Lin Luowen was running in the field, the tough fabric on his legs stained with the green juice of the grass. Killing twelve more first-level wind wolves can condense two first-level wolf power fruits.

An hour later, the white brain marrow and blood on the heavy sword were wiped off the wind wolf's fur, and a happy smile appeared on Lin Luowen's face. He ate the last two first-grade wolf power fruits. I feel the strength of my body increase again.

Heading towards the mountainous hills that covered a rather large area, there were many second-level demon beasts, and many students were hunting in the hills, forests, and valleys.

Lin Luowen is like a wandering ocelot, he observes his surroundings and terrain. Some fluorescent plants, thick roots tangled, a sea of crimson flowers, his eyes stared.

It's Pretty in Pink, a carnivorous flower with sharp, sharp teeth closed by Pretty Pink's enormous petals, and a caustic venom in its esophagus that helps them digest bones, flesh, and fur.

In the forest, Lin Luowen could see groups of students and lone students passing by from time to time, at this time he was wearing a bronze mask on his face, and he naturally carried the black heavy sword on his back. He ran the secret of seclusion, searching for something in the forest. Some perceptive students saw him and didn't bother to provoke this somewhat eccentric person.

A figure was lying on the ground, with brown dead branches and dead green blades of grass on top of his head and body, and a third-level Blue Flame Lion in the cavern about a hundred meters in front of him.

Its crystal nucleus is worth one hundred and fifty points. In the abbreviated map distributed by the assessment team, there is an introduction to the Blue Flame Wild Lion. The Blue Flame Lion is a third-level demon beast, manic and irritable by nature, and there are many Blue Flame Grass in the places where it grows, and the special smell and unique effect of the Blue Flame Grass make the Blue Flame Lion quite fond.

Every afternoon, the Blue Flame Lion comes out of its burrow and hunts within a three-kilometer radius.

Some faint blue flame-like hairs fluttered in the wind, burning like a campfire about to be extinguished at night. Its limbs were thick and powerful, its body about a foot long made it look very formidable, and it had broad and tall shoulders, and it ran out of the cave with a low roar in its throat.

A quarter of an hour later, the figure of a man entered the cavern. A beam of light descended from the cavern and landed on a small patch of Blue Flame Grass, a palm-length plant. Lin Luowen wore a black glove, and used the heavy sword in his hand to pout a small piece of blue flame grass, put it in the leather pocket of his waist, and then left.

Soon, the Blue Flame Lion returned to its cave, feeling unusually angry. However, its sense of smell is very keen, and not only does it smell the scent of a human, but it also has a unique smell of blue flame grass not far away. Running fast, it came to the blue-flame grass, chewed it down, and then smelled a smell of it......

Cyrus had been hunting in the forest for two days, and in those two days, he had killed many second-level monsters with his strength as a third-level warrior and excellent marksmanship. He had tried to challenge a third-level demon beast, but their strength was not much different, and if they continued to fight, they might lose both, so the two sides who were cunning and life-saving had a tacit understanding that there was no life-and-death struggle, and life was precious.

In front of him, in the midst of a tangle of dead branches and leaves, there was a brown figure crouching in it, not very conspicuous, but for the powerful vision and perception of a third-level warrior, this concealment was so ridiculous.

The brown figure turned his head, and Cyrus saw this person's face clearly, it was Lin Luowen. Cyrus felt a wave of anger rise in his heart, he hated Lin Luowen's quiet and expressionless eyes and face, and his heart longed to be contained by this rat living in a filthy gutter. Why would Fina like a mouse instead of her tall, handsome and rich self? This question was repeated countless times in his mind. In the dead of night, his gnashing of teeth was revealed in the darkness, and his desire and dissatisfaction made him feel pain. An irrepressible thought arose in his mind, killing him and erasing all traces of the battle......

The spear in his hand was stabbed out by Cyrus quickly, and Lin Luowen's heavy sword was crossed, and Cyrus saw that Lin Luowen's feet only took a few steps back, and the anger and jealousy in his heart became even stronger.

"Cyrus, what are you going to do?" Lin Luowen said in a little panic, turned around and wanted to escape. It's just that what he didn't expect in his heart was that he was so weak, and he only used thirty percent of his strength......

"Lin Luowen, Fina is mine, only I am worthy of her. And you're just a rat living in a gutter. You shameless person, I want to teach you a good lesson today. With that, the spear in his hand was thrown out quickly.

Lin Luowen looked at Cyrus's angry face and the murderous intent in his eyes. The heavy sword in his hand blocked again, and his footsteps quickly withdrew more than a meter, and he turned around and left quickly.

In his mind, speed and distance were being calculated.

After a quarter of an hour, Cyrus was chased after him, and whenever Cyrus tried to attack him, he would push him back a little distance. And Cyrus's heart was not without doubts about Lin Luowen's extraordinary strength, but his heart was full of long-standing resentment and shame, so he worked harder and harder.

Cyrus saw a sea of beautiful pink flowers, swaying, like a beautiful woman writhing slightly. And Lin Luowen suddenly threw out a blue flame grass, and there was still some juice on the blades of grass, and the blue flame grass fell on Cyrus's body. Soon after, Lin Luowen heard a huge and violent lion's roar, and a tall and mighty figure appeared not far away. Cyrus only felt a flicker in front of him, and Lin Luowen disappeared into the trees not far away.

Before he could catch up, a huge claw broke through the air, and it was the blue-flame lion with flamboyant hair and extreme anger. It is also a third level, and the strength of the Blue Flame Madness Lion is even stronger than that of Cyrus. The spear in Cyrus's hand struggled to support, and the huge force came from the spear in waves, making his body gradually feel pain.

Cyrus was heartbroken, and the spear stabbed through its claws and stabbed into the shoulder of the Blue Flame Lion, poking a large hole. At the same time, the Blue Flame Lion's claws landed on Cyrus's chest, knocking it away with a single palm, and five huge scratches appeared on Cyrus's chest, and blood gushed out in large quantities.

A mouthful of blood spat out of his mouth, and he quickly propped himself up to escape. The Blue Flame Lion was not in a good condition at this time, but its anger caused it to pounce frantically.

Above the trees, men in bronze masks and black gloves look at the scene below. Soon after, Cyrus was torn into large and small pieces. There were also many wounds on the body of the Blue Flame Lion, and the biggest wound was the fatal blow in the abdomen.

The Blue Flame Lion gasped for air, and the hideous lion's face was covered with blood. At this moment, a figure came at a rapid pace, and the tip of the spear landed on the eyes of the Blue Flame Lion. Lin Luowen picked up Cyrus's body with a spear and threw it into the sea of pink flowers.

After a little thought, he removed the crystal nucleus from the blue flame lion's brain, and then threw the spear into the sea of flowers.

Lin Luowen stood on a high point, thinking about something. Perhaps, Cyrus had not said that in that physical education class, and he would have lived.

It was an afternoon, and the skinny Lin Luowen was sorting out some information and newspapers. Peter was talking to him, and he said, "Danger always comes with opportunity. And those seemingly unknown and small dangers are sometimes fatal, so how to reduce and eliminate the danger is a science. ”

If Cyrus wanted to take revenge on him, maybe he wasn't afraid, but what about his parents? It would be foolish to regret it.

With determination in his eyes, he ran into the forest wearing a bronze mask.

The bronze mask can not only cover Lin Luowen's somewhat conspicuous face and reduce the monster's perception of humans, but also ......

In the forest, the tall and mighty demon beasts are certainly powerful and terrifying. But the most terrifying thing is that some poisonous small and medium-sized monsters sometimes come out of the forest. However, most of these cold poisonous demon beasts are very smart, they generally act quietly at night, and will not inject a large amount of venom into their prey in broad daylight, because their mobility is average, and without venom, they are easy to be eaten by powerful demon beasts like spicy strips.

Lin Luowen is like a hidden black panther, launching his own hunting moment in the forest, he observes the every move of his prey, and attacks with extremely exquisite attack time and strength. Try not to get hurt yourself, after all, rabbits will bite when they are in a hurry. Some of the students looked at each other when they saw Lin Luowen's sophisticated killing methods, and they all retreated......

It is different from the students who are going through the assessment in an intense and exciting way.

In a quiet room, candles flickered slightly, and a soft glow filled the room filled with books.

A soft-faced man stared at a black file with memories and pain on his face. If Lin Luowen was here, he would have recognized this person as the man he had seen selling newspapers on the Champs-Lill Street, and he told Lin Luowen that the beautiful lady in the cheongsam was named Helen Shevel, and that she was a lady worthy of respect.

On the top of the black file is a line of blood-red words - the red-robed demon Capelin. Underneath the black file is another document that reads - About the fall of the Gérard and Chiavan families.

In the past sixteen years, the tears have long since dried up. Siklops Chiafan stared at the maroon table in a daze.

In his decade-long life-and-death career, he was accustomed to seeing death and killing, but the dramatic changes in his childhood left a deep wound in his heart. Now he is already a sixth-level battle master who has ignited forty-three yuan points, but he is still weak in front of the seventh-level leyline battle master.

Siklops had some doubts about Micher Scott's family, but he didn't have the strength. Perhaps, the truth will never be revealed in the eyes of the weak......