Chapter 3 The Lost Hunting Team

The children chatty and quarreled, and finally couldn't get a result. They all pulled Mr. Su to ask her to be the referee.

Mr. Su touched everyone's heads with a smile: "Tang Xiuxiu is right. The double-membrane vacuum bag in the white stick can isolate heat. There is no medium in the vacuum, which isolates the transmission of heat, and the closed bag cannot achieve air convection, so most of the heat of the magma is locked in it. Noodles."

Tang Xiuxiu looked proud, and Li Weihan pouted and did not look at her.

Mr. Su continued with a smile and said, "But heat transmission is not only 'conducting' and 'convection'. It can also be transmitted through 'radiation'. The sun overhead is separated from us by a large amount of vacuum space, but isn't it still warm on us? This is radiation transfer heat. Mass, magma can also transmit part of the heat through radiation, but the inner layer of the double-membrane vacuum material package has a reflective coating, so the radiation heat is very weak, and you only feel warm.

"Wow, so that's it!" After an encouraging argument, the children understood Mr. Su's explanation, and their faces showed the joy of mastering the knowledge.

Mr. Su pulled out the prepared textbook from his shoulder bag and walked to the petrified magma lizard and said, "Well, students, we don't have much time. Let's start to learn more about this five-level warcraft."

"Good!" The children rushed up with a small black board and learned from Mr. Su.

The broken book in Mr. Zuo's hand turned over another yellow page. His eyes were almost narrowed by the sun. I guess he would fall asleep after reading it for a while.

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Thirty kilometers west of the magma lake, the deep snow on the ground can pass the knees, and huge snow blocks between the thick branches above the head are lumps. If you accidentally collapse, not to mention crushing people, it is possible to crush two or three low-level warcraft.

Suddenly, there was a sound of flowers in the depths of the forest, and several "hairmen" with spears were drilled out. First, they carefully glanced around, listened to hear if there was any movement, and then gently patted the trunk in front of them with their spears, shaking the snow on the treetops down, and then quietly observed for a while before turning back. Hello.

Behind the "Mao Man", a team of about 40 people slowly came out, dressed as the Mao people. The gray-black fur was wrapped from head to toe, and some people were still blood-stained. At first glance, they were wearing fur that had just fallen from the animal.

Most of these people are holding spears or machetes, more than half of whom carry bows and arrows of different lengths, and more than 20 double-headed demon horses are mixed in the team and move forward with them.

In order to save horsepower, most people are walking in the knee-deep snow. There are two people riding on the horse. In front of them is a strong man with no back bow on his back, but with a double-bound shotgun on his back. He pulled the reins tightly with both hands and scanned around with a solemn face.

There is also a man riding a horse behind him. He is a thin young man. He is not wrapped in thick fur like others, but wearing a clean gown, carelessly around, with an expression of wandering in the mountains and rivers. It seems that he is not surrounded by heavy snow and road-blocking jungle, but smoke and rain. The picturesque south of the Yangtze River.

One of them came to the bearded horse and whispered, "Master Ma, it still seems wrong. The snow sealed the mountain and covered all the marks we left. I'm afraid we are lost."

The beard nodded and didn't say anything. He has been in the mountains for a few days. If he still says he hasn't lost, he won't believe it. He turned around and looked around and said, "Master Wang Xian, it seems that we are really lost. I don't know if you can always vacate. We don't have much dry food. If we continue like this, I'm afraid we will never have fun."

Monra Wang said in his heart that I don't have to eat. You don't care about me, but after all, he was ordered by his teacher to protect this hunter team. It's hard to say such cold words, so he said with a smile, "Captain Ma, you can also see how thrilling I am fighting with the five-level magic bear. I After all, it's just the cultivation of the sixth phase of practicing qi. It's not easy to deal with the fifth-level warcraft. The spiritual power has been exhausted for a long time. You can't recover the ability to take off without ten days and a half months. Don't count on me.

The beard nodded with understanding, but sighed unlucky in his heart. His name was Ma Tiewu. He was originally a bandit who occupied the mountain as the king. Later generations could not get along. He defected to Jule City to be the hunting captain. This time, he took people into the mountain to hunt warcraft. Unexpectedly, he was blocked by the snow and lost his way. The monk invited from Qingyu Mountain was another The waste can't even take off after fighting with the first five-level magic bear. Now the whole team is trapped in the forest, and no beast can be caught. The dry food is about to be empty. The situation is really difficult.

Ma Tiewu looked back at the more than 20 double-headed magic horses and said that he should kill the horses in two days, but he didn't know if he could return to Jule City after eating all the horses.

The hunters around did not dare to complain, but they looked at Monk Wang with a look of disgust. Now it is not the time when they bowed their heads when they saw the monk 20 years ago. Although the monks still have a supreme position, mortals are vulnerable in front of them, but mortals also have a lot to deal with. The weapons of monks, especially a small city called the cold city in the south of the gorge, release a batch of advanced weapons to restrain monks every year, so the status of general low-level monks is getting worse and worse.

When monk Wang saw everyone's dissatisfaction, he was also a little scared. You know, Ma Tiewu's back is not an ordinary two-bound shotgun. The shotgun can be equipped with broken spirit bullets. A bullet with unknown substances added to the warhead can completely disperse the protective spiritual power of the eighth-phase monk. His current strength But I can't stand Ma Tiewu's shot.

"Well, Captain Ma, although I can't take the air, we have a method of divination and measuring positions in Qingyu Mountain. Why don't I calculate where our life is?" Brother Wang said with a smile. In fact, he is all lying. The monk's skills are all practicing qi and building foundations. There is no divination. In fact, he said this to stabilize Ma Tiewu and his gang of bandits. When they are half-deadly hungry, they naturally cannot pose a threat.

Ma Tiewu did not understand the monk's skills. Seeing that what Brother Wang said was very confident, he had to nod and become a living horse doctor. Besides, let everyone have a goal, which is also helpful to morale, and the team can collapse later.

Monra Wang didn't dismount. He didn't take a bag. He took out a delicate spoon from the inner pocket of the long shirt, put one hand on its bottom, and let him float in the air. Then he said seriously, "Look, I'm a way-seeking spoon. It will turn and when it stops. When we come down, the place where the spoon is aimed is our way to live!"

"Grass, isn't this a deceptive magician?" Ma Tiewu scolded in his heart and couldn't wait to pull out his gun to blow this waste head into scum, but when he saw the concentration of his subordinates around him one by one, he finally resisted his anger.

The hunters around are all poor people. Those who have seen this thing all cheered and watched it with interest.

Wang wow, and the little toy at his fingertips turned quickly. When he finally stopped, the spoon was aimed in one direction. He said happily, "Guns, you can walk forward for a long time and you can get out of this damn forest."

Everyone responded well. Under the leadership of Ma Tiewu, they waved their spears and walked in the direction pointed by the spoon in the hand of Monk Wang.

No one knows that in front of this spoon pointed, there is a black ball quietly suspended.

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On the grass next to the magma lake, the huge salamator was cut into two pieces. Because ** was drained and illuminated by the transparent omentum, the organs of the salamant were not scattered. Teacher Su took the children to walk in the body of the salamand to explain the principle of organ tissue and plasma tube chemical reaction, which was before the disaster. The knowledge can only be learned in high school or even college, but the children in the third grade of Hancheng Primary School have begun to learn, and from their expressions, it seems that these complex system biological knowledge cannot be understood. The small black board in their hands dotted pictures and made many lecture notes.

After all, she was a child. After maintaining her interest for more than 40 minutes, she was a little tired. Teacher Su also finished the field observation class with experience, and she walked to the white stick.

"Teacher, let me do it" Li Weihan suddenly came out and stopped in front of Mr. Su.

Mr. Su touched the naughty child's head, then picked up the white stick on the ground, checked it and gave it to Li Weihan, and said, "Go, little strong!"

Li Weihan cheered and ran to the pine forest with a white stick.

Hundreds of silk threads stretched out behind the white stick, connecting the bodies of the magma salambler and dozens of bags of body fluids. As Li Weihan ran farther and farther, the silk threads were tightened, pulling several tons of salamant bodies and slowly moved with him. The children excitedly shouted around Li Weihan and enjoyed this kind of pulling. The strange feeling of moving a huge thing.

Tang Xiuxiu stood in the distance, curled her mouth and muttered disdainfully, "If it weren't for zero friction and anti-gravity technology, you wouldn't even be able to pull a toe, big fool."

Of course, Li Weihan did not hear Tang Xiuxiu's secret scolding. He proudly assigned the white stick to different children. It felt like a general of the division of troops. Mr. Zuo, whose eyelids could not be raised on the lounge chair in the distance, occasionally glanced at him with a heartfelt smile on his face.

The body of the salamand was sent into the pine forest, but the children did not go back. They turned back and took out the prepared food and drinks with Mr. Su, sat on the grass to eat and rest. It was snowing in the cold city. Who didn't want to stay on this spring grass for a while?

The children ate and made a scene and played a small game of losing their handkerchiefs. If anyone lost their handkerchiefs and couldn't find anyone, they had to perform a show and threw them around. The handkerchiefs were thrown behind Li Weihan. As soon as the little guy opened his eyes, the person who lost the handkerchief was gone, so he had to take the handkerchief. Give everyone a show.

Li Weihan was not interested in singing and dancing. It was okay for him to play with a few little brothers. It was difficult for him to perform the program. He touched his scalp and thought for a long time. At a glance, he saw the huge black ball on the magma lake. He turned his eyes and smiled, "Ha ha, Mr. Su, I can't sing or dance, otherwise I Let me tell you a legendary story."

The child has no intention. Li Weihan's eyes have betrayed what he wants to say. As soon as the children understand that he wants to talk about the origin of the big black ball, they are excited. They always never get tired of this mysterious black ball.

Mr. Su nodded with a smile, and Tang Xiuxiu also showed interest in Li Weihan for the first time.