Early the next morning, everyone was still asleep. Ye Zhiqiu rarely got up early. Today, he will be very busy and has to be in a hurry.

　　The section where Notting College is located is quite prosperous, with all kinds of shops outside.

　　 After all, business at the entrance of the college is relatively easy to do. Relatively, the competition is also great, which has caused these bosses to be very enthusiastic.

　　 Among the many shops, there is a barbecue restaurant called Shiwei, which is very good. It is very famous in this street. Ye Zhiqiu would often come to patronize during the school weekends.

　　 The owner of this barbecue restaurant is also a soul master, and a rare food type soul master. Wuhun is a seasoning.

　　 If it hadn't been over forty, and the spirit of martial arts was only 11th level, I am afraid that he would become a powerful character of the party. Food-based spirit masters are still very popular.

"Yeah, Xiao Zhiqiu, did you come here when I opened the door? Didn't you take your two little friends today?" A fat bald man weighing nearly 300 jin saw Ye Zhiqiu entering the store with fat on his face. Trembled and said hello with a smile.

　　 Ye Zhiqiu stood in front of him, and the two of them had a horrible sense of parallax, as if this big fat man could crush Ye Zhiqiu into a pie.

　　 Ye Zhiqiu didn't answer. A pair of big round eyes looked around randomly. When he saw the bar, his eyes lit up, he hurriedly walked over, picked up a big teapot on the stage, and opened it to take a look.

Inside 　　 are some small dry particles like cumin fired together with other seasonings, and there is also a faint fragrance of vegetation permeating from it.

"Uncle Leiluo, I will take the seasoning away first, and the money will be booked. I was out in a hurry today, forgot to bring it, and I will give it to you next time..." After speaking, Ye Zhiqiu did not wait for the middle-aged man. Respond, sprinkle your feet and slip away.

　　 "Fuck, wait...little bastard, that's the spice I'm going to use as a gift..."

　　 Listening to the shouts coming from behind, Ye Zhiqiu pretended not to hear, and ran faster.

　　 [Negative sentiment value from Leylor plus 166...]

　　What do I need to prepare for the hunting forest? First Aid Supplies? food? for drink?

　　 No, Ye Zhiqiu tells you, you only need to bring a jar of seasoning and a set of changing clothes.

　　 Eating and drinking all depend on hitting, and the spirit ring arrives in seconds.

　　 Notting City is 400 miles away from the Hunting Soul Forest. Ye Zhiqiu is in a hurry, ten days before the end of the college semester. He still wants to graduate before this year.

　　 The carriage was too slow, and Ye Zhiqiu had to tighten the small baggage on his back and start the rush mode.

　　 This Douluo World is not good at this point. Without trains and airplanes, there is no means of transportation, so I can only rely on manpower to hurry.

　　 In order to speed up the journey, Ye Zhiqiu even opened eight Dunjia.

　　 The horse road outside the city is not as flat as inside the city, it is all gravel roads, bumpy.

　　 It hasn't rained much in the past few days. The ground is very dry. Ye Zhiqiu's high-speed running figure brought up dust in the sky. These sand dust connected a long dragon behind him, and Ye Zhiqiu's location was the head of the dragon.

　　 Looking at it from a high altitude, the salon formed by the sand and dust seemed to be swimming fast, quite spectacular.

　　 Some pedestrians passing by were covered in dust before they could see Ye Zhiqiu's figure clearly.

　　Passerby: "Bah...what was that just now?"

　　 Second passerby: "I don't know, I didn't see clearly, I only heard a whirr, and something like a **** mouse passed..."

　　 [The negative sentiment value from passerby is increased by 6...]

　　 [The negative sentiment value from passerby B plus 6...]

　　......

　　 Along the way, the reminder of negative sentiment values ​​kept beeping. Ye Zhiqiu also paid attention to it in the early days, and found that after the 6:6 increase, he was too lazy to respond.

　　 Time passed under Ye Zhiqiu's rush, and it was not until two o'clock in the afternoon that Ye Zhiqiu finally rushed to the outer market of the Hunting Soul Forest.

　　 "Fuck, this place is quite lively, so many people..."

　　 Ye Zhiqiu looked at this bazaar built on the hunting forest, and said with emotion.

　　 This place reminded him of the subway station and train station when he just got off work in his previous life. There were people everywhere and some simple shops.

　　 "There is a warrant, come with a two-ring auxiliary spirit master of level 20 or above, three missing one...rewarded..."

　　 "There is a warrant to hunt 5,000-year-old soul beasts, seven waits and one tank, the kind that can resist but not counsel...We have nurses..."

　　 "Wuhunjiuhulu, the eighteenth-level war spirit master find a team..."

　　 "What is the first spirit ability?"

　　 "Drunk drinking Qianshan..."

　　 "幀(ˉεˉ乀) Get off, don’t help!"

　　 "The green turtle humblely seeks group..."

　　 "幀(ˉεˉ乀) Get off, don’t let the green turtle!"

　　......

　　 Ye Zhiqiu twitched the corner of his mouth, how could there be an inexplicable sense of familiarity in this scene.

　　 One more thing, MMP, he doesn't seem to have a warrant... I forgot this, is there a chance to go in?

　　 Ye Zhiqiu glanced at the two guards who guarded the gate. The one who was dozing off in broad daylight did not seem to be very strong? Do you want to sneak in? Or beat them up and then force them?

　　 But, will there be no strong guards in such an important place as the Hunting Soul Forest? Ye Zhiqiu didn't believe it.

　　 Just as Ye Zhiqiu looked tangled, thinking about which way to enter the hunting forest, not far away came a middle-aged man with long white hair and a sky blue robe.

　　 His face was cold, and he faintly revealed a horrible breath, and every step he took gave people a sense of oppression.

　　 When the middle-aged man arrived here, he became the focus of the crowd.

　　 Even if he didn't pay attention to the people around him, he still gave people a tingling sensation of skin being cut by a sharp blade.

　　 The audience fell silent for an instant, and no one dared to make a sound.

Next to this middle-aged man was a little girl who was carved with jade, white and tender, she was already natural at a young age, wearing a blue short skirt, with a faint smile on his face, The **** eyes looked at the people present curiously, looking lively.

　　 Ye Zhiqiu frowned, he thought of a force with this combination.

　　 Seven Treasure Glazed Glass Sect, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Jian Douluo Chenxin. That little girl should be Ning Rongrong?

　　 Calculating the time, it can also be matched. Ning Rongrong's age ranks lower among the seven monsters, and he is born with ninth level spirit power. At this point in time, it is almost time to obtain the first spirit ring.

　　 Ye Zhiqiu suddenly had a bold idea. Maybe he can get into the hunting forest with these two people?

　　 Sword Douluo led Ning Rongrong and walked towards the entrance of the Soul Hunting Forest without rush.

　　 Pedestrians blocking the road evaded one after another, with respect in their eyes. Although they don't know who this is, they must be a strong one.

　　 This is obviously the strong man in the family who brought the younger generation to hunt down the first spirit ring, they don't want to do stupid things like getting in the way.

　　 When Sword Douluo led Ning Rongrong to pass by Ye Zhiqiu, Ye Zhiqiu stepped forward in two steps, followed behind the two of them, and walked towards the entrance of the Soul Hunting Forest together casually.

　　 Sword Douluo just glanced at Ye Zhiqiu, and when he realized that he was just a child, he ignored it.

　　 Ning Rongrong looked at him curiously. Ye Zhiqiu also kindly blinked at this little girl.

　　 Ye Zhiqiu was two steps behind them, not far or near, and kept just right.

　　 It looks like this, the three of them look like a group.

　　When he came to the entrance, Jian Douluo flashed a purple-gold token lightly, and walked inside regardless of whether the guards could see it.

　　 As Ye Zhiqiu expected, the two guards who guarded the gate didn't dare to stop them at all, they bowed very low.

　　 Ye Zhiqiu secretly admires his own wit, simply, he got in.

　　 "Little guy, what's the purpose of following us." Jian Douluo's indifferent voice sounded a little magnetic.

　　 Ye Zhiqiu: ...