Chapter 93: Arrogant elves

The Huacha tribe suffered from dumb losses. Early the next morning, a large group of people came to collect the corpse. The old fritters of Isidola grunted in the middle of the fence, but said that the Moon Moon Mountains had several warcrafts. Many people died in the Xiali tribe.
Li Junshan stood in the house and looked from a distance. Although he couldn't understand what they were talking about, he probably guessed the meaning from Isidola's gesture.
The Huacha tribe is suspicious, and the wounds on the corpse are also left by Warcraft, and there is no excuse for finding chaps. Nearly two hundred people have been lost for two days in a row. Rao is a tribe of their tribes, and they can’t stand such toss. They leave a few harsh words in a hurry, and they evacuated their bodies in the boos of the Xiali tribe savages. .
Day by day, Li Junshan spent more than ten days in the Xiali tribe. The Huacha tribe did not know that it was brewing bigger actions, or swallowed their voices, but never came to harass again.
When the Luoyue Mountain Range does not go far, it is the kingdom of the elves, the Elf Garden. Li Junshan’s current goal is to improve his ability. He does not rush to the Luoyue Mountain Range to find a higher-level Warcraft host, and has not entered. Having said that, even if he wanted to find it, there would definitely be no higher-order Warcraft in the fringe.
The Xia Li tribe was very noisy during the day. He found a clean place by the Brendan River and spent almost the whole day practicing martial arts.
When the first layer of alien gene locks was unlocked, he practiced the fire-type grudge, so he took out the fire dragon swordsmanship from the pile of secrets and practiced with concentration.
Like Hua Xiawu, fighting energy is internal force. These fighting skills are to exert the maximum power of fighting energy through unique cultivation methods. Just like the martial arts novels that Li Junshan has seen in his previous life, the internal strength has been cultivated to a certain point, and the defloration and flying leaves can hurt people; the performance in this world is the fighting spirit and the sword. And the power is no less than the magic spell of the Holy Land magician can move mountains and fill the sea.
Fire Dragon Sword, as its name suggests, is to use the sword sharp blade as a carrier to release the fire attribute. There are a total of 36 types of swordsmanship, with vindictive control and practice methods. It is not limited to deliberately old-fashioned moves, but it is wonderful. According to the secret tips, when the first 30 strokes are practiced freely, you can cast a fiery sword awn to burn the enemy. Depending on the strength of each person's fighting strength, there are also differences in the fighting strength of the sword. From the thirty-first type, the fighting spirit sword can be condensed into the shape of a fire dragon. If the strength of the fighting spirit allows, the sword sword can even reach a 100-meter fire dragon, which has powerful power.
It's not how much Li Junshan is willing to learn martial arts. If he can choose, he will definitely practice magic. In fact, at the beginning, he had the same idea, but he couldn't feel the so-called elements during meditation. It was like this for days, and he had to give up.
Warriors cultivate fighting spirit, nothing more than two methods, exercise excitement. Fighting energy or absorb magical elements into fighting spirit, Li Junshan suspects that if there is no alien gene in his body, it is estimated that even soldiers can't cultivate.
After more than ten days, Li Junshan reluctantly learned the first four styles according to the secret tips. The first three styles are still in good shape, and they can also play more than half a meter of fighting spirit, but the fourth style seems to be stuck, and there has been no progress for four or five days.
"Every time I read a book, it means that the teacher is a high disciple. No one is pointing. It's all based on my own thinking. It must have been the most difficult at the beginning. It seems that I am not a genius.
On this day, Li Junshan was pure and contemplative, and took a day off for himself, then idled on the edge of the Luoyue Mountain Range, walking, and couldn't help feeling a sigh of emotion.
Unlike what he saw on the northern edge of the Luoyue Mountain Range, the forest here is much brighter, and the rare and precious exotic flowers of the human country are everywhere.
"Attachment grass, moon rose, huh, is this the hard-to-find mandala!" Li Junshan was dazzled, and his mouth was awkward. When he was looking at it, he suddenly looked awkwardly and looked up to the north.
In the spiritual perception of Li Junshan, in the north, a few people were rushing towards this side. They were still 300 meters away from the previous second. Before he could react, there was only 100 meters left. When he was too late to avoid it, Li Junshan moved, and the four messengers had just sunk into the jungle. At the same time, several figures appeared in the north.
Handsome, handsome messed up. The iconic elven's pointed ears are raised high, a waterfall of silver, green eyes are deep and sharp, and the skin is delicate enough to make those noble women who bathe in milk every day jealous. The height is about one meter six to one meter seven, and the body is healthy and symmetrical.
All four are male elves in soft armor.
"The male elves have grown like this, wouldn't the female elves go against the sky!"
Li Junshan was thinking that the four male elves had appeared to him and ran over.
I saw them carrying a long bow and arrow sac behind them, and the short sword in their waist had been withdrawn in their hands, and they reached Li Junshan in a few breaths.
The four elves looked at Li Junshan vigilantly and talked in elven language from time to time, intentionally or unintentionally in a circle, trapping Li Junshan in the middle.
Li Junshan was expressionless, his eyes staring at the mandala in front of him.
"Where did you come from? Elven Garden... what to do?" A thinner elf sipped Li Junshan in the Big 6 lingua franca.
"Passed by." Li Junshan didn't want to get entangled with them, and lifted his feet to walk away.
"Stop." Another tall elf dagger stood upright, blocking Li Junshan's way, and his big 6 lingua franca was fluent.
"Vulgar human, your legs have stepped on the territory of the elven garden. In order to punish your rudeness, leaving two legs, we can spare you."
Several other elves laughed loudly, spitting out the smooth and beautiful elf words like melon seeds, and did not take Li Junshan in their eyes.
Elves have always looked down on other races. In the elven gardens for thousands of years, apart from dealing with indigenous tribes, they have almost no intersection with other races. The long years and the tribes of the indigenous tribes seem to be respectful like gods. The spirit of the elves' love of peace and kindness has long changed.
"I've seen a madman, I've never seen such a madman." Li Junshan rolled his eyes and turned his body in a grudge, flashing from the seemingly insurmountable gap between the two elves, and appeared in ten in a blink of an eye. A few meters away.
"Whizzing!"
The sharp sound that cut across the sky sounded, Li Junshan frowned, and moved his body a few steps to the side. The two long arrows slammed into the ground where he had just stood, straight into the half of the arrow body, and the arrow feathers shuddered.
If he hadn't been able to avoid it just now, these two arrows had definitely penetrated his legs. Li Junshan's eyes flew a trace of murderous opportunity and looked at the four of them coldly.
"Look what to see..." The tall elf just felt inexplicably cold, and the palm of his long bow oozed out cold sweat, shouting angrily: "Sneaky sneaky appeared in the territory of the elven garden, and wanted to escape..."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the exclamation of his companions.
The elves, who are close to nature by nature, are in the forest. With their special talents, they can react keenly through plants and feel the surrounding changes.
"A Warcraft just ran behind me." The exclaimed elf looked nervously at the back and said, "I only saw half of my body. I've never seen that kind of Warcraft. It's scary, like a dark swamp. Dark Warcraft inside."
"What a fuss." The tall elf drank and looked at the expressionless Li Junshan, who was firmly locked by his two companions with a bow and arrow, and was about to speak. Suddenly, his expression changed.
His companion also felt that when the two elves twisted and the bow string
boomed
, two long arrows shot at the top of the tree on the left.
On the branches covered by the dense leaves, a messenger turned around and changed direction at the same time they turned around, and quickly disappeared at the top of the branches.
"Don't hit?" the tall elf asked in disbelief as he heard the sound of the arrow coming into the wood.
The two companions nodded nervously, and re-engaged the long arrows. They could feel the terrifying breath of aliens, which is definitely not a normal Warcraft.
"Where did that man go?" The tall man looked back and was stunned, but Li Junshan had disappeared.
"You like martial arts, then play with you."
The voice of Li Junshan echoed in the forest, saying that the first half of the sentence was still to the west, but the second half was to the north.
"Chasing." The tall elf gritted his teeth and issued an order to his companions, and the four rushed to the north to chase down.
"what!"
The four of them had not ran out of 100 meters. The elf behind screamed suddenly, followed by the sound of the wind. The three people in the front hurriedly took their steps back and looked back.
The elf fell to the ground and clenched his thighs, screaming again and again. He saw a hole in the root of his leg, and the wound exposed the forest bones.
"What's going on?" The tall elf pulled out a small bottle and tremblingly poured some green powder on his wound~EbookFREE.me~However, the wound was too big, but it was washed away by the blood flowing out .
"It... fell from the top of the tree... all bones... my arrow was rubbing... its body shot... it was empty... it was so fast..." The wounded elf's face was sweating coldly , After finishing talking intermittently, I couldn't bear to faint.
"It has something to do with that human. He must be a summoner. Xihai was injured. Will he pursue it or not?" said the tall elf, and looked to the two companions who were nervous and alert.
A few of them went to the indigenous tribes to collect the ore. It is not a problem to reach one hundred in front of those savages, but if they really meet the masters, they are not enough to watch.
The tall man was clearly aware of this, and didn't wait for his two companions to answer, "Punch!" A collapsed pothole suddenly appeared on the ground, and their companion Xihai fell straight down.
The three elves were frightened and were about to save each other. The sound of horror screamed, followed by the sound of
fluttering
that stung the scalp into the flesh. The land was dyed wet and scarlet.
Unstoppable fear spread from the hearts of the three elves.