The First Beastmaster of the Nine Realms

Chapter 146 Sleep Aid Percussion Sound

All the more than 700 general feathers here are all gone—no, it can’t be said that they are gone.

In other words, they are out of sight.

The three of Zou Boquan raised their heads in a daze, and all they saw was a huge carapace, nearly two people tall, firmly pressing on the more than 700 general feathers they had collected.

That's the turtle's carapace.

The carapace was tightly fastened to the ground like a painted cover, without revealing a single gap, like a big rock.

The dozens of spirit beasts who were in charge of "housekeeping" were either pacing around, looking around, or they had disappeared, and they didn't know where they went.

"Brother Zou..."

Li Fanglin said blankly, "Well, whose spirit beast is this, why..."

"It's not anyone's spirit beast!" Zou Boquan was furious, "This is wild! I have never seen anyone's spirit beast like this!"

This is the general feather that Senior Sister Jin specially entrusted to him to manage!

Also explain to him, let him take care of it!

How could such a wild thing make trouble in its nest!

Zou Boquan immediately ordered the other two: "Proddle it with spiritual power and see if it works."

They have a wood attribute, an earth attribute, and a fire attribute.

Wood attribute Zou Boquan manipulated vines to try to drill under the turtle shell, earth attribute Li Fanglin tried to create earth walls and soil thorns under it, and fire attribute Liu Wancheng was more direct, throwing fireballs on the turtle shell one after another .

Li Fanglin's face flushed red, and a low growl came out of his throat.

But the hard clod of soil carrying spiritual power couldn't push it up from under its plastron no matter what.

Don't know how much it weighs.

The vines couldn't find any gaps in the tightly fastened turtle shell, and the fire hit the turtle shell, it was completely muddy cows entering the sea.

After half an hour, the spiritual power of the three of them was almost exhausted.

"Zou...Brother Zou, this, what should we do..."

Li Fanglin asked out of breath.

Uncle Zou's complexion was pale: "...Let's attack directly."

Liu Wancheng on one side had already lost his strength, and said: "That's the only way to go. This spirit beast is not General Yuhuotian. If you kill it, you shouldn't be punished."

Li Fanglin said: "It should be so."

Zou Boquan let go of his scruples and settled down.

Several people rested on the spot for half an hour, and Zou Boquan stood up again.

For some reason, my spirit beast refused to come over even after it called.

Zou Boquan was furious, and his spiritual power circulated, he called out the long axe, and simply used his strongest martial skill.

Just kill it, just treat it as if you were unlucky today!

Gao Taiyue, sit on the blue lantern!
And eat him!
The turquoise spiritual power gushed out, and the ax slammed heavily on the tortoise's shell with a burst of green light that suddenly spread out. The force was so great that the ground under the tortoise sank several inches.

Li Fanglin and Liu Wancheng's eyes were widened by this blow, they held their breath and waited for the smoke to disperse.

When the surroundings became clear...the few people didn't notice any reaction from it.

The strange tortoise shell painted with mysterious patterns looked like a piece of broken wood, but it was unscathed by the strongest blow of the foundation-building cultivator.

"..."

"..."

"Brother Zou, this..."

"How about we tell Senior Sister Jin that this competition is almost over, and something like this happened..."

The two were completely dumbfounded, and their hearts gradually became anxious.

"No!" Brother Zou yelled, "Senior Sister is still looking for the rest of the feathers, and she asks others for help with everything. If we go out on our own, who else can we ask for help! There must be a limit to dependence!"

"Besides, we still have time!"

Having said that, both of them couldn't help but reflect.

Senior Brother Zou is right, if he encounters danger in the future, can't he always ask Senior Sister Jin for help?
Zou Boquan said this, but he had another consideration: if he could solve this matter before she came back, he would definitely get a head start and get more feathers than before.

What's more, if she can't move the turtle away in the end, then of course the longer she can go now, the better.

The more time passes, the more extra feathers she gets.

Even if she couldn't get the 700 or so, she could get a lot when she came back, and with her personality, she would definitely not take it all alone.

If you distribute it to yourself, wouldn't it be possible to surpass those fellow disciples who did not participate in this small group?
Thinking of this, Zou Boquan became more determined.

"I'll try again," he said.

While the long ax was flying, there were bursts of "ding ding dong dong" sounds, which only dazzled people.

For such a long time, from dawn to late at night, the tortoise did not move, but he was panting from exhaustion.

There are still fourteen hours before the end of the game.

Countless footsteps came, and a group of people walked behind a woman and came here.

Nearest, a cold female voice sounded: "Zou Boquan, what is this?"

Uncle Zou turned around sweating profusely, and said to Jin Yinyu, the leader: "Senior sister, this, this thing, I don't know where it came from, it can't be moved, it can't be hit..."

But his eyes involuntarily slid to Jin Yinyu's hand, she was holding a large handful of feathers tightly, and the people behind her each had a few feathers in their hands.

He compared them silently, he breathed a sigh of relief as he still had more than [-] sticks in his hand that hadn't been put in.

Jin Yinyu asked calmly: "Since you know that the game is about to end, but you can't handle it, but there is such a big change that concerns everyone, why didn't you call me?"

"I...I," Zou Boquan said, "Senior Sister is on the go, I don't want to disturb you, Senior Sister."

Jin Yinyu looked at him coldly in the dark, a pair of light golden pupils seemed to see through him.

"If you really think so." Jin Yinyu said after a while, "Don't think I don't know your little thoughts."

"These in your hands are what you will get in the end." She looked away and said, "Whether I solve this matter or not, the result is like this."

She didn't say any more, turned around and inserted the feather in her hand into the earring, and the little snake became longer and tied tightly.

Jin Yinyu gestured to the people behind him not to come, and approached the huge turtle alone.

Seen in the dark, it looks more like a small mountain.

"I am a gold drinker, a disciple of the Beast Control Sect."

She didn't make a move, she stood at one end of the turtle shell, cupped her hands, and said.

This is an animal that has never appeared in any Warcraft or Spirit Beast illustrated books.

Appeared, very strange.

Perhaps, this is a kind of test for the sect.

Jin Yinyu saluted again, using martial arts, and said in a voice like Hong Zhong: "Dare to ask why senior is here? Can you condescend to show up and listen to the next sentence?"

The night wind blew past, and Jin Yinyu waited patiently for a reply.

The tortoise—that is, the enlarged Jian Huanyang, discovered four hours ago that the sound from the back passed through the thickened tortoise shell, as if gently tapping and massaging, unconsciously Fell asleep.

At this moment, she was still thinking in a daze when she heard the human voice coming from behind her buttocks.

Fortunately, the speaker is facing her tail, if it is facing her head, it will feel very noisy.

Originally, I thought that if I persisted until Jian Baisan woke up, he might die—unexpectedly, it was very simple and easy.

(End of this chapter)