The Ascension of the Favorite Spirit

Stud! Stud! Stud!

On the wet soil, a fat earthworm is crawling hard.

It is as long as a meter and as thick as the mouth of a bowl. It moves forward slowly with the help of the friction between its body and the ground.

Gah!!!

A pink ostrich rushed out, going against the wind, with the colorful down on its head flying.

It kicked the fat earthworm in the abdomen. The big earthworm coughed up a mouthful of mud and turned back tremblingly, wanting to see who was attacking it.

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Gah!!!

The pink ostrich used a spring kick, and the big earthworm, half of its body sunk into the mud, drew a beautiful parabola in mid-air and hit the tree with a bang.

No, Ostrich, you can't kill it like this!

Su Mei's crisp voice sounded, followed by a flash of silver light, and a long sword cut open the earthworm's abdomen.

There is no doubt that this mixed-metal weapon is of excellent workmanship.

Cutting open a big guy without scale armor is quite smooth.

However, visible to the naked eye, the fat earthworm changed from one to two.

One on the left and one on the right, they fled separately with the ability to move at a speed of five centimeters per second.

quack?

The pink ostrich was stunned, first stepped on one of the earthworms, and then glanced sideways at the other one.

Those huge eyes probably couldn't figure out how to do this.

Tear!

The long sword slashed down for the second time, and the earthworm that was originally half under his feet was split into two again.

But they were still alive and climbing in both directions.

Ouch!

From the trees on the side, an iron wolf rushed out and bit an earthworm in one bite.

With a pop, the earthworm's head exploded, and mud splashed several meters away, but the lower half of its body was still moving, as if it couldn't be killed no matter how hard it was killed.

Master Han, the vitality of this fat earthworm made from clay is even more exaggerated than imagined.

Although it is only a small clay sculpture, it can be divided into at least eight parts, and each part can survive independently.

Ye Hanjun walked out, his clothes hanging vertically downwards, making his figure straighter.

This kind of spirit has no attack ability at all, and it doesn't even have any decent skills.

The only characteristic is its tenacious ability to survive.

If you want to kill it, you either need to use elemental skills, or if you divide it into sixteen parts, it will definitely not survive.

I see.

Zhang Wu nodded slowly and called Iron Wolf to continue the attack.

A few minutes later, under the joint pursuit of the big-eyed deer, iron wolf, and pink ostrich, all the fat earthworms were either trampled to pieces or broken into pieces.

Next, each person collects a fist-sized piece of mud and carries it with them.

Ye Hanjun issued the order and took the lead in squatting down to demonstrate how to operate.

Because it is necessary to abide by the law of resonance in order to increase the authority of the coach, he did not forget to explain:

The mud looks dirty, but it's not toxic and doesn't smell bad.

If necessary, apply it on the body. It can effectively cover your own breath. Some monsters with sensitive sense of smell are not easy to find or track.

Of course, it has another use. If there is a skin wound, apply it on it. It can not only suppress the smell of blood, but also inhibit the growth of bacteria. One serum can be used for multiple purposes. There is no harm in storing an appropriate amount.

yes!

Su Mei, Zhao Li, Huang Dengden and Zhang Wu all memorized it carefully.

Along the way, they discovered that what they learned in books was far less than one-tenth of what they learned in the real wild.

But the scary thing is that Assistant Professor Han has a sense of erudition, knowing both astronomy and geography.

As long as it's not a particularly difficult question, if you ask him, you'll be able to find answers to all kinds of questions. He's like a living encyclopedia.

From this, after the four people experienced the initial shock and surprise, when they faced Assistant Teacher Han's orders, let alone questioning them, they would only worry that they were not doing a good enough job and always carry them out on thin ice.

Sususususu...

Dig a certain amount of mud, wrap it in red banana leaves, tie it with rattan on the outside, and put it in your luggage bag.

Ye Hanjun stood up and scanned his surroundings, confirming the direction while searching for valuable prey within his sight.

When he saw what seemed to be a weird tree standing straight in the jungle two hundred meters away to his right, his eyes lit up slightly.

Hey, what is that?

Zhao Li is a scout, and her eyesight is second only to Ye Hanjun.

I tried my best to extract the knowledge I had learned and tried to confirm the race of this beloved spirit, but failed.

Ye Hanjun did not respond in time.

Walking to the right step by step, he stopped when he was close to fifty meters away.

Su Mei, do you recognize what this is? Ye Hanjun asked.

In sight, it was a small tree ten meters high. Compared with the old trees around it that were often hundreds of meters high, it was really too small.

But its branches and leaves are a bit too dense. Hundreds of brown-red branches extend outward. The hanging willow branches are as thin as hair, and the growth posture is very strong.

It seems to be a demon spirit in the form of a tree...

Su Mei opened her eyes wide and kept observing.

She couldn't match the monster's form with the familiar spirit she knew.

But it can be roughly judged that this is a psychic plant, has a certain amount of intelligence, and should belong to a chaotic seal such as demon.

Don't you guys smell something? Lord Ye Han smiled lightly.

Strictly speaking, his teaching method is unrestrained, without rules, and is all improvisation.

But sometimes he knows very well that instead of telling students the answer directly, it is easier for them to think more and have more exposure. After fully understanding, it is easier to form corresponding memory points.

Zhao Li, who had been a little suspicious a moment ago, suddenly realized when she heard this and asked tentatively:

There is a sweet aroma floating in the air, but the concentration is low. It turns out that it is emanating from this tree?

Lord Ye Han nodded: This is the Sweet-eating Tree Demon.

With any luck, our lunch will depend on it.

Zhao Li, this guy is sleeping and his perception is very weak. Let your broom ghost get close to it and directly activate Ghost Bite.

I see.

Zhao Li nodded seriously and then summoned the broom ghost.

Because it is a low-level underworld spirit, the closer it gets to noon, the harder it is to summon it around.

After being exposed to the sun for a while, it will become weak, and in severe cases, it will face the possibility of dissipation.

Fortunately, the terrain for the trial was mostly jungle.

There are many leaves and shadows. As long as the movement position is reasonable and the battle is short, the Broomstick Ghost can still do the job.

咿咿咿咿~~~~

The IQ of the broom ghost is probably that of a five or six year old child.

It made a small half circle and slowly approached from the place with the most shade.

When it reached a distance of ten meters, it suddenly rushed out, like a stream of blue smoke passing through the swaying wicker.

Yahoo!!

A big mouth appeared on the ghost in the form of a broom, and it took a bite of the branch.

Ghost Bite, a 55-mark dark elemental attack.

The soul of the person being bitten will sting. If the degree is severe, it will make it difficult to concentrate. In the next few seconds to more than ten seconds, the fighting posture or spell-casting skills will easily appear sluggish, and there will be holes and weaknesses that did not exist in the first place. , becomes available.

Shashasha——

Lord Ye Han sprinted forward, and Hua Zhu appeared from the magic circle.

She just glanced at the battle situation, then followed Ye Hanjun's pace, mobilized the yellow sand, condensed it into a fist, and smashed it towards the tree trunk.

Baga Baga! Baga teeth show!

Waking up from a sweet dream, he was about to be beaten when he came up, and the sweet-eating tree demon scolded him very dirty.

Unfortunately, its rank is only that of clay sculpture.

If it is a Dacheng, it will be a bit difficult for Lord Yehan to deal with it, and it will take a long time to slowly grind it to death.

Now... all it takes is a little patience!

Lord Yehan took out a thumb-sized bottle from his travel bag and smashed it straight into the root of the tree demon.

With a bang, the bottle exploded due to the violent impact, and most of the liquid inside spilled onto the tree demon's body. The small sparks generated by the collision instantly ignited them all.

- Saturated oil of Greasy Crickets.

These are not materials collected at the trial site, but materials prepared before participating in the trial.

Ye Hanjun purchased a lot of things like this that were cheap but could work wonders when paired properly.

Baga!o(▼Van▼メ;)o

The sweet-eating tree demon with a human face exposed on the tree trunk cursed even more filthy.

In the air, the sweet aroma became heavier, and the densely packed wickers began to wave.

Because there were too many, Hua Zhu was forced to retreat.

Her sand-gathering punch has an effective distance of only five meters.

But the length of the wicker is almost ten meters.

Easy!

The broom ghost responsible for the sneak attack followed his master's instructions and fled quickly after finishing the attack.

The sudden burst of fire behind it startled it, and it hurriedly slipped under the shadow of its owner, staring at the one-eyed spy.

Hua Zhu, no need to attack, wait.

Ye Hanjun issued the necessary instructions, and then stayed twenty meters away with the Desert Witch to watch.

The Sweet-Eating Dryad is able to move, and after pulling tree roots out of the ground, it can escape in a weird posture.

However, its speed is not much faster. Ye Hanjun doesn't even need to run, he can keep up with it by just walking.

Eight eight eight eight eight...Baga!!

The saturated fat of grease crickets will not burn out until it is burned out.

While the sweet-eating tree demon was running away, it was trying to kill it by whipping it with a willow stick.

But when the wicker was hit, not only was it not destroyed, but it became a fuel for combustion, burning like branches and leaves.

After more than ten minutes, the flames finally went out.

The sweet-eating tree demon was tired of dealing with it. More than half of its willow branches were bald, and even the trunk was black and had moderate burns.

The man's face sometimes showed an extremely frightened expression, and sometimes he stared fiercely, trying to scare Lord Ye Han and his party away.

Hua Zhu, aim at that face.

After ten hits from the sand fist, if its trunk splits, don't continue attacking and let it escape.

No killing? Hua Zhu's eyes flickered slightly, seeming a little surprised.

But during the battle, she would not ask questions and would only do her best to carry out orders.