~： Forty-one. 1 accidentally scared the master

The residual sun is like blood.

Because of the aftermath of the two thousand-year-old soul beast battle, the master and Yang Mingtang were separated.

Generally speaking, the three people were in a triangular position, but Yang Ming and Tang San were blown far away by the hurricane because they were easily pushed down, and the two were close to each other.

Following the direction that Yang Ming and Tang San were blown away, the master took a step and his ears tremble slightly.

"Aooo--"

A shrill wolf howl just sounded, and then it seemed that someone had broken his throat, and the sound came to an abrupt halt.

"Here!"

The master and the three beasts of the soul beast went all the way, secretly thinking:

"Don't you have an accident!"

The mist in the forest was around, causing the vision to start to deteriorate. The master only saw a small figure and several wolf-shaped black shadows around him, which were constantly besieging.

"Hold on!"

The master didn't see who the figure really was, he was secretly anxious, and his feet were a little faster.

It's just that when he crossed the heavy trees, the scene before him made the master dazed.

Yang Ming was carrying Tang San, whose blood and flesh were vague. Due to the exhaustion of his soul power, he could not summon a mysterious sword and took off his back spear.

In Yang Ming’s hands, a spear flying like a white dragon, accompanied by a flash of blue current, a ghost wolf always made a terrible howl and fell not far away, with a big thumb in the throat and abdomen hole A hole in the hole.

When the master arrived at the scene, Yang Ming's spear stood and leaned against the spear to rest. At his feet were the dead wolves.

The residual sun projected through the leaf gap between the branches, and the mottled blood spot fell on Yang Ming's blood-stained clothes, and landed on the wolf corpse, covered with a thin layer of blood light.

It is clear that Yang will be short next year, but this moment gives the master the illusion of mighty and tall.

"What happened to Xiaosan?"

The master saw Tang San covered with injuries, and there were still a lot of toxins in his body. He quickly took out medicines for emergency treatment and forced Tang San’s injury to continue to deteriorate.

There was a wry smile on the corner of Yang Ming's mouth. To be honest, he didn't know what the identity of the two tattooed men who appeared suddenly.

So, while Yang Ming followed the master to leave the Soul Hunting Forest, he talked about what happened.

Because the Qinglian geocentric fire used by Yang Ming was too domineering, the items carried by the two tattoo men were all burned into slag, leaving no items that could be identified at all, so even if the master had extensive knowledge, it would be difficult to obtain from the rudimentary information Analyze something.

Just looking at the tattoos on his arms, he couldn't see which forces the two came from.

During the conversation, Yang Ming finally walked out of the Hunting Forest.

You can still see the afterglow of the evening just now. Now the sky has dimmed, and the smoke is rising in the market built around the periphery.

Master is not the first time to visit the soul hunting forest. He is very familiar with the environment of the bazaar. He has come to the door of a hotel, and the door is hung with the sign of "Lost Lamb", which is quite unique.

"Yang Ming, let's take a rest here for a night. I will find a healer who will heal later and give the primary treatment to Primary Three. We will go back tomorrow to allow Primary Three to get better treatment."

As for the master's suggestion, Yang Ming will naturally not object.

He has been exhausted for a long time. Under the fatigue of his spirit and flesh, he can't sleep for a long time. It is certainly a good thing to be able to take a break.

There was no objection to see Yang Ming. The master opened two rooms, one large and one small. The big one is the double room of the master and Tang San. He needs to take good care of Tang San. The small one is a single room. Yang Ming moved in.

After the master had settled the people, he hurriedly left the hotel and went out to find the Soul Master of the Healing Department. It was still very easy to find this kind of Soul Master in the market. After all, many people went to the Hunting Forest for hunting. There is great demand.

Yang Ming ordered a big meal, half roasted lamb, a wild vegetable mushroom soup, and returned to his room to enjoy it.

I have to say that the chef at this hotel has great craftsmanship. The roasted lamb is roasted on the outside and the inside is tender and tender. The outer skin shows a charming golden yellow color. It is cut with a knife. The amber-like fat slides down the knife edge and falls on the cold silver plate , Overflowing with an enticing oil fragrance.

Eat one bite, bite away the crispy skin, the lamb with paprika powder and cumin powder, there is no slight smell, the meat is tender and juicy, and the mouth is full of oil after chewing for a while.

Mutton will taste greasy, but this time, take a sip of wild vegetable mushroom soup, the fresh taste from nature, immediately wash away the greasy residue on the tongue.

very delicious!

The wind and the clouds swept away the food on the table. Yang Ming's wine was full, and the sleepiness struck. Simply cleaned it up and fell down on the soft bed.

After a while, a grunt came.

No words for a night.

The next day, the sky just appeared white and Yang Ming opened his eyes leisurely.

"I didn't expect to sleep for more than ten hours as soon as I slept."

stretched out a comfortable lazy waist, Yang Ming walked into the bathroom to wash, and changed into a refreshing white dress. Seeing that it was still early, Yang Ming sat cross-legged on the bed and closed his eyes, realizing the changes in his body after gaining the soul ring.

Generally speaking, when a soul warrior is promoted to a soul master, the body will be hit by the power of the soul ring when the first soul ring is obtained. Once the soul ring does not match the martial soul, it will produce bad effects.

However, Yang Ming's situation is a little special, his soul ring is the product of the fusion of the flame demon king Ragnaros.

When Yang Ming's breathing began to slow down and began to absorb the soul power that was free in the world, with Yang Ming as the center, the soul power in a radius of ten miles was like a bird returning to the nest. 'S soul power soared up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It's just that what made Yang Ming's face a little ugly is that he found a problem.

Such a huge soul power has long been enough for others to be promoted to level 5 or 6 in the stage of Soul Master, but he was not able to move up to level 1.

In other words, Yang Ming needs more soul power than others, and the difficulty of upgrading has increased!

Yang Mingpan sat on the bed, he was like a bottomless black hole, engulfing the soul of the cruising aroundThis is..."

Master was busy all night last night, just woke up, and was keenly aware of the abnormal fluctuation of the soul power in the air. A trace of different colors flashed in his eyes. Following the abnormal fluctuation of the soul power, he found the room next to Yang Ming.

Yang Ming's room was not locked. The master opened the door and saw a scene that surprised him.

Rays of morning light were cast obliquely from the window. Yang Ming sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, and behind him, there was a behemoth all over his body made of flame.

Ragnaros, the Lord of Flames!

When the King of Flame Demon sensed the Master's arrival, he opened his eyes slightly and glared at the Master, as if suffering some horrible things. The Master stepped back and forth and exited the room all the way.

Master touched his back, and cold sweat had already oozed out.

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