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  What kind of concept is a hundred cubic meters?

  The size of a room!

  Originally, the master also thought that the Twenty-four Bridge Mingyue Night Belt named by Tang Sangang was very good, with twenty-four cubic meters of storage space, and even boasted Haikou, calling it the top soul guide and unrivaled in storage space.

   Now, looking at Yang Hai's Na Jie in Yang Ming's hands, he knows what is meant by someone outside, there are mountains outside the mountain, and the master feels a burning pain on his face, not very embarrassed.

   If you are not afraid of not knowing the goods, you are afraid of comparing the goods!

  Compared with the one hundred cubic meters of Youhai Najie, the storage space of the twenty-four bridges on the moon and the moon is not very eye-catching.

   Even, in order to take care of the face of the master, Yang Ming did not say the unique soul binding function of the advanced Nahua. Otherwise, the master might not be able to raise his head in front of the younger Yang Ming after listening to it.

  He can't afford to lose this person!

   In the carriage, the sudden silence came, no longer the excitement just now.

   Master shut up and did not ask in detail about You Hai Najie, because this is already Yang Ming’s own secret.

   It's just that every time you glance at this beautiful ring, the master, like the Matthew No. 1 Soul Master in the Wuhun Palace, subconsciously started his brain and began to think randomly:

   "Holy Soul Village... Soul Saint... Xiao Hao's father Tang Hao... Yang Ming's soul guide in his hands... Hiss... Is there any earth-shattering secret in the Holy Soul Village?"

  Master almost stunned himself with this brain hole, watching Yang Ming's eyes have changed, no longer look at the eyes of the juniors, but like looking at the children of a certain family.

  Yang Ming was naturally not sure what the master was thinking. After binding the Yuhai Najie to his soul, he put it on the thumb of his right hand. Not to mention, it was quite appropriate.

   Looking at You Hai Najie on the thumb, Yang Ming's eyes were slightly different.

   "When will I be as good as the king of the undead, Anzur Gong, with ten fingers full of rings?"

  No words along the way.

   The distance of four hundred miles is long or short, short and short, and trapped in the current transportation. Yang Ming and his team set off from the morning until noon the next day before finally reaching their destination.

  Hunting Forest.

   There is no demand, there is no trading. Due to the huge demand for soul beasts, a market has been established outside the forest.

On the simple road paved with cobblestones and gravel, all kinds of dressed pedestrians come and go, and the businesses on both sides of the road are abnormally prosperous. Hotels, restaurants, nightingale shops, medical halls, weapon shops, armor shops, various shops Scale times, provide a variety of services.

  Someone once joked that outside the Soul Hunting Forest, you can easily find the strongest wine and the hottest woman.

   "There are warrants, the team hunts the century-old soul beast, and the five-person team lacks four, so come quickly to assist."

   "Take a rookie team, get on the car quickly, ten gold coins per person, no bargain!"

   "Purchase the distribution map of Soul Beast, the price is good to discuss."

  All kinds of information meet here to form a place for material exchange and information exchange.

  Yang Ming was walking on the street, listening to the shouting from time to time, and suddenly produced an absurd illusion. Did he enter some kind of inferior domestic online games?

   At this time, should I yell:

"Hello everyone, I am Slag Hui, a new version of the ship that Jieshili hasn't saved, and it takes three minutes to experience it. Lizai will be like me, love the festival game. The legend of Jiewan, the brothers come Cut me."

  As soon as he thought of something interesting, Yang Ming couldn't help hooking the corner of his mouth.

  Yang Ming followed behind the master, without noticing that he was hanging two small tails a hundred meters away behind him.

   Two tattoo men looked at the direction of Yang Ming and whispered:

   "Unexpectedly, this kid is so young, he hunted the soul beast so quickly to get the soul ring, it seems that his talent is not bad."

   "Whether he is talented or not, he is dead anyway! Blame it only because he is the descendant of a traitor!"

   The two tattooed men walked between the rooms without making any slight footsteps, as if they had no weight and fluttered.

  Master Yang Ming and Tang San walked all the way to the depths of the market, and explained to them at the same time:

   "Soul beasts are not as easy to hunt as you think. Some naturally powerful soul beasts, even if the training period is not long, still have a strong attack."

"So, most people come here to hunt and kill soul beasts, they will choose to form a group. Everyone holds a group to warm up and make up for each other's deficiencies. This is not only a higher probability of hunting and killing soul beasts, but also an extra guarantee, because in the soul hunting forest, often Sometimes, the most sinister is not the soul beast, but the human heart."

   "Fortunately, this time we are going to hunt only a hundred years of soul beasts. If I take care of them, as long as I don't provoke too strong soul beasts, basically there will be no problems."

  The three of them walked through the buildings and walked out of the market with words and deeds.

What is in sight is a hundred-year-old tree. The thick trunk is at least as thick as six people together. The crown of the tree goes straight to the sky. The dense and lush branches are interlaced and vertical, covering the entire sky, and the sun can only pass from the branches. A light spot that breaks through the leaf gap and is projected on the ground.

  Outside the forest, there is a huge steel fence. The height of the fence is more than ten meters. It looks extremely solid. It shows a lot of spikes toward the side of the forest to prevent the soul beasts in the forest from rushing out.

Outside the fence, there are also a group of soldiers, a pair of one hundred people, dressed in fine iron armor, armed with a spear, with a strict military uniform, stepping on the military steps, patrolling back and forth, far away, give one This kind of killing air is obviously ~www.ltnovel.com~ They are all elite soldiers with great strength, not a display.

  When Yang Ming and the three people approached, a group of soldiers came on a neat march.

   "The visitor stops, please show your warrant."

  Master took the opportunity to look back and explained to Yang Ming’s Tang San:

   "No one can enter the state-hunted Soul Hunting Forest. Only soul masters who have received warrants from the Wuhun Palace are eligible to enter the Soul Hunting Forest to hunt and kill soul beasts."

Saying that, the master took out a warrant, and the swarthy one didn't know what the material was. The pattern on the top was made up of three kinds of figures. In the center, there was a sword with the tip of the sword pointing downwards. Hammer and a monster.

  This is the third-class warrant of Wuhundian.

   The soldier took the warrant and recognized it at a glance. His grim face showed a respectful expression. He held the warrant in both hands and returned it to the master, and raised his hand. He signaled the soldiers to make a way and let Yang Ming go in.

  Soon after the three Yang Ming left, the tattoo duo followed.

   Surprisingly, they also took out the third-class warrant of Wuhundian.

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