Chapter 40 Mystery Veil

This shot was extremely tricky. In an instant, it had been stabbed from the waist of Qu Dan to Ye Fang's chest.

Ye Fang casually stepped back half a step, and a big hand had stretched out and slammed on the tip of the gun.

A burst of force came, and the straight shot lost its original direction and slid past Ye Fang's shoulder.

Qu Shan's right hand suddenly took the long gun back. The barrel of the gun slid in his hand, swung from his waist, and quickly leaned out from the other side.

This time, the tail of the gun was poked out, and the bare wooden rod made people have the illusion for a moment. It seemed that this shot was more powerful than the first shot.

In the blink of an eye, the long gun had stabbed in front of Ye Fang. The whole process was not stagnant. The time it took was just a moment. It seemed that the first shot had just hit, and the second shot had come one after another.

Ye Fang still had a casual expression. As he did, he turned the head of the gun again to make the long gun fall.

Qu Shan was not discouraged. The long gun took the opportunity to cross half an arc in the air, took a roar, and adjusted his head again. The tip of the gun was like a maggot of the tarsoas, which instantly replaced the second attack and launched the third attack in a row.

This is three consecutive stacks, three consecutive attacks, one shot is as fast as one shot, and one shot is stacked one by one, forming a stormy offensive, so that the opponent can only be tired of defense and have no time to attack.

The first shot of the three consecutive stacks is mainly tricky. The second shot is hit out after the recovery of the first shot, superimposing the momentum of the first shot. The power is much greater than that of the first shot, while the third shot is the power of the first two consecutively superimposed. Suddenly, the strength, momentum and speed are reaching an unreachable one. The height and power are even higher than the sum of the previous two times.

Wow--! Heavy wind!

Ye Fang's face changed slightly, put away his careless expression, and his face began to be solemn.

He raised his hand and slapped it heavily on the long gun. The dull sound of fighting echoed in the forest.

Qu Dan suddenly stepped back a few steps, and then stood still and looked at the other party with regret.

At the moment just now, he wanted to use the second round of three stacks in a row, so that he could superimpose the power of the first three shots again to form a more violent attack.

However, Ye Fang obviously deeply understands the essence of this move. He only allowed him to use three shots and forcibly dispersed his momentum with great force.

"Not enough, come again!" Ye Fang shouted coldly.

Qu Shan aroused a sense of pride in his heart and raised his gun again. Knowing that he can't do it, the more difficult it is, the more difficult it is. This is his code of conduct!

One shot, two shots, three shots, bombard, interrupted again!

One, two, three, boom...

For a while, the gun shadows roaring in the forest kept flashing, and the sound of fighting continued. With the rebuke of Ye Fang, it formed a unique movement in the primitive forest...

After a few hours, it was not until Qu Dan was exhausted that his practice came to an end.

The two began to run wildly in the forest. After running for dozens of miles in a row, they saw the wall of the fierce bear city from afar. I chose to practice in the distant forest in order to better avoid everyone's eyes and ears.

Return to the warrior camp and leave separately, Qu Dan came to Mr. Shang's small dark room as usual. He opened the door and was surprised to find that there were already three people waiting in the room.

Mr. Shang, Xing Yi, and another guy who practiced together. After years of contact, Qu Dan has already known that his name is Yu Liu, who belongs to the cavalry.

Today, the old man did not huddle in a chair to sleep abnormally, but bent his body in the room and walked slowly. The dragon rat and tiger also followed him step by step, holding his head high and standing with only two hind legs, like a proud little follower.

Seeing Qu Dan coming in, Mr. Shang stopped and said to the crowd, "You have been here for more than six years. Over the years, you have not taught other tricks of training animals except for practicing the method of communication with A Hu."

He swept the crowd one by one with his turbid eyes, and then said, "I know there must be doubts in your hearts. What is the art of training? It's very simple, that is spiritual power. Strong spiritual power is the basis for communicating with animals. I let you communicate with Ah Hu, which seems useless, but it is actually the most important thing in practicing the art of training animals. As long as the spirit is strong, the rest is not worth mentioning.

"In a few months, it will be your 12-year-old mount trial. When they get the mount, perhaps the cubs of the tyrant bear army will put force first. The use of violence to subdue the tyrant is their only choice, but you are different. You are the cubs who follow me, the greatest trainer of the tribe. In addition to force, you also have a more important ability-- Spiritual strength."

"Communicate with the beast that will be tamed, so that it will willingly follow you and sincerely become your mount. This is the real function of spiritual power and the essence of the art of taming animals..."

It seems that he didn't say so much for a long time. The old man gasped a few times before he calmed down. He walked to the door leisurely and said, "Today, I'll take you to see the real strength of the art of animal tame..."

With that, Mr. Shang walked out of the house. The light outside was bright and shone on the old man's old face, which made him narrow his eyes slightly.

The three people followed closely, and a strange excitement flashed in their hearts.

Six years of repeated practice have made them have not much ** except for the daily homework. The only thing that supports their continuous cultivation is the heart that wants to become stronger.

Now, the bitter waiting has finally made new progress, and the true face of the art of how to domesticate is about to appear in front of them.

Mr. Shang kept walking out, walked out of the soldiers' camp, walked into the violent bear city, and went straight to a corner in the north of the city. There is an extremely huge house here. Thousands of catties of boulders are neatly built one by one, and huge houses dozens of feet high are built. Rows of huge houses are connected together, which is magnificent. Outside the whole house, there is also a tight and strong fence, as if to be prepared for escape, which is completely different from other houses in the city.

The old man went straight into the house, passed through the gate guarded by two burly men, and walked in. The two big men just glanced at the old man and did not stop him.

Qu Dan and others can't help but be surprised. The people here seem to be extremely familiar with the elderly. I don't know how Mr. Shang, who doesn't go out of the gate all year round, keeps in touch with them.

Entering this row of houses, Qu Dan found that the rows of houses were actually connected, not separated into rooms, but the whole building together to form a wide hall.

Mr. Shang took several people to shuttle through these halls and finally came to a room with a thick stone door closed.

The old man pushed the door and entered. In the room, an old man was sitting lazily in a chair, muttering inaudible words.

"Old friend, I'm coming." Mr. Shang said.