093 Alu's Wolf Soldier

"You have been to many places. Tell me about the famous masters of Lebanon. There must be many people with skills like you." The ghost asked curiously.

Beckman shook his head with a smile and said after taking a sip of wine, "Haha, you are the same as I did back then. Do you want to find those more powerful contests when you know how to fight? There are really many extreme masters at the level of martial arts saints on this continent, but not as much as you can imagine. We have a population of 5 million in Lebanon, but there are only three martial arts saints. Ha ha, I am a martial arts saint in Zhenyuan, and two others are called Aryucans. They usually hide on Tianshan Mountain and don't care about world affairs. They are called hermits, and the other is called Zagu. A strange man raised by a beast, known as the beast emperor, has always been hiding in the snow ridge. I guess if you don't go to the snow ridge or Tianshan, you won't have a chance to see them at all.

"Are you the best in Riga?" Since ancient times, martial artists have had a popular atmosphere, and ghosts naturally can't help asking cliché.

"Hahaha, ghost boy, you have to try to know whether they are powerful or not. You said that one of them is silent like an ascetic, and the other simply ignores people and plays with a group of beasts all day long. I have looked for them several times, and they ignore me at all." Beckman took a few sips of wine with a smile. "Maybe they are also avoiding knowing the result. I'm the only fool who wants to find a stronger warrior to compare all day long."

"But that was decades ago. Now if it hadn't endangered the people of Lebanon, I wouldn't have taken care of it at all. What a master, bullshit!" Beckman drank more and more, as if he wanted to get himself drunk. After a few sips of wine, Beckman sighed and said, "A hundred years later, with a handful of loess, who can escape the destruction of years? What about the first master? A hundred years later, it won't be so rotten that even bone dregs can't be left..."

"I heard that as long as martial arts reach the extreme, you can become a god, and then you can live infinitely..."

Beckman glanced at the ghost, and then laughed as if he suddenly found some joke: "You silly boy, it's not so easy to become a god!" There is a martial master above the martial arts saint, and above the martial arts god is the god. Although the mainland has always spread the legend of warriors becoming gods, who the hell has really seen it? I have almost traveled all over the continent. Except for hearing a few legends of Wu Zun, I have never heard of the real god of war! Therefore, these ethereal things are still less believed. Mortal people become gods, can't be trusted, and can't be done..."

Beckman lay on the bunk, looked at the snow roof, and suddenly said quietly, "If a person really becomes a god and lives endlessly, it's quite boring..." He put the wine jar to the side, turned his back to the ghost and slept.

Agui didn't have much expression after listening to Beckman's words. The legend of the god of war is also what he occasionally saw in the Ye clan code. Imlongation is originally the goal pursued by human beings, but like Beckman's drunken words, it is really an extremely boring thing to be an endless living god without a goal.

In the whining north wind, the two of them lay quietly in the snowy house and fell asleep. For the ghost, it was enough to enjoy the wonderfulness of every day. Who knows that he almost couldn't even stand up and died prematurely. Since God has given him a chance to enjoy life, the ghost will never give up such an opportunity!

When the sun shines into the pine forest again, the smell of greedy barbecue floated from the snow house. Agui and Beckman had already sat by the fire and continued to barbecue and drink, and the two talked about yesterday's comparison.

"If you hadn't intercepted me, I would definitely have run four or five miles!" The ghost said as he nibbling on the barbecue.

"Ha ha, you boy, you play bows and arrows so well. Do you think I will be really stupid to follow you and let you shoot?" Beckman said with a bad smile, "Don't let me guess the route next, or you won't even be able to run three miles!"

Agui nodded and said seriously, "I was really careless yesterday. You are really cunning. You would rather be sniped by me several times along the way than surpass me in advance. You always deliberately paralyze me behind me. You won't accelerate until dark, right?"

"It's not difficult to block you. As soon as you set out, you go straight to the south, and you like to sniper on the edge of the open space, so it's not difficult to guess where you stay..." Beckman threw away the bones in his hand, grabbed a handful of snow and wiped his hands and said, "If you don't come up with some new tricks, I'll catch up. Just give you a good beating!"

"Cut, catch up with me," Agui also learned to wipe his hands with snow and wash his face with snow. His whole body suddenly became refreshed and said vigorously, "I will also change my tactics today. Brother Bei, you have to be careful."

"Haha, get out of here first. I can't wait to see your new tactics..."

In Beckman's laughter, the ghost got out of the snow house. It snowed again last night, and the whole forest was white. The ghost roared softly and ran south with clear footprints!

The ghost knew that compared with a martial saint, he was still too young, but he had mastered a lot of Beckman and could not understand the secret. Now he just took out Aru and asked her to help him help. The ghost ran and took out the demented silver statue from the wooden crystal core and communicated with Aru inside.

"You can contact me," Aluke didn't dare to make a sound in the silver statue for a long time. As soon as he got in touch with the ghost, he immediately chatted enthusiastically, "Who have you been with? How can my mental strength be so strong that I dare not come out!"

"A martial saint, we are in a competition..." Agui jumped over a fallen dead tree trunk.

"Conpetition? I think you have been running away," Alu giggled. An illusory white shadow appeared beside the ghost. Alu's spirit floated around the ghost curiously and looked around. There was never snow in the demon world. This silver-wrapped forest gave her a great surprise.

"Where is this? It's so beautiful. Look, the whole tree has turned white!" Alu curiously circled around a cedar and looked inside and outside several times. Fortunately, she was a spiritual body, and the distance was meaningless to her. As long as an idea passed, Alu's spirit could immediately appear next to the dementor silver statue.

"Aru, I want to get rid of the Wu Sheng behind me. Is there anything you can do?" The ghost is still running. Beckman said that an hour is an hour, and he will neither come out early nor stay for a few more minutes! Now that he has been running for more than half an hour, it's time to consider how to set a problem for Beckman.

"You should be able to make that snowboard, right?" Aru has been hiding in the wood crystal core, but he is not deaf. She has heard most of the conversations between Agui and Beckman.

"This doesn't work. Beckman's snowboard plays better than me. If you use the snowboard now, it's not as fast as me!" The ghost shook his head and still ran hard.

"You are not as good as him than speed, then let's call some friends!" Aru tried her best to help the ghost. This time, she simply used the ability of her soul singer to sing the song of soul gathering directly.

Since intercepting the power of faith, Aru's soul ability and rapid development, she is no longer the cowardly girl who can only stand on the window sill and call a few mountain beasts. The evolution of her soul has brought her singing power to an unprecedented new level, and this is Alu's first attempt!

Gather together! The people of the mountains listen to the call of the soul and gather to me!

The fluctuations of the soul swept silently across the forest. A wild snow wolf and wild wolf seemed to have been summoned by their ancestors. They raised their heads and howled to the sky. In an instant, the whole wilderness forest almost became the territory of the wolf clan. Their long roared even the black bears huddled in the cave. I woke up scared!

The dome of the snow house turned into a snowflake, and Beckman, who was sitting in the snow house, suddenly stood up, "What's going on? Did the beast emperor come here?"

On the snow, a strong figure ran quickly. They originally belonged to different wolves. Even if they met occasionally, most of them had to fight to death. But at this time, all the wild wolves that responded to the call seemed to suddenly become a whole. They followed Alu's instructions and drove up all the animals they could see in front of them. , converge in the specified direction.

"It's coming soon, you have to seize the opportunity," Alu smiled mischievously. As soon as her words fell, the cedar canopy beside the ghost trembled. In the snow all over the sky, a tall one-horned snow deer jumped out in panic.

The horse-sized one-horned snow deer is a specialty of Riga. Its slender limbs and huge hooves are enough to move quickly in the snow half a meter deep. The triangular one-horn between the forehead is not a joke. Once it is on the top, even the black bear will roll a few times in pain.

Generally, even the single-horned snow deer is not afraid of the wolves. It runs fast and has the endurance to fight. Whether it is a huge hoof or a unicorn, it is a deadly weapon for wild wolves. But today, the wild wolves in the forest are crazy. These more than 30 unicorn snow deer are hard Thousands of wild wolves were forced to escape, and their route to escape was right next to the ghost!

Naturally, the ghost will not waste this free forest express. He held a wooden crystal core in one hand and rode a snow deer as soon as he turned over. This guy is thinner than a horse, but his jumping power is amazing. If he hadn't been scared by the evil wolves behind him, he would really wouldn't have a chance to ride them!

The ghost lay his body tightly on the snow deer, and his arm firmly hugged the thin neck of the unicorn snow deer like an iron hoop. This thing is completely jumping. If it is a little loose, it is likely to be lifted down!

The ghost feels like a bumpy boat in the storm. The narled snow deer is not suitable for riding at all. Every time it falls, it seems to make the ghost fall on the ground fiercely. The huge anti-shock force can't help but speak even such a strong person as the ghost. The sour water came out of my eyes. This is not riding a deer. It's simply being tortured!