Douluo's Night

"Oh, it would be great if you showed this token earlier." The soldier scratched his head and said with a hint of respect in his tone.

The night went on with what he said, "My elders entered the forest first, so..."

"I see, that's how it is." The soldier nodded with a smile and made way for him.

Ye Xi took back the warrant, put it in his arms, carried the iron sword on his back, and walked quickly into the soul hunting forest.

He needed to taste the feeling of fighting a beast again.

Behind him, a middle-aged man and a boy about the same age as Ye Xie came forward. The middle-aged man, who was not very handsome, stared at Ye Xie's back for a while.

"What's wrong, teacher?"

The middle-aged man shook his head, "It's okay, mistress, let's go."

Could there be an elder from Wuhun Palace in this forest? . . If you can avoid it, try to avoid it. The middle-aged man's face was cold and he had already made up his mind.

Ye Xie met his first opponent inside the Soul Hunting Forest, the ten-year-old magic-patterned leopard. He looked very ferocious and roared at him, showing his fangs.

"Then let's use you to warm up."

Ye said so, he pulled out the iron sword, put his right hand into ink, and two points of light flashed in his black eyes.

"Roar" The magic leopard looked at Ye Xi, a small figure, who actually drew a sword against him. He felt insulted. He rubbed his claws on the ground and lowered his body.

Don't underestimate the soul beast. This is what the teachers of Wuhun Palace have repeated many times. Even a ten-year-old soul beast is far more powerful than an adult soul master, and the soul beast has the most powerful weapons. Just their bodies and tusks.

This is why so many people huddle together outside the Soul Hunting Forest to keep warm.

Ye Xue let out a faint breath and pointed the iron sword at the magic leopard.

Another reason why I came to the Soul Hunting Forest was to prevent being monitored.

Ever since he became the little girl's sparring partner, there were many eyes around Ye Zi, monitoring his every move. He also understood that he behaved like a six-year-old child.

But if he hunts in the forest near Wuhun Palace, there is no guarantee that anyone from Wuhun Palace will continue to stare at him.

But the little girl was also nice to him, so he didn't care about the surveillance.

The night passed sideways, and the iron sword in his right hand, which was like ink, was instantly swung down.

This sword penetrated through the body of the Demonic Leopard. Ye Xie's right hand shook, and there was a jerky feeling, knowing that the iron sword was not sharp enough.

In every life, the first power he masters is darkness.

It can be said to be the attribute of darkness, or it can be said to be dark energy. If light symbolizes stagnation, then darkness symbolizes vitality. This is the power possessed by the night when it was born.

fate, destiny

"Huh...roar" the magic leopard roared and rushed towards the night again, blood flowing.

Ye Xi abandoned his sword, turned his right palm into a fist, and struck the Demonic Leopard on the head with one punch.

"boom"

The Demonic Leopard's head was completely blasted open, Ye Xie's right fist hurt, and he slightly gritted his teeth and took a step back.

A white halo appeared on the body of the Demonic Leopard. The night shook off the blood on his right hand, wiped the blood on the iron sword on the Demonic Leopard's body, and then sheathed the sword.

Sure enough, even the ten-year-old soul beast had the same power as himself, and he almost suffered the backlash damage just now.

But the night was not dissatisfied, and he continued to move towards the interior of the forest. Ye Zi's goal is very clear. The lonely ten-year-old soul beast is his best hunting target.

Killing all the way, white soul rings all the way, and the iron sword that was used until the night was completely scrapped. In the end, he still used his fists to defend the enemy.

At this time, the sky had darkened, and the night wiped away the blood on the body of the soul beast. He felt that his strength, or martial soul, had quietly increased a lot.

Darkness, night, at night, his martial soul can exert its strongest power.

Killing calmed his heart that longed for battle, and keeping his mind calm after a battle was also a required course.

"Ow"

Night looked up, and after a brief moment of sitting cross-legged in meditation, he heard the sound of prey.

"This voice must be that of a wolf." Ye Xie said to himself, standing up, "Since it is a wolf... then."

The body turned into a black shadow and blended into the night.

"Ow"

"Bah"

When the night came, they found that several ghost wolves had fallen to the ground, and two more were standing on the spot, howling low, obviously preparing to call more partners.

These wolves must have been knocked down by someone, maybe they were someone else's prey.

Ye Xie didn't have the habit of snatching other people's prey, and besides, he was still a spirit beast for ten years. It was a pity that he didn't have a chance to fight the wolf.

Several ghost wolves rolled on the ground, and a few others saw that the situation was not good and ran directly towards the night.

Ye Qing's eyes lit up, his right fist was filled with ink, he jumped down from the tree and rushed towards the nearest ghost wolf.

"Who is it?" At the same time, a childish voice sounded. The Netherworld Wolf saw the night, with a hint of ferocity in its eyes, opened its fangs, and rushed towards the night.

Ye Zi narrowed his eyes, turned around nimbly in the air, avoided the stinky fangs, and struck the Netherworld Wolf on the forehead with his backhand.

"Ouch" This blow was so severe that the Netherworld Wolf felt like the world was spinning and he randomly lost consciousness.

The remaining two ghost wolves tried to escape with their tails between their legs, but were caught up by Ye Shi. One of them was beaten to death with a few punches. The other one didn't care about the life or death of its companions, just ran away, and finally survived.

call.

Ye Zi wiped his numb right hand, looked at the two white soul rings on the ground, and then looked sideways at the person coming.

The visitors were a middle-aged man and a young man about the same age as Ye Xie. They couldn't help but be startled when they saw the two white soul rings on the ground and Ye Xie's fist that was still bleeding.

"Um...are you okay?" The young man saw that the middle-aged man didn't speak. He patted his forehead and took a step forward to say.

"It's okay, this is not my blood." Ye Xie waved his fist, and the Ye Xue on his right hand immediately dispersed.

"It's good that you're not injured. Um, are you acting alone in the Soul Hunting Forest?"

The boy scratched his head and asked.

After hearing the boy's question, the middle-aged man also narrowed his eyes and looked into the night.

"Well, alone." Ye Xie said casually, then turned his back.

The young man looked at the middle-aged man, who thought for a moment, finally sighed and nodded.

"Brother, wait a moment." The young man caught up with Ye Hue, "It's late at night and it's not convenient to practice. Why don't you come to our camp and take care of each other in the forest?"

Ye Xi was a little surprised by the other party's enthusiasm. Then he thought that this was Douluo Continent, not the iron-blooded arena in his previous life, and nodded.

"My name is Tang San, please take care of me."

Tang San stretched out his hand.