In a cave filled with the smell of stench and blood, wearing a linen shirt that was already obviously much smaller, and even a little overstretched, some unkempt Morn was concentrating on doing bull head radio exercises, refining the vitality in his body. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Not far from Morn's side, a large black bear with a broken skull fell to the ground, witnessing the battle just now.

It didn't take long for Morn to finish punching and end his cultivation. After improving his cultivation, Morn's speed of refining his vitality also increased a lot. The vitality obtained by killing ordinary mutant beasts can be refined by Morn very quickly, so the cultivation speed has become quite fast. Although it had only been more than a month since he had stepped into the seventh-level samurai, with the help of sufficient vitality and a few remaining jade ginseng pills, Mo En had successfully stepped into the eighth level and was moving forward like a ninth-level samurai.

After feeling the progress of his cultivation, Morn endured the disgusting smell of the cave and began to dispose of the black bear's carcass and pack up his loot. After starting to act alone, Morn was a little uncomfortable at first, and there were two instances of letting his prey escape. Later, Morn gradually mastered some hunting tricks, using the small storm hammer to kill many prey that wanted to escape. Later, he learned to block the door of his prey's home, and the black bear was stalked by Morn to the cave where he lived, and then hammered to death.

However, although Morn learned to hunt alone and was quite efficient, he did not have a good partner like Du Fang. The dirty work of dealing with prey is tiring, and Morn can only do it himself. Fortunately, Moen is also quite good at hard-working, and after more than a month of practice, Moen is also decent in this regard.

After disposing of the bear's paws, bear bile, and bear skin, which are more valuable, Morn began to search the cave, hoping to find some spiritual materials. Compared to the materials on the mutant beasts, the value of various spiritual materials will undoubtedly be higher. However, after carefully searching for it several times and using the medicine search technique again, Morn still didn't find anything, so he had no choice but to give up. Pack your things and leave the cave. Although the mutation of the mutant beast must be related to the spiritual object, this does not mean that there must be a spiritual object near the mutant beast. A lot of times it's before, but it's devoured by mutant beasts, so it's common to get nothing.

After a slight complaint about his luck, Morn packed the collected materials in a deerskin wrap and sped out of the black bear's cave and headed northwest. During this time, the Bloodhoof Squad's range of activities was basically within a few hundred miles northwest of the Green Owl Lake, clearing potential threats for the clan's upcoming migration, and the few people led by Elder Mo Feng were active in the most advanced area, so the temporary residence that Mo Feng had found for himself was also in the northwest direction.

After running for more than ten miles, Morn successfully returned to the small cave where he lived. This cave is not a big place, but it can accommodate two or three people, and the entrance to the cave is quite safe if it is blocked by a large stone. For half a month, Morn has lived here. After all, it was a waste of time to go back to the temporary camp after every hunt, and Morn wanted to free up more time to cultivate.

Putting down the harvest of this hunt, Morn looked at the burlap shirt on his body and smiled bitterly. In the past six months, Mo En's cultivation has not only improved rapidly, but his body has also developed rapidly, and he has become a lot taller. Clothes that barely fit last year are not very good this year. In the past, due to his limited income, Morn lived quite frugally, so he didn't prepare much clothing. During these days, I was busy with cultivation, and I ignored this kind of thing. Seeing that the tribal summer camp is coming to an end, and he is about to return to the tribe, it will be a little shabby to wear this body again.

"Forget it, let's leave that alone, let's go take a shower first. Smelling the smell of his body, Morn frowned, the smell of sweat, the smell of blood, plus the smell of the residue after the expiration of the medicine that masked the breath, and now the smell on Morn's body was quite pungent. Before, he was so focused on hunting and cultivation that he rarely cared about other things. Now that it was time to return to the clan, and with the harvest being fruitful, Morn's mood also relaxed, and he began to notice some problems that he had overlooked.

Not far from the cave where Morn lives, there is a small pool of mountain springs, the water quality is very good, and it is an important place for the surrounding beasts to drink during the drought. However, because of the abundant rain this year, there are not many beasts that go to the small waterhole to drink, and it is quite quiet. With Morn's current strength, ordinary beasts can be disposed of at will, so there is no need to worry about safety.

After taking a pleasant bath in the pool, Morn soaked in the slightly warm pool water that had been exposed to the sun for most of the day, and squinted his eyes comfortably. From the accident of collecting medicine in Xiuluo Mountain to the present, Mo En has been in a state of tension. In just half a year, a lot of things have happened that were unimaginable for Morn before, and Morn himself has undergone tremendous changes. In this atmosphere, Morn's heart has always been on the table. Now after so long of hard work, Mo En has not only been recognized by several clan bosses, but also his own strength has reached a very good level, and his mood has finally relaxed a little.

Thinking back on the changes in the past six months, Morn sometimes even has a feeling of dreaming. Before that bizarre dream, although Morn was also very motivated, limited to the situation and status at that time, Morn's ideals were not high. As a child who lost his parents at an early age and needed to rely on his own labor in exchange for a chance to survive, in the face of the cruel reality, Morn did not dare to have too many extravagant hopes at that time. I just hope that when I become an adult, I can break through the sixth level of samurai, obtain the status of a full member, and live a better life. Only when dreaming can I dare to imagine that I can become an innate master and become the upper class of the clan. As for the characters in Elder Lu's mouth, Mo En could only listen to them. In those years, Morn's personality was also extremely introverted, even a little inferior, and his simple heart was sometimes full of bitterness and helplessness.

But all this suddenly changed dramatically after that bizarre dream. With the favor of Elder Lu, the sudden improvement of martial arts qualifications, and the magical exercises, in just half a year, Mo En completed his original ideal and obtained the qualification of an official member of the clan. Moreover, in the past month or so of practice, Morn's rune science has also progressed, and he is now able to completely sketch a few elementary runes and use these runes in his own battles.

And the practice of shamanic spirit summoning that is related to his future has also progressed, according to the guidance of the exercises, Mo En is now vaguely able to communicate with the aura of the earth attribute between heaven and earth, and has begun to practice spells of the same attribute. Although Morn is not yet able to refine the spiritual energy into his body, the matter of his possession of the spiritual root should be confirmed. This is another piece of good news for Moen.

Thinking that he would be able to become a monk in the future, Morn turned his gaze to the jade bottle next to his clothes. It was the Baoxin Pill that Mingzhu gave to Morn at the beginning, and Morn was never willing to use it. In his spare time, Morn will play with this jade bottle and imagine the future of himself and Mingzhu. Now that the road ahead has been determined, thinking that after becoming a monk, there is a high possibility that he will be favored by Mingzhu, Morn's heart is full of pride and sweetness. For teenagers who have not experienced any big scenes, this is already the best future.

However, while rejoicing and sweet, Morn also had a faint worry in his heart. Because the reality is so rosy, Morn is worried that she will lose it all. Although along with the improvement of strength, Morn's self-confidence has also improved. Especially after more than a month of hunting alone, Morn has the courage and will that a tribal warrior should have. But in the process of improving his strength, Morn's horizons are also constantly broadening and knowing more things. Especially that bizarre dream, which always made Morn feel that his life would not be so peaceful.

"I'm going to protect everything I have now!" Morn said solemnly to the sky. Whether in humble times or after being prominent, Morn has always had a strong sense of self-motivation. The hardships of his childhood have always stimulated Morn, who does not want to lose everything he has.

Just as Morn was enjoying this rare relief, the blue and red talisman on his wrist suddenly began to turn red. Morn was startled, and hurriedly jumped out of the pool, got dressed, grabbed the hammer and ran in the direction of the makeshift camp. Although it was close to evening at this time, Morn still didn't dare to slack off when the elders called. After so many years of education, Morn did not dare to disobey the rules of the clan.

When Morn arrived at the camp, it was empty. On the ground, though, there is a clear marking. Seeing that the jade piece on his wrist did not return to cyan, Morn hurriedly continued to run in the direction of the mark. The color of the jade piece has not recovered, indicating that there are not enough people, and the current situation should be that the people who arrived first set off in advance because of the urgency.

Because of the guidance of the signs along the way, Morn chased quite fast. However, after chasing twenty miles, Morn still did not catch up with the team in front of him. Seeing that it was about to get completely dark, Morn gritted his teeth and increased his speed again. Helping each other among the members of the clan is something that Morn has carved in his bones since he was a child, and even though he knows that it may be a little dangerous, Morn has no intention of backing down.

After chasing seven or eight miles further, Morn finally saw the sign of the assembly in front of a cave. Walking in, Morn saw that Li Tong was waiting in the cave, but the others were nowhere to be seen.

"Elder Li, what about the others?" Mo En hurriedly walked to Li Tong's side and asked curiously. Although Du Fang returned to the tribal camp, this team should still have Elder Mo Feng, the Mu family brothers, and the other four warriors, and Li Tong should not be the only one.

"I'm just waiting for you. Others ... Li Tong got up and walked to Moen's side naturally. When he was about three feet away from Morn, a cold light flashed in his hand, and a dagger stabbed directly into Morn's chest.

ps: Thank you for the happy dancing wolf and the two jujubes. The monk continues to ask for recommendations and collections!