhou Lu's qiē is not normal, in fact, it is only because he lives too real and casual, and regards everything that does not conform to his nature as stupid.

Thinking of this, Hu'erle smiled bitterly.

He knew that his grandson was sometimes indeed a bit of a headache with his obscene methods, and maybe it would be better to let him go through some hardships and tribulations, so that he might realize that sometimes life may not necessarily do exactly what he wants.

However, Huerle thought again, and after a while, at dawn, Zhou Lu would go to report to the Eagle Wing Ranger Brigade. The Eagle Wing Rangers were responsible for garrisoning the tribe's frontier, the West Mine, where the poor sand bandits never broke their covetousness.

The rigors and hardships there are far from imagining for those who are accustomed to life in the hunting grounds.

I don't know how Zhou Lu will be bullied by those old fritters-like hunters and ruffians, and I don't know how many disasters he will have to endure there.

And the orders of the Great Elder are unchangeable.

Thinking of this, Huerle felt an irrepressible sadness in his heart.

By the sporadic firelight, Hu'erle stared deeply at his grandson who was sleeping there, he couldn't let go, Zhou Lu left the hunting ground for the first time to live another life, I don't know if he will take care of himself in such a difficult environment, will he lose weight......

Zhou Lu, who was lying there, didn't know what kind of dream he had, muttering something in his mouth, one leg snapped over, and his whole body became extremely sweet sleeping on his back to the sky.

And on his side, where he had hugged his arm earlier, three gnawed leg bones of lamb were placed side by side, and the tooth marks on them could still be faintly seen.

The leader of Huerle stared at it all of a sudden, and suddenly felt that he couldn't cry or laugh, and his face suddenly showed a hateful expression:

This little bastard, he doesn't have enough sabers on him, how did he get so many roast leg of mutton? I'm not afraid he'll take care of himself, I'm afraid he'll lose weight......

Huerle angrily lifted the curtain and turned out, walked outside the cool tent, and suddenly burst out laughing, he knew that it was time to let go of those calf guards. His grandson's ability to survive is far stronger than he imagined.

......

Zhou Lu was so tired last night that he slept very deeply.

Since returning last night, he has been experimenting with the lilac flame.

After the brute cyclone in the dantian formed an instinct and could run endlessly without relying on the flames, Zhou Lu tried to urge the flames to leave the dantian and go to other places to test whether it had other magical abilities.

Later, Zhou Lu was pleasantly surprised, everything with energy, this cluster of flames was very interested, and he would run over and burn it fiercely.

The hidden diseases and dark wounds left by the accumulation of energy in his body, and the medicinal properties left after taking the elixir, were all refined by the flames like broken bamboos. After refining, it turned waste into treasure, and all of it became the purest source energy, which melted into the meridians like mist.

Zhou Lu excitedly runs the Zhou Tian to absorb that energy as used. After practicing over and over again, Zhou Lu Huo Ran opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of turbidity, and there were bright little stars in front of him, and his heart was full of joy for a while.

With those burned stasis energies, Zhou Lu actually slowly rose his skill from the fourfold primary level of the Tuman Heart Sutra to the fourfold intermediate level.

In Zhou Lu's original concept, this kind of progress is absolutely impossible to achieve in two or three years.

Zhou Lu suddenly realized that he could pick up the treasure at this sacrifice.

Whatever has energy, the flame will burn and refine it for oneself to absorb and use, so in the future, wouldn't it be oneself, what herbs, demon cores, waste pills, and ores with energy, wouldn't they be able to fill their stomachs with one brain, so wouldn't their power increase several times faster than others?

Thinking of this, Zhou Lu sat there and became proud:

"Hmph, what's the big deal about summoning the Demon Beast Battle Spirit, look down on me, sooner or later I'll let you all know how powerful I am. ”

"Half a year later, isn't there still half a year? How do you know that I won't get involved in that list?"

"Chicks, wait and cheer for me!"

Zhou Lu was too tired to toss happily, and after doing countless experiments, his current cluster of flames was also a little weak, and he couldn't keep up his spirits when he shrank in the dantian.

Thinking about it, it takes effort to burn the accumulated energy of the flame, and it takes effort to spend energy.

Later, more of the power of the accumulated energy was burned, and the whole cluster of flames jumped and popped, as if they would be extinguished at any time.

At this time, Zhou Luke was frightened, he only cared about letting the flame burn energy, but how could the flame's own strength be replenished? Could it be that because there was no follow-up power to replenish it, this cluster of flames would die because of the burning of too many things......

Zhou Lu was scared and didn't dare to do any more experiments, so he nervously lay down with the animal skin in his arms, forcing himself to sleep and let the flames rest for a while.

That night, Zhou Lu fell asleep drooling, and in his dream he also dreamed that he was extremely majestic, and many beautiful girls took the initiative to throw hugs to him, and those soft murder weapons were pressed on his chest and back, so uncomfortable.

And Tuke, who usually always looks at people with his head held high, also smiling and kneeling at his feet, letting him step on one foot without complaint.

"Haha......"

I don't know how long I slept, Zhou Lu woke up all of a sudden, and suddenly opened his eyes, only then did the sky already brighten. Rubbing his hazy sleepy eyes, Zhou Lu shivered and suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Last night, the Great Elder personally ordered him to report to the Eagle Wing Ranger Brigade today.

The military order is like a mountain, the words of the great elder are indisobedient military orders in the clan, if you miss the report, will you be killed.

Without any more sleep, Zhou Lu got up from the animal skin, rushed out in a hurry, untied a jujube red horse from outside the tent, and hurried to the Eagle Wing Ranger Brigade fifteen miles away.

It was early in the morning, and groups of hunters who were about to enter the wasteland to hunt called for their friends to prepare for their company, the majestic horses snorted, and the end of their noses was hot in the early morning, and the bright knives and guns hung on the side of the horses, and more hunters gathered from afar on horseback.

There were also groups of bald-headed and shirtless strong men, carrying mountain chopping axes on their shoulders, shouting trumpets and marching in groups to the dense forest to cut down trees.

Dozens of large boats carrying more than 1,000 fishermen and hunters were heading downstream, and under the huge nets spread out in the air, there were big fish that were stunned and jumping.

In the big school field over there, the war hunters rode iron, exchanged swords and guns, and began hard training early.

Looking out on the wasteland, the grand and busy scene is shocking, decorating this early morning with vitality.

When a large tribe of millions of people takes action to survive, the energy it explodes is amazing, and no matter how powerful a hunter is, it is only one particle in front of such energy.

Zhou Lu galloped on his horse, taking a deep breath of the cold air of the early morning, and he was suddenly enveloped by a wave of love in his chest, feeling as if he had merged into this magnificent and huge painting.

Because of an order from the Great Elder, from today onwards, he will no longer be able to idle in the hunting grounds, he will become a Predator, and he will integrate into a glorious and brave team of war hunters to start his career as a war hunter.

Zhou Lu had long heard of the prestige of the Eagle Wing Ranger Brigade, and had heard that the war hunters there were all iron-blooded elites who had been baptized in blood and had come out of countless tragic battles. Those young hunters who want to join such a hunter team need to go through extremely strict and cruel assessments.

Zhou Lu is also a war soul hunter who has participated in the sacrifice, otherwise he would never be assigned to such a horseman.

Zhou Lu rode on his horse, his ears winding, he had now stepped out of the shadow of sacrifice, and his heart was full of excitement for the fresh career of war.

"Will there be big-breasted girls there too?"

Zhou Lu noticed that he was a little distracted, wiped his saliva hard, and then whipped the horse's back, running faster.

In less than half an hour, the camp of the Eagle Wing Rangers, stationed in a hill, arrived.

This is just a temporary camp, a stocky and heavy centurion shouted loudly, more than a hundred combat hunters have come out of the tent, carrying long knives and riding hunting horses, those hunters have a long-standing slaughter of the fierce, the inadvertent killing intent in the eyes is terrifying, and the hills are full of iron and blood.

Zhou Lu looked at those sturdy men, with a look of envy on his face, and hurriedly jumped off the horse.

A soldier with a long knife at his waist ran over, listened to Zhou Lu's intention, took the reins of his horse, and led him to a large tent of the Chinese army.

The soldier went in to report, and after a while, he walked out, looked at Zhou Lu with a strange expression, and asked with a smile: "You are Zhou Lu?" Go in, the Mengyan hunter is waiting for you. ”

Zhou Lu smiled and nodded to the soldier, and cautiously slipped into the big tent, which was very wide, and behind the wide and heavy mahogany table, the tall and unangry Mengyan hunter was holding a sharp dagger, cutting the fat and juicy cooked beef and sending it to his mouth.

Munching on beef in his mouth, Meng Yan Hunter frowned tightly and looked at Zhou Lu who had walked into the tent, he wanted to see what the Great Elder had improvised and what the ridiculous bastard stuffed in looked like.

"Hunter Mengyan, I'm Zhou Lu, the Thirty-seventh Hunting Ground Hunter, and the Great Elder asked me to report to you today and join our Eagle Wing Ranger Brigade!"

After Zhou Lu entered the tent, he hurriedly made a majestic and high-spirited momentum, and folded his hand on his right shoulder with his chest and gave a salute.

"Well, a fat man?"

Meng Yan's chewing in his mouth stopped for a moment, and he was extremely unhappy in his heart: "Damn, a fat man dares to walk into my elite cavalry brigade, and dare to stand with my strong hunter warriors?"

After swallowing the beef in a few bites and wiping his mouth casually, Meng Yan leaned back, squinted his eyes slightly and asked:

"You are Zhou Lu? I heard that you were among the people who entered the sacrificial tower on the Heavenly Demon Festival last night?

Zhou Lu was a little weak-hearted, he could faintly sense the unkindness in the voice of the hunter, but the person in front of him was the biggest official in charge of his own destiny in the future, Zhou Lu salivated and accompanied the caution, nodded and replied: "Yes, hunting chief." ”

Meng Yan nodded, playing with the flesh-cutting dagger in his hand and continued to ask, "Since you have summoned the battle spirit, why didn't you come to the Heavenly Demon Pavilion but ran to our Eagle Wing Brigade to report?"

"Damn, you can't let me say it myself, it's because the Great Elder thinks my battle spirit is too wasteful, so he forced me out. Zhou Lu said with a bitter smile: "I guess it may be that the elders want me to get more experience." ”

"Experience?"

Meng Yan had a smile on his face, leaned forward from behind the table, and asked a little hesitantly, "I heard that you have a grandfather who is the leader of the hunting ground?" is Huerle of the Thirty-Seven Hunting Grounds......

"Yes, Hunter. ”

Zhou Lu scolded secretly in his heart: "I have already investigated it clearly, why bother with the yin and yang weirdness of hearing about the left sentence and the right sentence." ”

Slandering in his heart, but the expression on his face didn't dare to reveal it, Zhou Lu tried his best to smile and said, "When I came out, grandpa also asked me to bring it to you." ”

"Bring it?"

Meng Yan was furious, slapped his palm on the table in front of him, and the huge momentum shook the plate of cooked beef to the ground, and the plate rolled out far away, almost roaring and roaring:

"I don't care who the fuck is your son or grandson, and I don't care what kind of power you have behind you, I just know that if a waste who has not even succeeded in sacrificing wants to stuff us, I will not give you any good fruit to eat. ”

"It's violent. ”

Zhou Lu felt a wail in his heart, reflexively stood his chubby body straight, and shouted loudly: "Yes, Hunter, I'm sorry Hunter." ”

Meng Yan's fingers almost touched Zhou Lu's nose across the table:

"Listen to me, our brigade will never raise idlers who eat idle food, and here, maybe I will be the first to send you to the forefront of the fight against the blood barbarians. Remember for me, this is not your thirty-seven hunting ground, this is the Eagle Wing Ranger Brigade composed of all warriors and the strongest combat effectiveness of the Heavenly Demon Clan!"

The roaring voice of the Mengyan Hunter shook the big tent, and it could be heard clearly from a long distance outside the tent.

Zhou Lu stood down, the flesh on his body trembled, and he was not happy in his heart.

Who am I recruiting to provoke someone, the Heavenly Demon Pavilion didn't enter, and even this Eagle Wing Brigade is not easy to stay, looking at the fierce temper of this hunter, the future will be a little difficult.