"Bang ......"

Pulling out the green scale halberd, he jumped hard, and smashed it to the side, San Lang couldn't help but let out a long breath, he turned over and took out a Guiling Pill and took it, and then took out a blood-red bead and held it in his hand, he had exhausted his strength, and with his eyes half-closed, he didn't move, only the slightly undulating chest could prove that he was still alive......

What San Lang didn't know was that at this moment, in a void not far from him, a figure was pointing at him and scolding: "As a Xiong Tianjiao, it's not that he doesn't have a means to save his life, how can he be so risky?

It's just that the fierceness of the scolding on his lips, but in the depths of his eyes, there is clearly a trace of appreciation that cannot be hidden.

......

Time passed, the big day became oblique, and after resting for a long time, he recovered a little strength, and San Lang supported the ground with his hands and slowly sat up.

After looking inward, with a wry smile on his face, San Lang shook his head casually, and said secretly: "Well, this freshly repaired injury has fallen back half of it all at once......"

After a while, with another force, he slowly got up with the green scale halberd, feeling the feeling of weakness and weakness in his body, Saburo had a bitter smile on his face, and he was even more helpless in his heart, there was no way, this is the consequence of forcibly overdrawing the power of the bloodline......

The tip of his nose twitched slightly, sniffing the faint smell of blood in the air, San Lang squinted his eyes and looked around, and couldn't help but secretly say: "Speaking of which, I was lucky today, but this didn't even attract spirit beasts......?" , is it because the fight just happened so hard?"

After thinking about it, he couldn't come to a definite conclusion, so he shook his head and didn't think about it too much, Saburo looked straight to the side, only to see the corpse of the sword armor thunder light beast like a small hill lying quietly, and the bubbling blood on its body had all coagulated, leaving a large dark red blood stain.

"Hey...... , a good fourth-level spirit beast essence blood, just like that, it's gone......"

With a long sigh, Saburo was deeply distressed by this, and then his gaze looked to another place, where only a scorched earth remained.

The heartache on his face was even stronger.

"Lei Xinguo, it's gone......"

"Hey...... , this fight is a bloody loss ......"

Shaking his head and sighing, he quickly sorted out his mood, San Lang's eyes were like an eagle, he looked around, and saw that there was no movement, holding the bead in one hand and the green scale halberd in the other, and walked straight in a certain direction of the mountain forest......

......

Night is gradually falling, somewhere on the periphery of Qingfu Mountain, a soft light flickered, through the layers of branches and leaves, it can be seen that between a certain branch, a small figure is sitting obliquely against the trunk of a tree, he is holding a moonstone in one hand, and a map in the other, and is looking at it carefully.

Needless to say, his person was San Lang, I saw him pointing and drawing on the map with one hand, and whispering to himself with his head sideways: "From Leping to Peiyang, and then through Liaocheng to Jincheng, hmm...... , counting the time, it is more than enough, but ......"

He looked back at the depths of the dark mountains and forests, it didn't make much sense to stay here, after all, he was here to hunt beasts to make money, not to play with his life......

"Hey......" sighed softly

, spit out the depression in his heart, San Lang said secretly: "Let's go first, this place is too chaotic now......"

Fu moved the map again, San Lang planned carefully along the route, and when he arrived at a certain place, he was suddenly a little satisfied, and his finger followed that place, and said: "Qingquan County, Qianquan Mountain, this place is good, let's go here first!"

"Stay for a few days, get some essence blood, and then go to Jincheng through Yelan!"

After arranging the route roughly, Saburo folded the map and put it away, and then took back the moonstone, and suddenly, it disappeared into the thick night.

When he opened his mouth to take a pill, he half-squinted his eyes, leaned his back against the trunk of the tree, listened to the four directions, and silently recuperated his injuries.

......

In the morning, the first rays of sunlight shine through the foliage and into the lush woods.

Qianquan Mountain, under a certain mountain rock, in front of a stone pool, a small figure is doing some strange movements, his body is surrounded by crystal white blood and qi, and a strong aura permeates from his body, forming a strong contrast with the small figure!

The person is none other than San Lang, who is cultivating the metamorphosis body.

After a long time, the sun rose, and it slowly closed its momentum.

"Hoo ......"

With a long breath, San Lang clenched his fists slightly, and a smile rose at the corner of his mouth: "The fourth order of the general realm is finally stable!"

Stretching his waist widely, Saburo, who was in a good mood, hummed softly, jumped and walked into the distance.

Following the trickling water, he jumped over several boulders, turned around again, and in a short time, his figure disappeared into the shadows of the trees.

......

"Huh?"

Wandering around for a long time, but not finding a target that interested him, Saburo was depressed, suddenly, as if he had found something, his footsteps stopped, and he looked straight in a certain direction.

"This breath is Shichiro?"

Feeling the familiar atmosphere, his eyebrows were raised, and the joy instantly crawled all over his face, and he didn't stop for a moment, San Lang totoed, his body shook, and he ran straight to a certain place.

After a while, he became more and more sure that there was Shichiro in front of him, and Saburo was even more happy in his heart, after all, this can be regarded as a foreign acquaintance, how can he not be happy?

It's just that feeling the more and more obvious fluctuations of the fight in front of him, just as it was approaching, San Lang suddenly exhausted his breath, like a phantom, and silently touched straight ahead.

The figure flashed, fell on a tree branch, San Lang looked straight ahead, not far away, the wind gusted, the fireworks were swirling, and the surrounding was full of broken trees, in the middle, a man, a beast and two figures were fighting fiercely.

"Yo! Qingyan Demon Tiger of the Fourth Order of the General Realm?Qilang, this luck is good!"

The Qingyan Demon Tiger is basically a weak existence among the fourth-level spirit beasts, although the strength of this Qingyan Demon Tiger has reached the fourth order of the general realm, and it has awakened the inheritance combat skills, but in the eyes of San Lang, who knows Shichiro's strength, he has regarded this essence and blood as the thing in Qilang's bag, so his expression can be described as quite relaxed.

It's just that after looking at it for a while, San Lang's brows furrowed slightly, not that he was worried that Shichiro would be defeated, but that he found that Shichiro's offensive was a little bit lacking

When the momentum is raised, it will always be a little softer, as if it is afraid of hurting something.

"It's... Wounded?"

The casual look on his face gradually faded, Saburo stared silently at Shichiro's every move, and at a certain moment, his eyes flashed suddenly, but he saw Shichiro carrying a cloth bag on his chest, which was bulging, I don't know what was contained, and all of Shichiro's movements seemed to be deliberately protecting the things inside.

"What's that? that makes Toshiro so careful?"

The little worry in his heart dissipated, and the curiosity and doubts in his heart rose again, San Lang raised his eyebrows slightly, and his heart was full of thoughts, he knew that Qilang had space for wrist guards, and in this case, he had to carry another cloth bag, and the meaning of this was worth scrutinizing.

"That's... The cub of some kind of spirit beast? Or is it a spirit beast egg? But what kind of spirit beast can make Shichiro tempted? Yes, with its strength, I'm afraid it can't get it, right? Hmm...... Could it be some kind of strange beast?"

It's just that this idea was denied by San Lang as soon as it arose, not to mention that the spirit intelligence of the alien beast is far higher than that of the spirit beast, and it generally has its own racial power, and it will not appear here, that is, it is true, a strange beast that can give birth to a baby is definitely not something that Shichiro can afford now......

"That would be...... Well...... Is that a cute spirit animal? or ......?"

Thinking of a possibility, San Lang's eyes gradually narrowed, and after careful scrutiny, he was more than seventy percent sure, and suddenly, a little envy rose unconsciously in his heart.

Shaking his head, he threw many thoughts out of his mind, regardless of whether his guess was correct or not, anyway, he made sure that Shichiro did not have the slightest abnormality, Saburo found a comfortable position between the branches and sat down comfortably, turned over his hand and took out a big cyan fruit from his wristband, but he ate it slowly, looking like a front-row onlooker eating fruit......

(End of chapter)