Other monks can open the valley, but they have to worry about dinner, and it's so cute to think about it!

Without further ado, Song Hao didn't want to be the first immortal cultivator ever to be starved to death, so his figure soon disappeared into the deep mountains in front of him.

Half an hour later.

Song Hao thinks so...... When I went out today, I must not have read the yellow calendar, otherwise everything would not go well, just now I heard the roars of wild beasts one after another, when I came to hunt, why did I become none?

It's not scientific.

Isn't the wilderness the most prone to danger?

Especially if you are alone, walking around in the black light, you shouldn't meet wild boars, big bad wolves and the like, why is there nothing?

At this time, there was silence, and only the sound of insects could be heard.

But this thing can't be used as food.

For a while, Song Hao wanted to cry.

But tears must be held back, men are good-faced animals, dignified immortal cultivators, crying because of frustration and hunger, it is really shameless.

He still doesn't believe it, there are no wild beasts, and he can always pick a few wild fruits, and it is better than nothing to satisfy hunger.

Ten minutes later.

Song Hao looked at the wild fruit on a tall tree and salivated.

It was a red wild fruit, slightly larger than an apple, and it looked delicious.

Song Hao was overjoyed.

The tree is fifteen meters high, and it is not easy to climb bare, but for him as an immortal cultivator, all this is not a problem!

Song Hao borrowed a little bit of strength, and then rushed up.

I picked a wild fruit, wiped it with my sleeve, and bit it off fiercely.

Not to mention, it tastes pretty good.

On this trip, although I didn't hit the prey, looking at the red wild fruit in front of me, it should be enough to satisfy my hunger.

So Song Hao began to happily nibble on the wild fruit and gobble it up.

After eating half an hour's effort, I feel satisfied.

Suddenly.

"I'm a good guy and I like to sing the most~"

"Life is very happy every day, but I still have to sing~"

"Singing and dancing is in a good mood, laalalalala~"

......

The song came suddenly, Song Hao didn't stand firmly, and almost fell from the tree.

cough cough cough ......

But just now I took a bite of the wild fruit, and I was frightened, stuck, and even breathing was a little unsmooth.

In the middle of nowhere, the lights were dark, and suddenly someone was singing loudly there, and it was transmitted through a loudspeaker.

Can you imagine the fright and stunned Song Hao was at this time.

The sound of puff puff came to the ears, and in the mountains and forests, countless birds were startled by this pig-like song.

......

At the same time, deep in the mountains.

"Senior brother, do you really have to use such a method to attract the spirit ginseng, I feel so unreliable. ”

It was a tall young man who wore sneakers, a casual shirt and jeans, which would be normal in the city, but in the wilderness, he looked a little too thin, but he didn't seem to feel cold at all.

That's what the book says, and that's right. ”

Next to him was a middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of life, and his expression at this time was also similar to constipation.

Not far in front of the two, a big man in a down jacket was singing with a microphone in his hand.

The song spread far away through the loudspeaker, and there was another burst of chickens and dogs......

"It's so ugly. ”

The young man covered his ears with his hands, the expression on his face was full of pain, although he was the initiator of this matter, he still had to complain, the Mai Ba found by the senior brother was too lethal.

They come from an ancient martial arts family.

The two of them have been practicing martial arts since childhood, and now they are the cultivation of the four grades of the day after tomorrow, and their strength is not weak, but it is even more difficult to go further.

Martial arts training requires talent.

If nothing else, that's not all they can accomplish in this life.

Unlike monks, the realm of martial artists is divided into innate and acquired.

Innate exists only in legends.

The day after tomorrow is divided into nine levels from the beginning.

The cultivation of the first and second grades is very simple, but when it comes to the third rank, it becomes extremely difficult to advance.

In ancient times, pills were needed to assist, but as time passed, unilateral was lost in the ancient martial arts family.

Therefore, the current martial artists can only rely on diligent study and hard training.

That's not a little bit of difficulty.

However, the two were lucky, and when they went out to travel, they accidentally found a clue about the ginseng.

Spiritual ginseng, as the name suggests, psychic ginseng, that is a rare thing, can already be classified as a genius treasure, ordinary mortals eat to prolong life, if a person who practices martial arts takes it, it can immediately be cultivated to skyrocket, even if it breaks through the innate is not a dream!

The two naturally wouldn't let it go, they flipped through a lot of classics, but the method of how to catch the spirit ginseng made the two of them confused.

Unlike in martial arts novels, where ginseng is as timid as a mouse, a truly psychic ginseng is actually very fat, and he likes to listen to singing.

But I don't know if it's because of the different structure of the ears, Lingshen's ability to appreciate music is completely different from that of people, and those songs that have hit the major music charts are not liked by it.

On the contrary, those songs that run out of tune and run so badly that ordinary people hear like killing pigs are its favorites......

You will even be drawn over.

So there was the scene just now.

In the wilderness, the lights are dark, but someone is singing with a loudspeaker.

The big man in the down jacket is also very helpless, don't look at him with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, but he is very gentle, how can he be the opponent of two ancient martial arts masters?

He was singing karaoke at home when he broke into the door and forcibly brought him here.

The two of them gave him a microphone and made him roar with all his might, singing over and over again...... Woo, mom, I was wrong, I often sang karaoke at home, affecting the rest of my neighbors, and I didn't change my teachings, it must be because of this, so someone took revenge and threw myself into this wilderness to sing enough.

The big man was cold and beating, so the singing became more and more out of tune, like a ghost crying wolf, and the unpleasant index exploded......

"Poof......

The young man had goosebumps when he heard this, and the middle-aged man next to him with a vicissitudes of life was more unbearable than him, and he spit out with a "wow".

This guy's singing voice is through the tweeter, which is comparable to the legendary sonic gong, will the spirit ginseng really be attracted to it, the two of them expressed deep doubts.

......

On the other side, Song Hao's face was also pale, although he was an immortal cultivator, his ears could not bear such torture...... The singing voice was almost like a magic sound, and cold sweat began to break out on my head.

Who is so immoral, singing in the wilderness, and not afraid of affecting the rest of others?

Wait, it really doesn't affect the rest.

Song Hao was angry, but he couldn't help but be a little more curious.

After all, it's too weird to think about it...... Singing in the wilderness, even if your head is caught in the door, you won't do it.

(Collect!)