Liu Erlong: Lin Qingmo, You Really Have Caused Trouble
Liu Erlong was silent for a long time and finally nodded.
"Okay, I won't stop you."
She folded her arms and leaned against the ancient tree, her voice low.
"I won't say much else. You know it yourself. Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Beast is deep in Star Dou. If you bump into it, it will be a tough battle."
Lin Qingmo tightened his cuffs without looking back.
"I understand."
"I'll be back when I'm done." Liu Erlong paused, "We'll wait for you where you are."
"If everything goes well, it won't be long."
His voice was still floating in the forest, and people had already stepped into the dark shadows of the trees.
The fallen leaves were up to his ankles, like a thick blanket, eating up the sound of his footsteps.
In a few breaths, the dark-colored figure was swallowed up by the giant tree.
"A-Qing?"
Dugu Yan was the first to react and jumped from the guarding tree branch.
"Why did he go deeper?"
Zhu Zhuqing said nothing.
She just frowned slightly, looking past the embers of the bonfire and fixating on Liu Erlong.
There was no questioning in those cold eyes, but it was more weighty than questioning.
Liu Erlong shrugged and said, "Qingmo He has his own things to do, so he needs to leave the team."
Yu Feng strode over directly, the gravel under his boots crackling.
"Teacher Er Long!"
She raised her voice and said, "Where is Star Dou Great Forest? A Soul Beast that pops up here is enough for us to drink a pot. You let him go alone?"
"What if we meet Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Beast? What if... what if we meet someone who is one hundred thousand years old?"
She yelled like a barrage of words.
Without waiting for Liu Erlong to reply, he kicked his feet and chased in the direction where Lin Qingmo disappeared.
"Yu Feng! Stop!"
Dugu Yan's voice struck the air like a whip.
Yu Feng's footsteps were frozen in place.
"But Yanzi--"
"You don't know what kind of person A-Qing is?"
Dugu Yan raised his arms and raised his chin slightly.
"If he says it's no problem, then it's no problem. When have you ever seen him succeed?"
Yu Feng opened his mouth, and several vague "buts" rolled in his throat, but in the end he did not say the complete words.
"But Star Dou Great Forest is different after all."
Ye Lingling's voice is soft and soft, like a stream flowing through the cracks of rocks.
She stood aside with her hands hanging down, folded in front of her belly.
"A-Qing is indeed very strong, and all of us together are no match for him. But Soul Beast, dormant in this forest, cannot be measured by common sense."
"Ye Lingling You also think something is wrong, right?"
Yu Feng seemed to have found a life-saving straw, "Even Ye Lingling -"
"However."
Ye Lingling interrupted her, her tone still as gentle as cotton.
"A-Qing, how have you ever made any mistakes?"
"This..."
Yu Feng froze.
If you think about it carefully, don't say far away.
From the first day I stepped into Star Dou Great Forest.
Every campsite terrain selected by Lin Qingmo, every traveling route determined, and every Soul Hunting target targeted were all horribly accurate.
He can even tell in advance what Soul Beast will appear ahead, what his habits are, and where his weaknesses are.
It seems that this Great Ferocious Land, which even Titled Douluo has to be cautious about, is just a backyard that he can walk around with his eyes closed.
"But... what if?"
Yu Feng's voice softened, but there was still a hint of stubbornness.
Click--
The crisp sound of a carrot being chewed broke the stalemate.
Xiao Wu came out of nowhere, chewing with bulging cheeks, and said vaguely, "Don't be afraid, A-Qing is safer than the few of us bundled together."
She swallowed hard and then spoke clearly, "Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Beast really came out for a walk, it's not certain who will chase whom."
Zhu Zhuqing withdrew his gaze and returned his attention to Ning Rongrong who was absorbing Spirit Ring.
She only said five words: "I believe A-Qing."
These four simple words are more useful than any other argument.
Yu Feng's clenched fists finally relaxed.
Dugu Yan noticed that Zhu Zhuqing didn't even frown at all from beginning to end.
Liu Erlong sighed in his heart.
These girls really value Lin Qingmo, A-Qing, you are really doing evil.
She clapped her hands, and the crisp sound of applause brought everyone back to attention.
"Okay, stop thinking about it."
She raised her chin in the direction of Ning Rongrong.
"Instead of worrying about him, you should guard Ning Rongrong. Spirit Ring is absorbing it at the critical point and nothing can go wrong."
Several girls immediately turned to look.
The purple Spirit Ring has shrunk into a thin circle and is melting into Ning Rongrong's body bit by bit.
The girl's frown gradually relaxed, and her breathing became long and steady.
This is a sign that Spirit Ring is about to completely merge, and it is also the most vulnerable moment.
Everyone's hearts were lifted, and the dispute just now was temporarily put on hold.
Not long ago, in another part of the same forest.
Two figures moved quickly among the knotted roots.
The man in front was tall and tall, and his shabby gray cloak had numerous burrs scraped by branches.
The hood was pulled down extremely low, revealing only one side of his stubbled chin.
With every step he took, a heavy pit was printed in the humus soil.
The young man following behind him was not tall enough. The bag on his back was rising and falling with the rhythm of running. He was breathing heavily, but he gritted his teeth and remained silent.
It is Tang Hao and Tang San, father and son.
Tang Hao suddenly stopped under an ancient tree that required ten people to hug it, and raised his hand to press it.
Tang San immediately stopped and squatted down. The whole set of movements was smooth and flowing. The tacit understanding between the two was definitely not achieved in a day.
Tang Hao knelt on one knee, pressed his rough palms on Panqiu's root veins, and closed his eyes for a moment to feel.
"There's a Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Beast in front of you, so take a detour."
His voice was like gravel grinding against each other, low and hoarse.
Tang San nodded and followed his father silently into a thorn bush.
The sharp thorns scratched his cuffs, but he didn't even move his brows.
From the moment they stepped into Star Dou Great Forest, the master and the apprentice have been trekking for a whole day.
In the past, Tang Hao would never have been so cautious.
The four words Clear Sky Douluo, in Soul Master World, are like thunder hitting the ground.
In his heyday, when he was walking sideways in this forest, what beast without eyes would dare to show his teeth?
But today is different.
Level seventy-five, riddled with hidden injuries, with an unparalleled level of cultivation that is only six out of ten.
Level seventy-five is still the superior Soul Saint.
But in the hinterland of Star Dou Great Forest, one Fifty-Thousand-Year Spirit Beast is enough to give him a headache.
If you bump into someone who is one hundred thousand years old, you can only do one thing - run away.
Therefore, Tang Hao walked extremely cautiously along the way. He did not hesitate to go around in long circles, and he would never face an existence that was more than ten thousand years old.
Tang San followed closely behind, observing the surroundings in his own way.
The Soul Beast knowledge passed on to him by Grandmaster flashed through his mind.
However, no matter how detailed the records in books are, they cannot describe the real oppression experienced on the spot.
The towering giant trees formed a dome, covering it tightly, and the sunlight was cut into sparse golden fragments to barely shine through.
The smell of soil and rotting leaves mixed together, and it was so dense that it felt like you were drowning in it.
Occasionally, a beast roar erupted in the distance, bouncing back and forth between the layers of trees, and it was completely unclear where it came from.
It would be a lie to say that I am not afraid.
Tang San gritted his back teeth and quickened his pace to follow his father's back.