Becoming A Dragon In A Martial Arts World

  Chapter 52

  However, in the short term, with his crazily digesting, perhaps the frost power in his body will recover faster, and the speed of strengthening may also increase at the same time.

   After all, being kept in a high-energy environment all day is simply heaven for a force that requires energy.

  However, if he wants to change the status quo, return to the homeostasis state again.

  The best way is to find ways to increase consumption capacity.

   That is to increase the strength of gastric acid in his body, making it easier to digest food.

  Because his digestion really can't keep up with the absorption.

   "It's really a feng shui turn. In the past, the absorption could not keep up with the digestion."

  Bai Chuan sighed in distress.

   But if he was asked to give up, he would definitely not be happy.

   It can only be half distressed and half happy.

  Maybe this is the trouble of happiness?

  Under the shade of the tree, the snake-like dragon raised its slender neck and looked towards the sky.

  …

   Two days later, in a certain cave.

  Accompanied by a breaking sound, a mouse that had grown a lot in size and had shiny hair came out from the eggshell-shaped hard object.

  Its whole mouse is different from normal mice for some reason, its hind limbs are extremely thick, and its upper limbs are full of strong and resilient muscles.

  The most amazing thing is that it actually uses its hind legs to support its entire body while standing and walking.

  As soon as it came out, it hadn't looked at the surrounding environment clearly, a pair of black, bright and spiritual mouse eyes turned around non-stop, as if it was looking for something.

  It's a pity that the place has already been emptied, and there is only an empty cave left for it.

  Finding that it didn't find the target it was looking for, it lowered its head in disappointment and called softly a few times.

  Suddenly, its nose twitched a few times, as if it smelled something familiar, a hint of surprise flashed in its eyes, and it bent down casually and quickly left.

   It is worth mentioning that when it left, it seemed that it was not sure about its own speed. It ran suddenly and turned into a gray shadow invisible to the naked eye and hit the wall.

  …

   At the same time, somewhere in the forest.

  Boom!

   "Who the hell? Who the hell? Who broke my tracking technique? Ah!"

  Accompanied by the sound of a big tree collapsing, a roar of incomparable anger rang out.

  At this moment, a bald man with a shiny head and scars was constantly venting at a big tree, roaring while venting.

   His tone was full of resignation, but there was also a hint of despair that couldn't be concealed.

   This person is none other than Zhang Bold, who was complacently planning to entrap a large number of people a few days ago.

  At this moment, he is no longer as confident as before, with a pair of extremely red eyes on his weathered face, it is obvious that he has not rested for many days.

   This is already the second day when his compass failed to track. Since the compass suddenly failed yesterday and cut off the clues for some reason, he has lost his goal in this boundless forest, and he doesn't know where he is going.

   Coupled with the torment of his sanity by those remnant spirits and the constant countdown of his life, he has entered a state of madness.

  Who the hell? To be able to remove his tracking method?

   You must know that the tracking method he uses is not a living creature such as Gu worm, but feeding day and night, thus soaking a faint smell into the target's flesh and blood.

  This kind of breath that permeates even the whole body, how can it be eliminated?

   How is it cleared?

  He can't figure it out!

  In this case, if you want to erase it, you must either burn the entire target into ashes and sprinkle it into the water to hide the smell, or destroy the compass in his hand, otherwise there is no other way.

   But now?

  The compass is still there, but the scent of the target is lost.

   Could it be that the person who snatched it could forcibly suppress that ice silkworm?

  But even the ice silkworms in a sluggish state, if there is no suppressor, the Seven Limits will definitely not be able to suppress them.

   What kind of power is this? People from the royal family? Or is it an existence above the eight limits?

   No matter which one, he can't afford to provoke him now.

  The more he thought about it, the more desperate Zhang Bold was, and he punched a big tree one after another, and a deep hole suddenly appeared.

"what!!"

   In impotent rage, he wantonly vented and smashed the big tree.

   And his actions seemed to scare the animals in the nearby woods into panic.

  A male sika deer unfortunately ran in the wrong direction, just coming towards him.

   And this movement was just heard by Zhang Bold, who was venting. He stopped his hands and raised his head. At this moment, his face was covered with black lines that seemed to be breathing.

  With black stripes all over his face like a living creature, coupled with a pair of red eyes like a ghost, with a ferocious expression showing the roots of his teeth, he looks more like a ghost in the deep forest than a human.

   "Well done!"

  He grinned ferociously at the corners of his mouth, as if he had found something to vent, stretched out a pair of thick hands, and slowly dragged the sika deer into the darkness amidst the terrified eyes and cries of the sika deer.

   After a long while, amidst the heavy panting, a shrill and frightening scream came out from the deep forest, which lasted for a long time, and lasted for a long time.

  Scared nearby animals no longer dare to approach.

   After a while, he came out with disheveled clothes and a trail of blood on his mouth. At this moment, a trace of clarity finally recovered in his red eyes.

  He looked at the sky and muttered to himself: "It seems that now we can only rush to Daze in advance to see if we can intercept it."

  …

   Meanwhile, after so many days of fermentation.

  Unbeknownst to Bai Chuan, his previous residence had already been thoroughly found out by a large group of people in a blanket search.

   "Sure enough, even if this strange beast is not a dragon, it is not an ordinary creature. It even knows how to hide itself, and it has managed such a perfect lair."

An old woman squatted on the ground and kept stroking the traces in the cave, and kept admiring: "The perfect and hidden ventilation channel twists and turns around the key places, creating a structure that will not allow the ground to accumulate water. The entrances and exits creep into the nest, and the interior of the nest is divided into perfect chambers for storing food, excrement waste, and resting."

  She paused, stood up and touched the dense inner wall that was pressed on the side.

   "Coupled with this neatly trimmed inner wall that will not collapse at all, this should have the most basic wisdom and know how to think."

   "Snake woman, is this really as exaggerated as you say?"

  A young guy next to him said puzzledly, he really couldn't understand how he could see so many things by touching this mark.

"You don't understand." The old woman glanced at him and said, "I've been in contact with snakes and various poisons for most of my life, and I've never seen such a perfect cave. What are the categories of excrement, food, and rest?"

   "Look, he even placed a shell in the place where the food is stored to hold the food, to avoid dirt and sand... wait, shell?"

  (end of this chapter)