Real game world: I am gifted and I suppress all monsters

Chen Qingzhou thought to himself, "You old fellow, you're finally interested. If I don't brag a little, you'll look down on me!"

"Isn't it just a top-level divine beast? My Tianshan Mountain is rich in natural resources and has many talented people. There are all kinds of rare treasures!"

Looking at the gray cat's narrowed eyes, it was obvious that he didn't believe Chen Qingzhou's words, but his tone had changed a little, "Although you know, we are going to get information. If we make such a big move, will it alert the enemy? Trouble!"

Chen Qingzhou thought about it and realized that if he turned into a big guy who looked good but was useless, he would still be in trouble if he met a tough guy. "Then why turn into a cat? Wouldn't it be more convenient to turn into an ant or a bee?"

The gray cat said disdainfully: "What do you know! Cats are very capable!"

Chen Qingzhou has lived in a shantytown with his sister since he was a child. Although he has seen and raised many stray cats, he has never studied them carefully. Recently, he saw the strange cat raised by Cui Xuechu in the fish viewing pavilion. "What's its ability? One eye is green and the other is blue?"

The gray cat was surprised again, "You have seen the desert civet cat, you are really something!"

Chen Qingzhou also became interested, "Is the desert civet very powerful?"

It seems that Gray Cat has studied these spirit animals quite a bit. "Whether they are powerful or not is just a rumor, but they are indeed very rare. Legend has it that cats have nine lives, but they are all their own. But it is said that this desert spirit cat can borrow lives to revive, which is amazing, but no one has really seen it."

Chen Qingzhou said, "Oh," "Cats have nine lives, so you turned us into cats?"

This is just one of the reasons. There are at least three other reasons.”

The gray cat shook his head handsomely, indicating that he should talk while walking.

Chen Qingzhou was also curious, "Tell me about it."

Dao Wuya curled his beard, "Trouble! First of all, the cat is the tiger's master. Although it is small in size, its reaction and awareness are better. Secondly, cats walk silently, which is perfect for tracking. Finally, cats' hearing and sense of smell are far superior to ours, so they are the best at gathering information."

Chen Qingzhou complained in his heart, "Why does this guy like to say 'trouble' so much? Why not just call him Taoist Trouble?"

Dao Wuya asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Chen Qingzhou quickly said: "No, no, what the Taoist said is indeed correct."

At the same time, I also discovered that although the other party still had an arrogant face, he talked more. I guess he was a guy who looked down on others. At first, he thought I was insignificant and ignored me, but later he found that I had some experience and started to talk more.

Although this kind of person is not likable, he is not cunning and does not need to be guarded against everywhere. Chen Qingzhou has been struggling with his sister since he was a child. Although he is young, he has suffered a lot and his vision of people is much more mature than his peers.

Chen Qingzhou looked at Dao Wuya's gray fur, lowered his head to look at his two front paws, and complained: "Why did you turn me into a black cat? It's so ugly!"

The gray cat said disdainfully: "Who told you to be so unlucky to meet so many flower demons!"

Chen Qingzhou was speechless, but thinking of his own characteristics as a "walker in the dark", he really had no way to refute it. He could only curse in his heart, "troublesome Taoist priest!"

After some idle chat, the two gray and black cats wasted no more time and walked one after the other into the depths of the woods in the south.

……

Somewhere in the southern barbarian rain forest, there is a group of swordsmen in red.

Elder Ding Fengtao led Sanqian, Yan Yuyao and other Tianci disciples in a hurry. Although he had only been to Nanman once more than ten years ago, he had never missed any news about this place over the years. He also checked a lot of ancient books. It can be said that no one in Tianshan, or even in the five major sects, knows this place better than him.

The group had been walking slowly around the outskirts of Thousand Demon Ridge for two days, with no idea what their purpose was, but Ding Fengtao remained silent. The others knew more or less about his past, and while they either sympathized with him or admired him, they were all patient and did not dare to ask too many questions.

After walking for another hour, Huang Jing couldn't hold it in any longer. After all, he was the nephew of the chief monk and a descendant of an aristocratic family. He gave enough face to this uncle whom he had rarely met, and asked directly: "Uncle Ding, what are we looking for? Can you tell us so that we can prepare early, in case a monster suddenly appears..."

Ding Fengtao suddenly stopped and looked back at his disciples. His eyes changed slightly, perhaps he remembered his last experience.

Back then, he was also a young disciple who followed his master closely. He was lucky and lived for more than ten years. Today, he could enter the tiger's den again. What would it matter if he died here?

But what about these young disciples? Now that their fate is closely linked to his own, what will happen in the future?

Ding Fengtao had no time to think about it, his expression was serious, "Seventeen years ago, I followed Master and Brothers here to slay demons and monsters. As soon as we entered the southern barbarian land, we young disciples were attracted by the unique scenery. We didn't encounter any demons for several days, so we gradually relaxed our vigilance, but that day..."

Seeing that he stopped talking and looked painful, everyone thought that it must be a critical moment, and they all waited attentively.

Ding Fengtao exhaled a breath. He originally didn't want to talk about this matter again, but now he is the commander. In order for these young disciples to survive and not become the next Ding Fengtao, there are some things that he has to say no matter how painful it is.

"That day, as soon as we entered the Thousand Demon Ridge, we felt something was wrong. We always felt like something was watching us. When that feeling lasted for a long time, everyone would feel uneasy."

Everyone has now entered the territory of Thousand Demon Ridge. After hearing what he said, they seemed to have that weird feeling as well. They quickly gathered their energy to protect their bodies and looked around.

Ding Fengtao continued: "Later, we found out that it was the omnipresent flower demon that was staring at us."

Yuyan was startled and looked at the clusters of flowers blooming around him. "Master, are you saying that these flowers are spying on us?"

When these words were spoken, Sanqian, Yan Yuyao and Huang Jing were all shocked and held down the hilts of their swords.

"That's right," Ding Fengtao nodded. "The flower demon was originally a demon from Hualin Province. It has only appeared frequently in Nanman Province in recent decades. It can control hundreds of flowers and plants, weave a net, and see through all living things. I think it already knows we are coming."

Huang Jing was anxious, "We've lost the initiative before we even started fighting, what should we do?"

Yan Yuyao saw that although Ding Fengtao looked painful, he was not anxious or at a loss. "I think that after seventeen years of hard training, Master Uncle has come up with a plan to deal with this."

Ding Fengtao glanced at her without answering. He took out an oilcloth bag from his arms, dipped his right index finger in it, and then tapped his forehead.

"Just do it."

The four looked at the oilcloth bag and smelled a foul odor.

Huang Jing pinched his nose and asked, "Uncle Ding, what is this?"

Ding Fengtao had a blank expression on his face. "Corpse oil."

"what!"

Everyone gasped. Although they were all disciples of Xuanmen, except Sanqian and Yuyan, the others were rookies and had not seen much blood and gore. Now that they were asked to smear corpse oil on their faces, many of them vomited.

Especially a beautiful woman like Yan Yuyao, whose beautiful eyebrows also frowned.

After all, Yuyan was a few years older than the others. She looked at the oilcloth bag and asked, "Uncle Ding, what effect does this corpse oil have?"