Chapter 4 has no aura

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The goblin took the black musket, and I don't know where it was, a small groove suddenly popped up on the butt, stuffed the swift wolf crystal nucleus into the groove, and closed it again, still without the slightest gap.

Lear's eyes lit up, and he snatched the black musket, but he didn't take aim, so he picked up the musket and fired a shot into the depths of the forest.

"Boom!" the force made his arm shake, and he almost threw his gun to the ground. A fist-sized cyan wind blade burst out of its chamber and sank into the forest.

In an instant, he was dumbfounded, not far away, a thick giant tree hugged by two people had a black hole the size of a bowl, and from the mouth of the hole, he could see the branches and leaves on the opposite side!

This shot actually pierced a giant tree!

Lear didn't close his mouth for a long time, strong! It's too strong! Sure enough, it's a high-quality killing weapon made by goblins! But the shock is also big, he aimed at the goblin's thin arm, if the goblin shoots, will his arm be broken?

Although Lear is only sixteen years old, he is one meter seven or eight tall, which can be called a tiger's back, and his strength is even more amazing, even ordinary adult Evenks dare not compete with him.

The goblin was a little flustered by his staring, and hurriedly said: "Now you can prove that it is a real goblin musket, right? And the posture of your gun is not right, it is easy to hurt yourself." Excuse me, can you give me some food and clean water now?"

"Yes, yes, of course!" Lear quickly pulled open his skin and handed the water bag to the goblin, he scratched his head embarrassedly and said, "But, this gun? I'll give it back to you, it's too precious, even if I treat you to this meal." ”

Although Lear has an eye for money, and has the habit of collecting treasures, (the dead ghost master smiled at Jiuquan, this is the result of his ears and eyes and earnest teaching, the old guy relies on collecting spiritual weapons and devouring the spiritual energy in spiritual weapons to cultivate), but he still has his own bottom line in his heart, that is, he can't take advantage of others for no reason, taking advantage is a loss, and it is a tried and tested truth.

The goblin didn't withdraw the musket, but a spark flashed in his clear blue eyes: "I said it, exchange this goblin musket for some food and water...... Moreover, the goblin musket consumes a lot of energy, and its most suitable energy is the fire crystal nucleus, and that wind crystal nucleus can only shoot ten shots at most!"

Lear was startled, that swift wolf crystal nucleus was worth more than a dozen gold coins, and it could only shoot ten shots, wouldn't that be more than one gold coin per shot? This, where is this gun, it is a money-burning machine! His face suddenly fell.

Poor Lear is still in a state of abject poverty, and if it weren't for the shit luck, digging up a Warcraft crystal nucleus, and getting a complete wolf skin, I'm afraid even how to survive the winter would have been a problem.

It was completely dark, and after such a delay, it was impossible to get to the next camp, but as a hunter, Lear had long been accustomed to the wild life in the big forest.

Soon the fire was blazing, a wolf's leg was roasted on the wooden rack, and Lear went to the river to get a lump of mud, and entrailed the black civet chicken, put in the condiments of his own preparation, wrapped it in a clean leaf, and put a thick layer of mud on the outside, and put it in the campfire.

The goblin watched in amazement as Lear busied himself, the first time he had seen such a way of eating.

"I say, goblin brother, I don't know your name until now? My name is Richard, from Moss......" Lear said.

"I, my name is ...... You can call me Keith,** Keith......" The goblin slowly lowered his head, and in the light of the fire, this Richard's eyes were so bright that he panicked a little.

Lear stroked the goblin musket while turning the roasting wolf's legs, this is really a big killer, and it is also a big killer that burns money, but with this musket, the spotted fire leopard that he had to walk around in the past, and even the earth storm bear himself dared to touch their tails.

You must know that the more high-level the demonic beast, the easier it is to grow crystal nuclei. Poor Jianghu Warlock, the last descendant of the Heavenly Art Sect in that world, since he came to this world, he has an empty stomach of cultivation theory, even the "Taixu Heavenly Scripture" has been memorized very well, but since he was three years old, when he was ready to start building the foundation again, he found that there was no aura at all in this world!

Although the aura on the earth is thin, it is not thin enough to cultivate, but there is no aura in this world at all! There are all kinds of elements floating in the air, such as the fire element, the wind element, the earth element, and the water element...... There is no heaven and earth aura mentioned in the Daomen.

Without aura, it is naturally impossible to cultivate, and Lear once thought about transforming various elements into aura, but the actual result proved that this path did not work.

Absorbing a little fire element almost set his body on fire, absorbing a little water element almost freezing himself into a piece of ice, only the earth element can barely absorb it, but it is too difficult to transform into aura, the slow absorption and transformation speed, and the pain of physical torture have made Lear completely desperate, at this rate, before he can finish building the foundation, I am afraid that he will be so old that his teeth have fallen out.

In desperation, Lear only used the aura that he had worked so hard to absorb to make a few stand-in peach puppets, and he could also shield himself from disasters at critical times.

Drops of golden wolf oil dripped on the charcoal fire, making a sizzling sound, and a scent spread, and the goblin ** Sky's eyes showed a hungry light.

"Alright, it's time to eat...... Dead chicken!" Lear screamed happily, why is it so awkward! He glanced at the small chest of the goblin **, which was as flat as the vast prairie, and there was no "**" at all! Lear didn't want to take advantage of this "delicate" goblin, and no matter how beautiful the goblin was, it was also a goblin, and it was a male goblin, and Lear thought that he was not a broken back.

The goblin devoured it, and kept pouting its pale green lips, the hot wolf meat was very rough, not too tasty, but the goblin still swallowed it heedlessly, like a starving ghost reincarnated.

"Slow down, there's something better!" Lear saw in a blink of an eye that half of the wolf on a wolf's leg was gone, and two catties of meat had been swallowed by the goblin.

"Poor goblin, I don't know how long I haven't eaten......" Lear shook his head helplessly, pulling out the charred and blackened mud from the fire.

Knocking open the mud with a stone, a pungent fragrance greeted him, and Lear intoxicated himself into the aroma, which was a craft he had learned from the dead ghost master, "It's called Flower Chicken!"

The smell wafted in, and the goblin, who was munching on it, couldn't help but stop and sniff his nose, "Wow! The goblin jumped up with a scream, but fell to the ground again.

His stomach was already bulging, and most of the wolf's legs had entered his belly, and he wanted to eat it, but there was no place to put it.

"Hehe, eat some more......" Lear ripped off a chicken leg and handed it to **, ** looked at it with wide eyes and shook his head with difficulty.

"Did I tell you to eat slowly, why don't you listen......" Lear smiled innocently.

The goblin was eager to punch him in the face that seemed to be innocent, and he was crying in his heart, you, aren't you intentional!

After eating the "Flower Chicken" and drinking a large bowl of broth, Lear was satisfied to lay some dry branches on the dry fire that had been extinguished, and lay down heavily, and prepared to sleep.

But he was astonished to find that the goblin had taken out a small tent out of nowhere and quickly slipped into it.

"Uh, uh......**, the dead chicken, let's talk, let's eat......" Lear shouted, but the goblin ignored him, and there was no echo at all.

Lear had no choice but to hug, um. Of course, it was the goblin black musket, and he slowly fell asleep and chatted with Zhou Gong and his old man, but before going to bed, he hadn't forgotten to release a peachwood puppet as a sentry.

In the big forest, as long as he is careless, his small body does not know which monster's snack to become.

Lear opened his eyes as the birds chirped, and the long black hair on his forehead was already wet with the morning dew, and the goblin tent was gone.

"**-Dead chicken, uh, no, Ski!" exclaimed Lear, and the goblin was gone alone, and he checked his things, and the goblin musket was still there, and there was no shortage of prey...... He was relieved.

"Ahh......h

He hurried over, only to find that the goblin had fallen into a trap again, and this trap was made by himself last night! Poor goblin, you have no experience in the jungle at all, what are you doing in the big forest!

The trap was made of a thick trunk with a strong bullet, and a sharpened wooden thorn was tied to the top of the trunk, and as soon as the animal passed the trigger mechanism, the trunk quickly swept over, piercing the prey's thigh or stomach.

The poor goblin was now pierced in the thigh by a wooden thorn, almost all penetrated.

The goblin screamed miserably.

"Don't you see, there's a sign from a hunter that indicates a trap!" Lear said, pointing to a few messy marks on the trunk. Of course, he wouldn't say that he had left the mark, and that he had designed the trap.

Doing good deeds without leaving a name is Lear's tradition. (The old dead ghost continues to smile at Jiuquan...... ）

The goblin tilted his head and fainted.

Lear hurriedly ran forward to free the goblin from the trap, then tore open his clothes, put some herbs on him, and bandaged it briefly. He was surprised to find that the goblin's skin was very smooth, and there was no smell on the body of the legendary goblin...... It's comparable to a girl's skin, and it feels so good that it's smacking!

"Poor goblin, what's the ...... running around" Liarrory muttered as he carried the goblin back to the makeshift camp, and now that he was in trouble, what should he do?

Do you leave the goblin here to fend for himself, or ......

"It's bad luck for Lao Tzu...... Lear thought for a moment, carried the huge leather bag to his shoulder, and even the goblin musket was put into the backpack, and then threw the goblin on the leather bag, holding a rough bow and arrow in his hand, and pinning the half-meter-long meteorite chip to his waist, and slowly walked out of the forest.

At some point, the goblin on his shoulder quietly opened his eyes and let out a shrill scream at the sight of the strip of cloth wrapped around his thigh......

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