Douluo's blood saw grass

time flies.

Unintentionally, more than two months had passed since Fang Ju awakened his martial spirit.

On this day, Fang Ze unusually did not go home early, and Tang Wei also went out early. Before leaving, she only told Fang Ju not to run around and pay attention to safety.

Fang Ju didn't care much about this. His home was located in the center of the city, next to Wuhun Hall. There are many soul masters in the palace, and they are like clouds of masters. This kind of sense of security is just like the community where you live has hired a group of special forces as security guards. What is there to worry about?

But he didn't expect that the slap in the face would come so quickly.

"Why haven't your parents come back yet?" Seeing that it was getting late, Fang Ju, who was sitting on the threshold, was a little anxious.

Fang's father and Fang's mother had been out for a whole day. Even though Fang Ju had a relatively mature mind and was away from his parents for such a long time for the first time, he felt sad for no reason. There is an indescribable sense of loss that lingers in my heart.

At this time, Fang Zhe and Tang Wei were heading home in a dusty way. If you look closely, you can clearly see that Fang Zhe's robe is full of tears.

Time back to five hours ago.

"Six people are in pairs, waiting for the warrant, the auxiliary soul master has priority."

"We have a warrant, all we have to do is attack quickly. If you want to take revenge, hurry up!"

"A team of seven people, with tacit cooperation, starting from ten gold."

Outside the forest, simple shouts came one after another.

"Ah Ze, why don't we join that team." Tang Wei pointed to the four-person team under a big tree.

Fang Ze followed the direction of his wife's finger and saw four people standing or sitting under the canopy, two men and two women. They were all wearing the tawny leather armor common to adventure teams, and the tallest man among them was smiling at Fang Ze. There is a wooden sign inserted in the open space in front of the four people, with black charcoal written on it: There are only two people left, priority is given to those with warrants or assistants!

"Yes." Fang Ze just pondered for a moment, then led Tang Wei towards the four of them.

"Hello! Do you want to join our soul master team? Priority will be given to those with warrants or auxiliary soul masters!"

"Well, we have a warrant." Fang Zhe took out a soul hunting order authorized by Wuhun Palace from his waist.

"Hahaha! Okay! Welcome you two to join us!" The man laughed heartily and extended his right hand towards Fang Ze.

"Nice to meet you, let's introduce ourselves to each other first!" Fang Zhe reached out to shake his hand and said straight to the point.

"Okay, I'll go first!"

"Zhang Ling, level 36 attack-type war spirit master, martial spirit violent bear. Good at strength."

"Baige, level 35 defense-type war soul master, martial soul cold turtle. Good at defense." Another man who was leaning under the tree stood up and said.

"Ye Qing, a level 33 control-type war spirit master, a martial spirit ghost-faced vine. Good at single-target control." Zhang led the tall woman on his left and nodded to Fang Zhe and his wife.

"Zhang Wenwen, a level 28 agility-attack spirit master, a martial spirit that scares the skylark. She is good at... um, harassment." The girl who introduced herself at the end was not tall and slightly shy (nan).

"This is my wife, Wenwen is my sister, and Lao Bai is the brother who has been working with us for a long time." Zhang Ling added while identifying Fang Ze and his wife.

"My name is Fang Zhe. I am a level 30 attack spirit master, Wuhun Jiancao. I am good at long-range attacks. This is my wife, Tang Wei. I am a 23rd level auxiliary spirit master, Wuhun Bailian. I am good at healing. ." Fang Zhe also introduced to the four of them.

"Assistant department? Brother, we found a treasure!" The girl named Zhang Wenwen looked surprised.

"Wenwen, don't be unreasonable!" Zhang Ling apologized to Fang Zhe with fists in his hands.

"Brother Fang just said that he is a level 30 fighting spirit master? So, brother Fang came to the Four Points Forest to hunt for the third spirit ring, right?" Zhang Ling asked again.

"Exactly. However, my husband and I have very low abilities. I am afraid we will have to rely on your help to hunt for the soul rings on this trip!" Fang Zhe took out another bag of gold soul coins from his waist and was about to hand it to Zhang Ling.

Zhang Ling waved his hand quickly.

"Brother Fang, there is no need to be like this. I am overjoyed that you two have brought the Soul Hunting Order. What's more, Ling Zheng is also an auxiliary soul master, which will be of great help to the team! I believe that with the joining of the two of you, Our mission this time is almost certain. You two will help us complete the mission, and we will help Brother Fang hunt for the soul ring. Everyone gets what they need, and we achieve mutual benefit and win-win! How can we talk about dependence? Collect the money quickly!"

"Haha, what Brother Zhang said makes sense, but I was rude. Then our husband and wife would rather be respectful than obey your orders!" Fang Zhe was stunned for a moment, then he cupped his hands and thanked her.

"Without further delay, let's set off now. We will introduce each other's soul skills to each other on the way and discuss our action plan and route."

"Okay, let's go!"

……

"The second soul skill, Ghost Face Vine Prison."

"The third soul skill, Shattering Mountain Palm."

"Boom~"

With an explosion, a circle of dust arose in the center of the bush, and large and small pieces of mud wrapped around the broken vines sputtered out in all directions.

lean less.

Fang Ze moved the arm that was blocking his eyes and looked ahead at the half-meter-large pit that was like an explosion. A circle of remaining branches of the ghost-faced vine around it just outlined it into a perfect circle. A thick arm covered with blood scabs picked up a small purple-haired beast with broken muscles and bones.

"Hahaha! Wenwen, go pick the impatiens grass!" Zhang Ling still laughed heartily.

"There are no thousand-year-old soul beasts that are easy to deal with. I didn't expect that this beast almost bit off my hand when he counterattacked before it died!" Zhang Ling spat, and angrily slapped the bloody little beast again. .

A purple soul ring slowly condensed on the shaking corpse...

"Hahaha! Sister Tang, thanks to your healing soul skills, otherwise, we wouldn't have thought of killing this purple-haired ferret at such a small price!"

Zhang Ling shook his arm and nodded looking at the scabbed wound. Smash your mouth, the unique sweet taste of lotus petals still remains in your mouth, and bursts of itching will come from the wound from time to time. Feedback to him the good news that the wound is slowly healing.

"Be sure to hold the lotus petals in your mouth before fighting!" He still remembered Tang Wei's instructions to everyone when she released her first soul skill "Resurrection Lotus".

"That's right. Just hope everyone is fine." Tang Wei responded with a smile.

"Hey! It's a pity that this purple-haired weasel is a poisonous beast. Brother Fang, you are not suitable for it. Otherwise, we wouldn't have to find another thousand-year-old soul beast."

"Good things take a long time! I don't know how long it will take before I meet a Golden Wind Chrysanthemum." Fang Ze also sighed after hearing this.

"It's okay, it's still early. When Wenwen collects the impatiens, our mission will be completed. Next, the six of us will spread out to search. As long as we determine the general range, it is not difficult to find a thousand-year-old golden wind chrysanthemum. ." Ye Qing rolled his eyes at the man who didn't pick up any of his pots, and quickly comforted Fang Zhe who was in a bad mood.

"Yes, yes, yes, don't worry, Brother Fang. The Four Points Forest is only such a big place. The six of us will find something if we spread out and search. Don't worry! The task of hunting down Golden Wind Jull is on my brother." Realized. Zhang Ling, who said something wrong, quickly made amends.

Fang Ze smiled and shook his head. He didn't care at all what Zhang Ling said. The reason why he was in a bad mood was not because he couldn't find Jin Fengju, but because he was afraid of going back too late and his son was afraid of being alone at home!