一女战三老外一女战三黑人

At the long slope of Pool Village, a team of Dragon Shepherds riding Flying Bird Pseudo-Dragons landed in this somewhat withered grassland.

Among them, one person was on the ground, riding a Hellhound Dragon that radiated an intense heat. As it ran, molten lava would drip from its fur, leaving a trail of scorched signs behind.

“You guys come down,” said the young man from the Nan Clan, who was riding the Hellhound Dragon.

“Wasn’t there a large group of Low Wolf Demons here? We followed their scent all the way,” Nan Ye asked with some confusion.

“Someone killed them all, see for yourself,” the youth from the Nan family said.

Only then did the Nan descendants land from the sky. Amidst the barren grass, a large pit appeared, filled with many bodies half-buried in it. At a glance, there were about twenty or thirty, not to mention others hidden deeper in the mud.

Nan Ye was quite surprised. They were some of the earliest to arrive at White Tea Town and had also followed the largest group of beasts here. They had expected to score a vast number of points in one go, but all the beasts had been killed and carelessly discarded in the long slope pit…

“The spirits have dispersed, and the bodies are smashed; there’s no difference from the remains of ordinary wild animals. The battle was almost a complete rout. Do we have someone that strong in our academy? Even at Dragon General Level, it would be difficult to achieve this extent,” said the Hellhound Dragon’s young rider.

“There seems to be a village at the bottom of the slope; let’s go and ask,” said a long-haired woman from the Nan family.

“It’s infuriating to have made a wasted trip. If we go back to White Tea Town now, Jin Minjun’s team probably has beaten us to it!”

“Let’s go to the village to get some clean water and prepare to move to the next place. We can’t lose to the Li and Duan families again this year,” said the young man with the Hellhound Dragon.

“Without any gains this time, we might be behind others. I think we can try to look for traces of Demon Spirits. If we can hunt down a Demon Spirit, our ranking will be secure,” the long-haired woman from the Nan clan said.

“Okay, we’ll search for Demon Spirits. If we find one we can’t handle, notify Nan Lingsha in Red Lotus City right away. If she chops down the Demon Spirit, we can still get half the points,” they agreed.

Small Pond Mountain Post Station, a traveler’s inn that is twenty miles away from White Tea Town, boasts three inns and a peddler’s shop.

This location also serves as a meeting point for various towns. Every five days, peddlers, farmers, woodcutters, hunters, and tea growers from each township gather here.

Fortunately, the post station was not attacked on a market day; otherwise, the number of casualties would have risen by several times, reaching several hundreds of people.

Zhu Minglang and the others had already given up on the trail of the Cannibal Monsters, since the people from the Nan Clan had already locked down their escape direction and pursued them before Zhu’s group arrived.

The largest group of monsters they could find now were those Human-faced

Rats, which had attacked all night from the inn at the post station, up to White Tea Town—monsters that relished eating entrails!

Zheng Yu’s soldiers were also in the post station, where the blood had dried up; they were searching for the traces of Cannibal Monsters under the pretense of looking for any bandits taking the opportunity to cause chaos.

It seemed that they had found a clue: Zheng Yu had already set off for the low mountains. After Zhu Minglang and Jin Minjun searched the post station, they discovered an unusual bloodstain.

“This blood is not human. It must be from a hunter who wounded one of the Human-faced Rats with a knife,” Jin Minjun said seriously, pointing at the bloodstain.

Zhu Minglang examined it carefully but couldn’t see any difference between rat blood and human blood.

Perhaps Jin Minjun just had a keener awareness of bloodstains. Through his own eyes, powered by spiritual energy, he could see some things that others couldn’t.

Zhu Minglang’s spiritual power was especially sensitive to the aura of monsters, provided it was left behind not long ago. Traces that were a bit older, like these, were actually harder to find.

The injured human-faced rat had become key in their search for the nest, and Zhu Minglang realized the team he had found himself in was quite formidable…

Indeed, real Dragon Shepherds were different from the few slackers back at his residence.

Following the trail of blood, the team ventured directly into the mountains. To avoid startling the wary human-faced rats, they did not let their dragon beasts accompany them, only Chu Yanyan’s Windbell Dragon moved ahead to seek out the monster’s aura.

The Windbell Dragon was also quite petite, probably only equivalent to a peacock in size. Its aura was as weak as that of an ordinary Bird Spirit, so there was no worry of it being discovered by the human-faced rats while on the hunt.

With a call as melodious as a bell, the Windbell Dragon danced in the mountain breeze, light and elegant. Whenever the tracking became a bit perplexing for everyone, the Windbell Dragon would point out a clearer path, and the missing footprints and traces of blood would reappear in their line of sight.

“Yiyiyi-

The Divine Green Holy Dragon asked to come out for some air. Zhu Minglang thought about it and decided that since it had just reached its juvenile stage and its aura was very weak, it could indeed come out for some exercise.

Little Qingzhuo enjoyed the essence of nature, as the mountains and forests could bestow upon it even greater strength.

Moreover, the Little Sacred Dragon seemed to also like the Windbell Dragon “big sister, ” flapping its somewhat stiff wings and following the Windbell Dragon’s beautiful tail to learn the art of flying.

“Is that a wooden dragon?” Lu Xiaoyao asked.

Lu Xiaoyao was the best at grooming among the five female students, applying makeup whenever she got the chance along the way to maintain her red lips and arched eyebrows.

“Perhaps it’s a rotting wood dragon. Rotting wood cannot be carved, after all, haha.”

Cough cough, the Divine Green Holy Dragon was teased by them as a rotting wood dragon, and for a moment, Zhu Minglang didn’t know how to defend his own Little Azure Dragon.

“When we encounter the human-faced rats later, you better hurry up and put it away. It would be a pity if the young dragon died,” Chu Yanyan said.

A young dragon in the Ancestral Dragon City was considered very expensive. If it had a high bloodline and potential, it could be bid up to a staggeringly high price. Everyone actually saw that Zhu Minglang’s green dragon was extraordinary, but they chose not to say it out loud.

Zhu Minglang nodded his head. The little one had just gone through a life-and-death ordeal and was not like other newborns that fearlessly face a tiger. It wouldn’t act recklessly.

As he thought this, suddenly Little Qingzhuo disappeared from his field of vision. He looked at the Windbell Dragon and found it was not behind the Windbell Dragon.

In a panic, he used his soul perception and searched for Little Qingzhuo among the trees, only to sense that it was right around him.

“Yiyiyi-

Amidst a curtain of drooping crowns of leaves, Little Qingzhuo was flapping its wings, hovering in place with its adorable vertical pupils fixed on Zhu Minglang, and a sly grin on its little cheeks.

Zhu Minglang looked carefully and realized that this Divine Green Holy Dragon had a natural affinity, its feathers and scales could change color, drawing close to the yellow-green leaves, and its feathers also looked exactly like the leaves!

The little one was showing off its skills to him, but this ability was indeed quite special, blending in completely with the surrounding environment.

A skill for survival… prizing life was good. Zhu Minglang liked abilities that ensured stability until the end of time..