"Morn, are you sure you want to use this as a weapon?" Du Fang shouted with an exaggerated expression as he looked at the sledgehammer that Morn was carrying behind him. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 The teenagers around him who were packing up their things turned their heads and focused their eyes on Morn's back, all of them looking surprised. Today, a group of Bloodhoof Squad, including Morn, are gathering and preparing to go out hunting, so there are not many people in the camp.

"Are you going to change careers to become a blacksmith?" Seeing that it had already attracted everyone's attention, Du Fang's voice became louder. Among the squad, Du Fang has always been the master who likes to be lively and ridicule people, and he will not let go of his partner easily.

"I can consider this later. Morn smiled slightly, put down the hammer behind his back, and said very casually. This hammer was indeed taken directly from the tribal blacksmith, and it was indeed the hammer used by the blacksmith for forging. Because the Bloodhoof Squad is tasked with hunting down dangerous mutated beasts and even monsters, members need to be equipped with weapons. In addition to a dagger that he usually uses, Morn has no other weapons to take advantage of, and it is too late to build it temporarily, so he directly took the blacksmith's hammer.

When he first joined the Bloodhoof Squad, because he had a hard fight with Du Fang, Mo En was originally a little disgusted by this frivolous boy who deliberately provoked him. However, after getting along for a few days and getting to know Du Fang's personality, Moen's attitude changed somewhat. Although Du Fang seemed a little frivolous, it was just that he liked to joke. In his bones, Du Fang was a person who practiced hard and was highly motivated, otherwise he would not have become an eighth-level warrior when he was less than seventeen years old. This is very similar to Mo Bing, who has gone out hunting and received special training.

To say that Du Fang's cultivation progress, although it is not as dazzling as Mo Hua, but without the strong support of the family, it is already an extremely amazing performance, and when it spreads, it can be regarded as a genius in the clan. However, although there are not many such cases in the Bloodhoof Squad, there are several, and the elders did not publicize their meaning, but deliberately hid them, so Morn had not heard of their names before.

In addition to practicing hard, Du Fang himself is also quite kind-hearted and willing to help others. After becoming a partner, Du Fang did not have any prejudice against Morn because of the previous fight, and was very enthusiastic to help Morn get familiar with the Bloodhoof Squad and teach Morn the basics of hunting. Coupled with the knowledge that the previous challenge was just a test for the new members of the Bloodhoof Squad, Morn began to slowly get used to this partner who was six years older than him, but even more childish than himself. For his exaggerated jokes, he can also deal with them calmly.

"Really, it's fake?" Du Fang asked a little depressed. After this period of understanding, Du Fang has quite recognized Moen's strength. However, Du Fang was quite unhappy that Mo En didn't cooperate with him and joked about him, so he kept trying to change this partner who was four years younger than him, but was already 'twilight'.

"Seriously, though, you'd better change your weapon Morn. If you don't have a suitable one for the time being, you can go to the team and borrow one. We went out this time, but we want to fight with real knives and guns, I'm afraid this kind of thing is not suitable for fighting, and there is no potential for development in the future. After the joke was over, Du Fang said to Mo En in a serious tone. Although he was a little dissatisfied with Moen's character, Du Fang was still very considerate of his partner. The hammer was not the usual weapon of the samurai, and naturally there were not many subtle tricks to learn, so it was not too powerful. Moreover, this hammer is not light, and long-term slackness is also a burden on the samurai.

"Rest assured, I know all these questions. I chose this as a weapon, I have my own considerations. Morn said with a twist of his wrist and a hammer for a flower. In Morn's mind, in addition to the two sets of exercises, there was also a lot of messy knowledge. The blocking skills that helped Morn defeat Mu Yin before were one of them. And among this knowledge, there are also some skills in using hammers, so when it came to choosing weapons, Morn ended up choosing a rather strange sledgehammer.

"Okay. Know you're capable. Since you have your own plans, I won't say more. Seeing that Mo En was quite skillful in using the hammer, Du Fang could only sigh and say helplessly.

In the past few days of rest, Du Fang helped Morn get familiar with the team personnel and rules, and at the same time, he also continued to understand Morn. After all, as partners who want to hunt together, the two must trust each other and understand each other. Otherwise, there are easy casualties that should not be there. And after understanding in the past few days, Du Fang also knew that his partner was not only quite assertive, but also quite miscellaneous, and often took out some skills that he couldn't think of, so Du Fang didn't bother to worry about Mo En anymore.

"By the way, do you have all the things you need to bring when you go out this time?" After abandoning the topic of weapons, Du Fang looked at the backpack behind Morn and continued to ask. The Bloodhoof Squad is tasked with hunting mutant beasts, so they are mostly operating far away from the tribal camp, where supplies are important.

"According to your teachings, you have brought everything you should have brought with you. But that's a lot of stuff!" Morn said with some emotion, patting his backpack. While more than half of these items will be left in makeshift camps before the official hunt, there are also quite a few things that need to be carried with them. Coupled with the weight of the sledgehammer, even though Morn has amazing endurance at the moment, he feels some pressure.

"Who's to say it wouldn't, if only I had a Qiankun bag, so that not only would I not have to carry it so heavy, but I would also be able to carry more things. Hang it on your waist and you'll be able to move as you please. Du Fang complained, and then said with some yearning.

"You're thinking about beauty. Can you use that kind of thing in the Qiankun bag? If you don't advance to the innate, you can't even open the opening of the Qiankun bag. Even if you can open it, you'll have to buy that thing! The entire Bloodhoof team is just a bag. Morn said angrily. For the space storage tool such as the Qiankun bag, Mo En has actually dreamed of having one for a long time. But dreams are dreams, and reality is reality. If you want to open the Qiankun bag, you must have innate true qi or mana. Therefore, before the advanced innate level, Morn did not have this kind of luxury.

And even if you are advanced, you may not be able to have a Qiankun bag. Although the Thousand Cow Temple sells Qiankun bags, the price is quite expensive, and it requires a lot of precious materials to get it. In the Shiniu tribe, the number of masters above the innate level is not rare, but the number of Qiankun bags is extremely limited. Except for the two monks, Elder Qi and Elder Deer, there were only chiefs and one from the Bloodhoof Squad. With the other elders, there is no such thing at all.

"That's why you're out of ambition. Just because you don't have it now doesn't mean you won't have it in the future. When I advanced to the innate level, I went out to hunt monsters in those places where demon beasts were rampant, or directly joined the army, and went to the northern battlefield to fight the barbarians, and I could always earn a Qiankun bag. Du Fang patted Moen on the shoulder and said generously.

"Hehe, who doesn't know how to say big words, the key is to look at action. When you're really advanced, think about these things. Morn smiled, and continued to hit Du Fang in his mouth, but a hint of gloom flashed in his eyes.

After the excellent warriors of the steppe tribe advanced to the innate, they generally had to face a choice again. If you want to live a peaceful life, you will stay in the clan and become the guardian force of the clan, but in this case, the speed of strength improvement will stagnate. After entering the innate world, without good exercises, without the aid of elixirs, and without spiritual retreat, it is very difficult to quickly improve one's strength. In addition, the affairs within the clan are complicated, which will greatly distract the energy and hinder the practice. Therefore, the innate masters who stayed in the clan were rarely able to break through the innate three layers and enter the middle innate stage.

And those who want to quickly increase their strength and achieve greater things will leave the clan. Some go to those places where demon beasts are entrenched and ordinary humans can't survive to hunt demon beasts, collect all kinds of spiritual materials, and exchange wealth for capital to continue to improve their strength. Some choose to join the army and fight against the Ice Demons in Youzhou in the north, relying on military merits to obtain exercises, pills, and even the guidance of higher-level masters.

Although those who go out of the tribe have the opportunity to gain greater power than those who remain in the tribe, this opportunity is not so easy to obtain. Whether it is hunting demon beasts or obtaining military merits, it is necessary to fight with your life. Generally, the proportion of masters who leave the clan who can survive is not high, and most of the warriors leave their lives outside. And Morn's father died on the battlefield with the Ice Devil.

However, even though there is a great risk, most of the outstanding warriors of the various tribes of the grassland still choose to go out to practice. After all, the people who have reached this level of innate are the elites of various tribes, and they all have strong self-motivation, and they don't want to stagnate their strength for the rest of their lives. And those who can return to the tribe after some years of training outside are generally quite strong and can gain great authority.

In the Shiniu tribe, like Mu Shang of the Mu family, and Mo Feng of the Blood Hoof Squad were all trained outside, broke through the early stage of congenital, became a strong person in the middle stage of innate time, and then held great power in the clan. And the chief Mo Huai even broke through to the seventh level of the innate outside, becoming a master in the late innate stage, which was enough to compete with the two monks. Such successful cases have greatly encouraged those new martial artists who have entered the innate world. It is normal for Du Fang to have such thoughts.

"Cut! Morn you are like this, you don't have any lofty ideals, do I think about the future in advance, what's wrong?" Du Fang said with some disdain. But after an instant, Du Fang's face was full of depression again. "But you may not be in a different situation than we are. If you can awaken the spiritual root, Elder Lu will accept you as a beginner, and you will be a monk at that time. No matter how good a monk is, he can be a disciple of the outer sect of the temple, and he can easily get guidance and resources. If you can become a pharmacist, the future will be even brighter. You don't have to be like us, you have to fight for your life in exchange for opportunities. ”

"Not as good as you think. No one can say for sure about such a thing as the awakening of the spiritual root. Even if you really awaken the spiritual root, it depends on the situation of the spiritual root. If it's a miscellaneous spirit root, life is not much better than that of a martial artist. Morn said with a sigh.

"But in the future, I will really become a pharmacist, for the sake of my partner, I will definitely give you a discount, you refine the pill, I will give you a nine-percent discount. After a sigh, Morn said jokingly.

"It's only nine folds! You're too picky! No matter how you say it, it's half price!" Seeing that Mo En was rarely joking, Du Fang said very cooperatively.

"Then 20% off!"