Night.

A lonely moon hangs high, through the gaps in the branches of the mountains and forests, revealing spots of light.

Yuan Ming sat cross-legged on a moonlight shadow spot, his palms against each other, one hand pointing to the sky, and the other pointing to the ground.

His body was shrouded in a layer of hazy moonlight, which was different from other places, and the light and shadow were misty, as if it were foggy and tulle, and it would not disperse for a long time.

At this moment, his eyebrows were furrowed, and beads of sweat were rolling down his forehead, as if he was trying to make some kind of attempt.

But after a few moments, his brow relaxed, and he suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a hint of exhaustion in his eyes.

"Alas, it seems that I really am not this material, I have worked hard for so long, it is difficult to fully realize even the contemplation of the sea of knowledge, let alone the contemplation of the whole body. At this pace, if you want to complete the first layer of cultivation, it will be difficult for me to see it in ten years or eight years. It's still really good to honestly cultivate the Nine Yuan Technique. Yuan Ming sighed and accepted the reality.

In this world, if only they were all like the Nine Yuan Formula, it would be nice if they were cultivated so smoothly.

He put away the magic formula, terminated this cultivation, and for the time being, he didn't plan to continue to practice the "Dark Moon Technique", although the night practice like this every day, although the control of the divine consciousness had improved slightly, but it made him physically and mentally exhausted, and the cultivation of the Nine Yuan Technique during the day was affected.

And, after a period of silence, he found that there was no rumor of the manhole incident outside, and it seemed that the accident that occurred during that trial did not cause too many waves, and he wondered when he would resume hunting.

After all, accumulating blood and food, and finding a way to become a registered disciple as soon as possible is the right thing.

The registered disciples he met before, although they may not be better than him, but all of them have spirit beasts and magic weapons, which really makes Yuan Ming, a poor furry beast slave, envious of him.

Of course, what is more important is that you can get rid of the identity of the furry beast slave with no status, no hope, and no freedom, and get closer to returning to the Central Plains and retrieving your memory.

……

Fast forward to three months later.

In the evening, a meandering river flows slowly through a dense jungle.

On the surface of the water near the shore, a piece of blue-gray rotten wood floats quietly on the water, and the surrounding water flows slowly past it, rippling in bursts of ripples.

On the bank of the river, a sturdy black-haired wild boar was drinking water by the river, with a pair of dark red eyes, swimming back and forth, carefully observing the movements around him.

The mountain forest is dimly lit and quiet, and only the birds occasionally scream.

Seeing the peace around him, the black-haired wild boar gradually relaxed, the little short tail flicked gently behind him, and his mouth was immersed in the river water, and he began to drink water in a big gulp, and he drank it until it was bubbling.

At this moment, the rotten wood that was quietly floating beside it suddenly cocked, and a huge black shadow appeared on the surface of the water, revealing a huge bloody mouth, and bit towards the black boar.

The black-haired boar retreated in panic, but the mud under his feet was unusually slippery, and he couldn't retreat far for a while.

The owner of the bloody mouth jumped directly out of the water, and it was a giant gray-black crocodile covered with square scales, and its huge mouth was almost the same size as the black-haired wild boar.

I saw that after it rushed out of the water, it instantly caught up with the black-haired wild boar and bit down again.

As soon as the huge and powerful upper and lower jaws closed, the head of the black boar and the small half of the body were bitten into it.

The black-haired boar struggled with its limbs to escape.

But after the black-scaled giant crocodile bit it, it immediately pulled back into the river.

Immediately afterwards, the waves in the river were surging, and the body of the black-scaled giant crocodile continued to roll in it, twisting the body of the black-haired wild boar together, and the blood mixed with the mud and sand at the bottom of the river gushed together, and it was turbid.

Although the black boar is not weak, it has no resistance in the water at all, and it completely stopped moving after a while.

The black-scaled giant crocodile dragged its body, quickly swam back to shore, and began to devour little by little, sending the whole body of the black-haired wild boar into its throat.

The sound of "click" kept ringing.

The bones in the throat of the black-scaled giant crocodile were extremely powerful, crushing the bones on the black-haired wild boar's body little by little, and swallowing half of the boar's body in a short time.

Just as the giant crocodile was enjoying the food, on the old tree on the bank of the river, the figure who had been lying quietly on the trunk grinned.

He was dressed in white ape skin and had a bronze long sword tied to his waist, which was Yuan Ming.

In order to hunt this first-level beast, he had been lurking here for four days and three nights, and this time he finally waited for his chance.

"It's now!"

He secretly said in his heart, his body turned over, and he jumped directly from the tree, and at the same time urged the technique of draping, and his body grew rapidly, turning into a white-haired old ape with knotted muscles.

The black-scaled giant crocodile noticed the abnormality, and hurriedly retreated towards the river without continuing to eat.

How could Yuan Ming give it a chance to escape, his arms clenched the herring sword, and while the mana was infused, he stabbed it fiercely with the accumulation of Yuan arm.

There was a bang.

The herring fish sword stabbed the scales on the back of the black-scaled giant crocodile, and the blade of the sword slipped and failed to pierce it with a sword.

The black-scaled giant crocodile was in pain, and his long tail flicked violently, but he couldn't hit Yuan Ming.

Yuan Ming saw that he couldn't break the armor, and he was a little surprised for a while, and saw that the black-scaled giant crocodile was still shaking its body and moving towards the river, and immediately changed his plan.

He flipped over, fell from it, and performed a shadowless step, avoiding the giant crocodile's long tail sweep, and a sword slashed out, slashing at one of the black-scaled giant crocodile's legs.

The scales on its body are indestructible, but the legs are not as strong as protection.

After a sword, blood burst out, and the wound was already boneless.

The black-scaled giant crocodile was in pain and wanted to roar, but there was still a black-haired wild boar stuck in its mouth, and it couldn't vomit and swallow, and it was extremely uncomfortable.

Yuan Ming saw this point and chose to make a move at this time.

He deftly dodged the crocodile's long tail, and slashed at its wound again.

only heard the sound of "click", and one of the legs of the giant crocodile was directly cut off by him.

The black-scaled giant crocodile was in great pain, and a pair of dark yellow eyes flickered, shedding crystal tears.

It fought for its injuries and accelerated its retreat towards the river, but Yuan Ming did the same, cutting off one of its legs on the other side.

The black-scaled giant crocodile with two broken legs, even if he wants to be fast, he can't be fast.

Yuan Ming was like a butcher, avoiding the tail sweeping attack without hurrying, dismembering the black-scaled giant crocodile little by little, but the latter couldn't do anything about him at all.

About half an hour later, half of the black-scaled crocodile with all four limbs had retreated into the river, but it had a bronze sword stuck in one of its eyes.

The herring sword has been penetrating its brain from its eyes, completely cutting off its vitality.

Yuan Ming sat on the side, his chest heaving, panting heavily.

With his current strength, it is still quite difficult to hunt a fierce beast that has just reached the first-level upper level strength alone, and even the risk is not small, but this time he is fully prepared and can succeed by tricks.

After resting for a moment, he began to dismember the giant crocodile's abdomen, peeling off its entire skin.

This thing is a high-grade material for refining soft armor, and it is quite popular with the famous disciples of Biluo Cave.

After shaving some crocodile meat, he found the biggest catch of the time from its body, a "blood pill" the size of a dragon's eye.

After packing up, Yuan Ming took his loot and returned to the temporary den that was relatively close.

At night, he lit a bonfire under the treehouse, skewered crocodile meat and grilled it on the fire, and as the grease seeped out, an enticing aroma permeated the surroundings.

After all these years of tempering, Yuan Ming is no longer the weak little beast slave, not to mention that the cultivation of the fifth layer of qi refining is already the best among the many woolly beast slaves, and in terms of dealing with the enemy and hunting experience, he is already the best among them.

He had already set up all kinds of traps around him, so he was not worried that the fire and the smell of meat would attract other fierce beasts, but if he really threw himself into the net, he was happy to collect a few more blood food.

After this period of crazy accumulation, his share of blood food has almost been saved, and counting today's harvest, there are less than four hundred copies left from the goal of one thousand shares.

As soon as he thought of being able to break away from the identity of the furry beast slave and enter the Biluo Cave Sect, Yuan Ming was in a good mood.

You know, although he used the mysterious incense burner hidden in his arm to suppress the backlash caused by the use of the Shawl Technique, the effect became weaker and weaker, and he even had a near-mental breakdown.

There was not much time left for him.

Yuan Ming took a crocodile meat that was about to be roasted from the fire, and was about to take a bite when there was a sudden crashing sound in the distance.

"There are really fierce beasts chasing ......"

Yuan Ming took a bite of meat and chewed it, inserted the rest back into the ground, got up and rushed towards the direction where the sound came from.

Through the dim moonlight, Yuan Ming saw that the trap he had laid had become a mess.

The excavated pit was staggered with four logs with sharpened ends, and below it was a net woven with animal tendons, covering the entire pit.

Yuan Ming stepped forward and saw that the two logs had been broken, and the extremely tough net had also been torn open.

There was a shadow in the pit below, rushing left and right in a rage, making a dull sound.

The dim light made it difficult for him to see the situation underneath for a while, so Yuan Ming turned around and walked back with a piece of firewood on fire.

By the light of the firewood, he saw a tall green wolf standing at the bottom of the pit.

"Huh......"

Yuan Ming took a closer look, and a trace of doubt suddenly flashed in his eyes.

The green wolf at the bottom of the pit looked a little strange, it was not lying on all fours, but only standing on its hind legs, and its two paws were constantly digging towards the walls of the pit on both sides.

"Roar...... Hiss ......"

While the green wolf waved its claws, it also let out bursts of suppressed low roars from its mouth from time to time, and it seemed to be very painful.