Douluo's Gourd

Oscar had a dream in which he was sitting in a carriage.

Lanterns were set up on both sides of the road, the people fell to the ground and held their breath, and the disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect shouted their names.

And Wang Xiaofeng was crying and shouting to go with him, saying don't leave him alone, please.

It's just messed up.

"unlucky!"

Looking at the dark cave, he muttered.

The bonfire had been extinguished long ago, leaving only charcoal glowing red.

Oscar got out of the sleeping bag, and there was no one else around.

And the one-meter-diameter hole drilled by the mirror image beast was blocked at some point.

The iron pot on the iron stand emits a scent of food.

Oscar yawned and walked over to open the lid, and there was still a little steaming stew inside.

The rich soup and the boiled sausage blend together, exuding a warm aroma that people cannot refuse.

The scattered wild vegetables are crispy but not rotten, which also enriches the aroma of the dishes... so delicious, even if it is hot, people can't help but eat it.

It wasn't until there was only soup left in the pot that Oscar realized that he had already eaten the whole pot.

His usual appetite is not that big... Well, this must be because he has just absorbed the soul ring, and his body needs a lot of energy replenishment. It is definitely not because Wang Xiaofeng's cooking is too delicious.

As for why it wasn't made by Hote, hehe, that guy's skills are limited to barbecue and cooking wild vegetable soup, and it's only at the level of undead.

Looking at the bottom of the pot with only soup left in front of him, Oscar thought about how to remedy it.Wait, this soup seems to be good for dipping bread?

"Xiao Ao, you're awake."

After finishing the warm-up exercise, Hot walked into the cave and greeted Oscar.

"Brother Hao, have you had breakfast? Why don't you try the new sausage I just made, the taste will definitely make your eyes shine." Oscar calmly swallowed the bread in his mouth, turned his body slightly, blocking the light like New pot bottoms.

"I've already eaten it." Hao Te smacked his lips, as if reminiscing about the delicacy of the food, "Doctor He's cooking skills are amazing, it's obvious that the sausages and wild vegetables that are usually eaten together can become so delicious simply by stewing them together delicacies."

"If you have the strength to flatter me, you might as well pack up your things." Wang Xiaofeng walked in with a huge stone on his back and said, "The wind is not strong now, it's suitable for going down the mountain."

Hot pointed to the stone on his back, "This is?"

"This is ice ore, which is a good fertilizer for blood dendrobium."

Wang Xiaofeng put down the stones, crushed them, ground them into fine sand with gourds, sprinkled them on the roots, and poured a little diluted nutrient solution of moonshine on each plant.

"The planting technique of this bird is too barbaric. I'm afraid they will kill these blood dendrobium."

After finishing their work, Hao Te and Oscar also put away their things.

There wasn't really much to pack, the only things to take away were pots and pans and a sleeping bag.

The main thing is to take stock of what everyone has gained yesterday.

The fluff of the ten-thousand-year soul beast, the mirror image beast, unknown ores, blood-dough flowers... all kinds of items were piled up in front of everyone.

Wang Xiaofeng took a few feathers of the Emperor Feather Sparrow as a souvenir, while Hao Te and Oscar took a few bloody Dendrobium flowers.

All other unnecessary things will be handed over to Haote for disposal. After returning to the city, he will sell them in a unified manner, and the money obtained will be distributed according to the negotiated share ratio.

This kind of situation cannot be seen in other mercenary groups. Most of the mercenary groups are improvised personnel and lack trust among each other.

Wang Xiaofeng's small team of three is more like an adventure team than a mercenary group.

After the spoils were divided, everyone walked out of the cave with a full harvest.

The wind blowing between the mountains is indeed much weaker, unlike when we went up the mountain last night, the strong wind was so strong that we couldn't even walk steadily.

This is a good time to go down the mountain, Feng Xiao can fly down the mountain directly with the mushroom sausage, instead of climbing down the mountain little by little.

"Look, those birds are still coming back to see us off." Oscar said, pointing to the little black dot in the distance.

Wang Xiaofeng squinted his eyes, "The one in front is indeed the Emperor Feather Sparrow, but the one following it seems to be... a dragon?"

Hao Te scratched his head: "Isn't this the territory of the Emperor Yuque? How could there be dragons?"

"Except for that four-legged lizard in Thousand Needles Forest, how can there be any dragons..." Oscar subconsciously replied.

After finishing speaking, his face turned pale, and then he realized: "Fuck, brother Hao's bad luck has come again. Let's run away before it finds us."

"It's too late, it found us."

The little black spot at the back suddenly accelerated, even a little faster than the Emperor Yuque, who was born in front of him and could control the wind.

Obviously they have been found, and for this reason they even let go of the Emperor Feather Sparrow, which was regarded as prey.

I really don't know where Oscar and Haote provoked it, to hold such a grudge.

Wang Xiaofeng looked around, except for the gentle slope and platform in front of the cave, there was no place to stay, staying where he was was a living target, and going down the mountain at this time was even more so.

Oscar quickly suggested: "Why don't we escape through the tunnel dug out by the mirror beast?"

Wang Xiaofeng denied: "I advise you not to do this, the inside of this mountain has been hollowed out by the Emperor Yuque's family, and it can't bear a big impact at all, if you want to be buried alive by tens of thousands of sand and stones."

The white dragon was flying very fast, it was just a small black spot, but now it was the size of a glass bead, even Oscar could vaguely see its outline.

"This doesn't work, that doesn't work, so what should I do?" Oscar was anxious like an ant on a hot pan.

Don't look at him always calling the white dragon a four-horned lizard, but in fact, the ten or so days of being chased and killed left an indelible psychological shadow on him. Every time he goes to sleep without Wang Xiaofeng or Haote beside him, he can't sleep at all.

"Counterattack." Wang Xiaofeng said sonorously and forcefully: "Fuck it."

As soon as these words came out, Hot grinned, and Oscar was stunned.

Wang Xiaofeng's suggestion seems to be hitting a stone with an egg, and he is overestimating his capabilities.

But in fact, since he was beaten up last time, Wang Xiaofeng carefully analyzed the two encounters with the white dragon.

Hao Te and Oscar were attacked by the white dragon that time, and before they could react, they took a bite of the dragon's breath. Three people were reduced on the spot, and Hao Te was seriously injured.

The second time was the raid on Baidi City.

Wang Xiaofeng was the one who personally experienced that battle. From the beginning to the end, he found a problem, that is, Bailong was not as powerful as he imagined.

Fighting an old and weak Contra, and a group of troops that looked regular but didn't even have an army formation, were almost killed.

The defense is all based on a suit of scales, and there are only three means of attack: dragon's breath, melee combat and dragon's power.

But now, more than a month has passed since the last encounter in Baidi City, Wang Xiaofeng wants to see if the newly grown scales are as tough as before.

Hao Te grinned, punched his right fist and hit his left palm and said, "Haha, Dr. He's proposal still suits my appetite. I have long wanted to avenge my shame."

"Then let's be dragon slaying warriors today."

Haote's details have also been found out, and there is no need to hide his strength at such a critical juncture.

In just a few words, Wang Xiaofeng took over the command from Hao Te, "Xiao Ao, phantom sausage! Mirror mirror sausage is ready."

"I have a phantom sausage."

Oscar summoned the phantom sausage, two in each hand, "Brother Hao, give me a drop of blood."

Hao Te didn't ask the reason, directly cut his finger, and threw a drop of blood over.

The sausage absorbed the blood, and under the effect of the fifth spirit ring, it turned into a light silver sausage.

Feeling that the soul power in his body had decreased by 35%, Oscar couldn't help feeling that this is a normal phenomenon.

"Use the avatar to lure the white dragon to the cave."

Thick soul power condensed under his feet, Wang Xiaofeng stomped hard, the soul power brought the turbulent air current to lift up snow and sand, and the sand and snow roared into the sky.

When the snow fell, I saw three figures running towards the cave at the same time.

Seeing this, Bailong's speed skyrocketed again, and suddenly he smashed down on the platform like a hill. The Wannian Ice Rock sank suddenly, countless cracks spread out like spider webs, and the snow on the top of the mountain collapsed and fell , as if to form a big avalanche sweeping everything.

But this natural disaster still can't attract the attention of the white dragon, it doesn't even look at it, the breath of the dragon, which is ready to go, spits out from its mouth, and pours it into the cave.

But right now, almost at the same time.

Two figures emerged from the air, as if identical giant bears jumped out of the void, aiming at the three inches below the throat and the eyes to attack.

The three inches below the throat are the reverse scales of all dragons, which are very fragile, so even if the attacker's aura is a little weaker, the white dragon will subconsciously take the lead in protecting its own weakness.

While holding his chest and closing his neck to protect the weak point, the icy dragon's breath swallowed Oscar's physical clone in an instant.

But everyone's goal was achieved.

The dazzling colorful light caught up with Hao Te's figure, and the powerful increase caused his body to inflate again. The thick aura seemed to have a solid body, and the frosty air gushed out from his body, and then gathered on the body wearing the soul ring. Bear's paw.

"Fifth soul skill, Giant Spirit Palm!"

Although Bailong closed his eyes at a critical moment, how could the thin layer of scales on his eyelids block this premeditated charged attack.

The bear claw, which had swelled more than three times, not only blew out Bailong's right eye, but also almost shattered the right half of his face, exposing the jade-like bones in the flesh and blood.

Roar! !

The uncrowned king of Thousand Needles Forest let out a terrifying roar.

Bailong had never suffered such a serious injury, and the severe pain instantly overwhelmed its reason, and the powerful Longwei burst out from its body.

Hao Te was so close, Long Wei pressed heavily on him, making him stunned for a moment, his paralyzed body was slapped hard into the mountain by Bai Long's slap.

once, twice...

Huge paw prints were deeply imprinted on the rock wall, and countless cracks climbed up the mountain.

Suddenly an extremely thick gourd vine popped out from the ground, quickly bound the white dragon's right paw, stopping its attack.

A huge gourd fell from the sky and hit it heavily on the head, causing the white dragon to stumble.

While the soul power surged, the flying snow flew up again.

Wang Xiaofeng used the gourd vine and phantom clone to draw Bailong's attention, while Oscar secretly dug Haote out and took him away.

The pungent powder made Bailong's sensitive nose almost unable to distinguish the enemy's smell, and the flying snow made it difficult for his only one eye to find prey, which made the increasingly irritable Bailong attack everything around him indiscriminately .

The shaking of the mountain became more intense.

"Go, this place is going to collapse."

The huge avalanche surged vertically and horizontally, engulfing the entire platform with a thunderous sound, as well as Bailong's body.

Bailong was pushed down the mountain by the avalanche amidst an angry roar.

Oscar dragged Hao Te to float in mid-air, looked at the avalanche that was getting bigger and bigger below, and said with lingering fear, "We are almost buried alive, Brother Hao, are you okay?"

Hao Te spat out a mouthful of blood, and said with a weak expression: "I still can't die, but my palm should be enough for it."

"It's too early to be happy now." Wang Xiaofeng stared down.

In the middle of the rushing snow, ice and snow several meters high suddenly kicked up, and the dragon shadow twisted its huge body like crazy.

To Bailong, the so-called natural disasters are similar to taking a bath in a waterfall.

"You can't give it a chance to breathe, and kill it while it's sick."

Wang Xiaofeng threw the gourd up into the sky with all his strength, and the four soul rings, yellow, yellow, purple, and purple, were put together on the gourd, and a thick beam of light hung down, Wang Xiaofeng's aura suddenly rose.

The transparent wings on the back flapped an afterimage, and the figure disappeared in place, falling from the sky like a meteor.

The closer they got, the more dire the screams made one's scalp tingle.

That is Longwei, which is the double suppression of spirit and body by higher life forms on lower life forms.

But Wang Xiaofeng's blood boiled as if it had been heated.

Two figures passed him from the side.

It was the phantom of Oscar, and the physical clone made of Hot's blood as a template.

Bailong spotted them all at once.

The erosive wound was wrapped in ice, and the ferocious ice crystals made it look less beautiful than before. The fierce and resentful one-eyed stared at the figure falling at high speed.

Mountain wind, flying snow, flew by Wang Xiaofeng's side, and what greeted him was blue breath like a torrent.

Bang~

The frothy phantom melted and dissipated in the breath.

Then there is the physical clone of Oscar.

Even if he used all his soul skills, he couldn't stop the fate of being swallowed by the dragon's breath, turning into huge ice crystals and falling to the ground to be broken into residues.

300 meter

130 meter

50m...

But it's a pity that the phantom gut can only hide itself, but it can't cover up the airflow and sound brought by the fall.

Bailong suddenly turned his head, and swept his breath in the direction of nothing.

"Tsk."

Wang Xiaofeng's figure appeared out of nowhere, a heavy pendant accelerated and fell on the snow, and the raging dragon's breath swept over him.

All Bailong's attention instantly focused on Wang Xiaofeng.

It roared furiously, and the restless black soul power rushed out like an explosion, and the circular ripples disturbed the snow and dust and spread in all directions!

A huge circle separates the sky from the earth, the wind from the snow.

This is an arena for one person and one dragon.

A word suddenly flashed in Wang Xiaofeng's mind.

The prototype of the field.

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