"Help us catch a gray bird!" Miss Tang looked at Qi Mu and smiled as brightly as a child.

"Do you want me to help you catch the gray bird?" Qi Mu's face was full of disbelief.

Tang Xiaoguo nodded and said: "Well, we have to wait for someone here, and it's okay to be idle, we should complete the task of catching the gray bird first, but this task, I and the fat man are not very suitable, it just so happens that you still need our help, so help each other!"

"Uh...... , I think it's better to return the package to me, don't bother you to send it, I'll just go by myself, I really miss my dad a little!" Qi Mu's face changed instantly.

"Xiao Caicai of the sixth layer of Qi refining, this is not up to you!" Miss Tang's true nature was undoubtedly exposed.

The gray bird is a gray bird that inhabits the gravel beach all year round, and is only a first-order low-level spirit animal. The names are so arbitrary, and the strength is not worth mentioning. The only thing that is commendable is that good flying ability, which is the most commonly used spiritual bird used by Qi refining period cultivators.

However, the fact that the Grey Bird was able to occupy such a large piece of territory by the Spirit River with its first-order low-level strength had its own merits. In addition to its ability to fly, the most powerful thing about the Grey Bird is its sheer numbers and solidarity based on sheer numbers.

On weekdays, the gray birds lay in piles among the gravel, looking quite lazy, and they also ignored the other spirit beasts or monks passing by. Even if someone approaches, they flutter and flutter their wings and fly lazily away.

But if someone attacked one of them, it would be a nightmare to greet him.

The Grey Bird is an absolute undying relentless against enemies who dare to attack their companions.

The high-level monks had no interest in these gray birds, and those who wanted to trouble the gray birds were all monks in the Qi Refining Period, and it would be a disaster for the Qi Refining Period monks to encounter this large group of gray birds.

You can try to simulate the scene, countless flying spirit beasts take turns to launch a dive attack on you, although the attack strength is limited, but there is nowhere to hide. Until they are exhausted and can no longer parry, they will be thrown into the air and fall to the ground by those gray birds, and thrown into the air and fall to the ground, and in the end it will almost be a sparse ending.

But the wisdom of the monk is endless. After years of playing, I have naturally summed up a set of poaching methods with no threshold, zero down payment, easy to promote and effective.

This is the method of digging tunnels.

To catch a grey bird, you need to dig a "U" shaped tunnel from the periphery of the gravel beach to the gray bird gathering area in the center. The entrance to the cave is slightly wider, so that at least there is room for a gray bird. The bottom of the passage should be as narrow as possible, as long as it could barely pass through a monk.

After digging the tunnel, the entrance to the hole in the center needs to be disguised so that the gray bird does not notice that something is wrong, and the monk waits at the bottom of the cave for the gray bird who accidentally steps on the trap.

Once the Grey Bird steps on the trap, the Monk must rise up and subdue it in the shortest possible time, and the best way to do this is to use the Spirit Ring. Subduing the Grey Bird, stuffing it into the Spirit Beast Bag, then crawling out of the tunnel through another exit.

And even though the gray birds found that some of their companions had fallen into the trap and wanted to rescue them, they were too large to pass through the narrow tunnel, and they did not know where the exit was, so they could only look at the hole and sigh, and finally had to bring in gravel to plug the hole to death.

It's easy to say, and it's really cost-free and risk-free, but it's quite cumbersome to operate.

First of all, it is necessary to dig a hole, it is not easy to dig a hole in this gravel belt, not to mention the laborious digging for the time being, the collapse is almost certain, so it is necessary to dig this tunnel under this gravel belt several feet deep. It's a huge project.

After digging the tunnel, it is even more difficult to wait. Although there are more than 1,000 of these gray birds, they are scattered in this vast belt of gravel, and it is not easy for them to accidentally fall into a trap several feet wide. The monks tried many things, whether it was driving them away on the other side or placing bait on the traps, but the results were not satisfactory.

Only patience is the most effective way.

In this case, it is normal for the monk to wait at the bottom of the cave for two or three days, or even five or six days.

Tang Xiaoguo and others want to use this method. Miss Tang is a delicate big girl, and it is not good for her to do this work of drilling holes. The fat man's physique really can't do this, if he digs a tunnel that can allow him to pass through, I'm afraid that when he comes out of the hole, he will have to fall behind him with an unknown number of gray birds.

Originally, this job must have fallen on Qian Yang's head, but since he was not there, Miss Tang was also happy to catch a free laborer.

Qi Mu's face was full of reluctance, he was really unwilling to do the hard-working and disgraceful work of digging holes, but in the face of Miss Tang's obscenity, he had to reluctantly submit.

"The great master of the sixth layer of qi refining, you don't need the Imperial Spirit Ring, right?" After Qi Mu dug through the tunnel, Miss Tang crossed Erlang's legs and asked with concern.

"Whatever, it's best to have a spirit ring, it can save some effort. Qi Mu was tired and didn't want to speak.

Miss Tang pretended to rummage through the storage bracelet: "Oops! I'm sorry, the imperial spirit ring is on Qian Yang's body, and the third prince is still reluctant to make it difficult!"

Qi Mu rolled his eyes, he had known that this was the case.

In this way, Qi Mu began to wait in the dark cave, while Tang Xiaoguo and the fat man were bored and waited for Qian Yang to return at the entrance of another cave.

As time went by, Tang Xiaoguo began to fidget, and he saw that the fat man was also a head and two big.

"Don't mess around here, Senior Brother must be fine, there must be something delayed. The fat man comforted him painstakingly.

Tang Xiaoguo thought about it, this stupid fat man could come back alive, and the ghost Qian Yang had no reason to fold in the hands of a few wildebeests, so he calmed down when he thought about it. The fat man didn't know that he had become a stupid reference, and he was still roasting the meat happily.

At this moment, a middle-aged monk walked in the distance, dressed in a polished gray robe, looking like a loose cultivator who was quite unsatisfactory.

Na San's cultivation reached the gravel beach, stopped not far from the Spirit River, and looked around. Seeing the two fat men from a distance, he nodded slightly and said hello, then took out a shovel and began to dig a hole.

"Hey, another one who came to catch birds, and the equipment is good!" the fat man looked at the shovel in Sanxiu's hand in amazement.

"It seems to be a veteran!" Tang Xiaoguo couldn't help but laugh out loud when he thought of Qi Mu's stupid appearance of digging a pit with a magic sword.

The fat man and the two sat at the mouth of the cave, and the gray bird would not come near. If the hole is unguarded, once the hole is discovered by the gray birds, they will bury it with rubble, and it will be even more difficult to dig it up.

This is the case with the Grey Bird, which can only catch one at a time, and the next time you come back, you have to dig the hole again, and be careful to avoid the places that have been dug before, so that the monks who often catch the Grey Bird will prepare a burrowing tool that fits their hands.

The monk was indeed a veteran, and he was digging so fast that in a blink of an eye he could no longer see a human figure, and could only hear the faint sound of shoveling.

At this moment, more than a dozen red-robed monks came quickly in the distance, and in the blink of an eye, they came to the gravel beachhead. The whole team looks quite cultivated, and the red-robed leader is even more fierce-looking, with the momentum of not entering the living.