Chapter 77 snake tendon

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"Gossip, fooled, turned out to be a hare!"
A few miles away, there was a voice of black and white.
"Chasing, he must have ran in the opposite direction, chasing the west."
The hoarse voice of the black man’s voice contains the anger of the sky, like a burning gunpowder barrel.
"Yamada Jun, is the virgin forest in front? Are we going to chase it in?"
Ten minutes later, the female black man was hesitant to ask the black man who was headed, obviously timid.
The black man named Yamada gnawed his teeth: "Under the underground, you are responsible for contacting the captain, and I am going with Hanako."
"Hi!"
Although the female black man is afraid, he does not hesitate to agree with the underground, showing the strict discipline of his organization.
The underground watched the two teammates chasing in, immediately took out the satellite phone and reported to the captain. After a few hangs, the figure suddenly twisted and the face was just scared, and disappeared silently in the darkness.
Under the moonlight, the graceful black figure appeared, and a pair of stars like a star with a smile, softly shouted: "This guy is quite interesting, that is, his hand is weak."
Ding Ning, who is self-healing on a big tree in the forest, seems to have returned to the home. The wound behind it has stopped bleeding, and a Swiss army knife taken out of the waist has sharpened the collected branches.
A pair of dexterous hands, like a juggling, produced a wooden bow and several wooden arrows in a short while.
After careful scrutiny, Ding Ning shook his head with some dissatisfaction: "You can only use some of the ingredients."
I also felt a small bottle from the pocket and squeezed a few drops of liquid onto the arrow.
If Xiaonuo is here, it will be able to recognize that the bottle contains the venom of the albino king snake.
Outside the forest, a series of black shadows appeared one after another, all wearing masked black people, but the position of standing is distinct, it seems that the relationship between them is not friendly, but also a little hostile.
A closer look reveals that one side of the black man has a pattern on the mask and the other side is bare.
The number of people on both sides is roughly equal. There are seven people on one side and eight people on the other. Most of them are black iron masks. Only the two headed are bronze masks.
"The squad of the ghost king, even a little doctor can't catch it, sneaky, you really failed."
Bronze pattern black man sneer sarcasm.
The sneaky call to the underground phone can't get through, but I was in a bad mood. The words were even more annoying, and the voice contained coldness:
"Gossip, Watanabe Nomura, you are too arrogant, you know that if you rush into the military area of ​​the Shenzhou State to kill people, it will expose our organization."
"Cut, how can the incompetent person know my trace, killing people and they can't know who did it."
Watanabe Nomura said in disapproval.
"I will report to the adults truthfully. If you didn't act on your own and undermined our plan, how could we fail?"
The ghosts slammed the urge to get rid of Watanabe, and said with anger.
"Adult? Hahaha, lost the organization, do you think your adult can still sit in the position of the head of the Asian region? I think your adults will soon be rolled out, and the Asian region is our adult. Territory."
Watanabe Nomura laughed wildly.
Ghostly squatting, screaming: "Gossip, Yamamoto Nomura, you dare to disrespect the adults, you are really shameless, deliberately killing the monkeys is to let the adults find things back to suffer the punishment of the organization, let you loyal Is Yamamoto's martial arts superior?"
Watanabe Nomura, an innocent look, spread his hand and smiled arrogantly: "Ghosts, don't say so ugly, just killing the individual, I am also kind enough to help you, hahaha!"
"Hey, don't be too proud, don't forget, Yamamoto Takeo is now just the deputy director. Our big talent is the head of the Asian region. Even if you are punished by the organization, you can't offend. This time you act arbitrarily, I will be honest with the adults. Report, you are waiting to accept the punishment."
The sneaky scorpion forced to hold his inner anger, saying in a gloomy tone.
Watanabe Nomura seems to have thought of the terrible punishment, and his body shape is a tremor, but then he said with a strong voice: "I am doing things for Yamamoto, and Yamamoto will not sit idly by."
Ghostly glanced at him with a pitiful look, and could not help but sneer:
"Sometimes standing in the wrong team is also a life-saving thing. What is Yamamoto's martial arts? You know better than me. This kind of thing always has someone standing up and responsible. You still have to pray not to be the one who is going to be a black pot."
Watanabe Nomura was obviously frightened by ghosts, and he was unwilling to whisper: "No, no, Yamamoto said, as long as he is the head of the Asian region, I will be able to advance to the silver reserve team.

"Dream, go out, you have to be stupid to believe such a lie, the ability level can not be reached, that is, the organization headquarters does not have the right to let you advance, not to mention that he is only a formal silver-level member, where is this right, this is Iron law, organize all strengths as respect, and build more merits can only enjoy the evolutionary power that is more preferential than the same level. Besides, don’t forget the identity of our adults. A Yamamoto family wants to fight with us. It’s just an ambitious man with no ambition and no strength. The final victory must belong to our adults."
Ghost is deeply anxious for his IQ, and he doesn't know how he blended into the bronze level.
Watanabe Nomura is a stalwart, remembering the terrible family life of the adult, suddenly cold and sweaty, deeply bent down, sincere and sincere: "Ghosts save me, what should I do?"
"For the sake of the present, we will cooperate with us to seize the doctor and ask him from the mouth where the monkey hides things. Otherwise, no one can save you."
When the ghosts spoke, they lifted their chins intentionally or unconsciously and looked behind the village of Watanabe.
In the eyes of Watanabe Nomura, there was a fierce flash in the eyes. He nodded slightly. He knew that the person he brought would inevitably have the eyeliner of Yamamoto's martial arts. Now he must kill the scuttle.
Although losing a small team will be scolded, it is only a scolding, not a punishment.
Since she suddenly wakes up and wants to abandon the darkness, she must make a statement. It is a cast name to kill the squad of Yamamoto's martial arts.
The figure suddenly bursts backwards like electricity, and the warrior's long knife at the waist suddenly emerges from the sheath. There are already three skulls landing.
The remaining four are not idiots. When they have the intention to surrender in Watanabe, they are ready to escape.
Seeing the murder of the wilderness in Watanabe, the body flashes and rushed to the virgin forest. They know that there are two bronze-level powerhouses to chase and kill. They simply cannot escape. Only there is a chance to escape into the forest. .
Ghosts waved their hands: "Catch, don't let go."
Watanabe Nomura was eager to cut off, naturally it was the first to take the lead, the Ghost King team got orders, and did not hesitate to rush into the forest.
The sneaky squatting in the silence of the place, only slowly walked into the forest.
After a while, the sneaky scream suddenly appeared again in the same place, and looked around in amazement. He whispered softly: "Do I feel wrong? Strange, where is the well gone? Is it going in?"
After the sneaky scorpion enters the forest again, a vaguely fascinating figure emerges suddenly from the darkness, whispering to himself:
"It’s not the captain of the Ghost King team. It’s just that the Bronze super powers can faintly detect my existence. It should be an intuitional power. I really look forward to what the so-called gold level has!

A breeze blew through, and the blurred figure swayed with the wind, as if it had blended into the darkness and disappeared into place.
At this time, Ding Ning had already come to the place where the albino king snake was killed that day. The body of the snake had long been smothered by the beasts. There were only some broken scales and a white linear object.
Ding Ning looked at the white line-like body, but the eyes burst into the fine light, and the face showed ecstasy color. I didn’t look at it in time and almost missed the best thing.
Today, I was chased and killed again. It seems to be my own instinct. This snake is destined to belong to oneself.
Snake tendons, the legend is that snake kings with signs of phlegm will have it. For ordinary people, this stuff is useless, but for hunters, it is the best material for making bowstrings.
This made him pleasantly surprised and feared at the same time. Fortunately, the snake king only stared at Xiaonuo and was attacked by himself for seven inches to be easily killed. Otherwise, it would be difficult to get rid of this guy without paying a huge price.
As for whether the snake king can really degrade, he is not clear, but since there are records in the ancient books, it should not be a hole in the wind.
Even if the snake king has produced a snake rib and has the qualification of phlegm, it is impossible to really want to smash it for a thousand years.
But this is also enough to show that nature has bred too much mystery, and things that cannot be explained by science are too good for pastoralism, so that Ding Ning is born with awe.
Quickly pick up the snake ribs and tie it to the wooden bow as a bowstring. What makes him depressed is that the snake tendon is more than three meters long, and it is impossible to use a bowstring for half a meter.
Moreover, the snake tendons are extremely tough, but they are not easily cut off. The ancient hunters were made with special potions and spent a lot of time slowly corroding to break.
Even if modern technology is developed, it can't be worn out in a few days with the electric grinding wheel, let alone the one with only one saber.
Ding Ning can only use the long snake ribs around the waist and the wooden bow bow string.
Pulling the bow and trying it, Ding Ning secretly self-sweet, this snake rib is strong and terrible, and the requirements for strength are also extremely high, not ordinary people can open.
He tempered his body from an early age, and his two arms also had nearly a thousand pounds of force, but this simple wooden bow could not be fully opened.
Fortunately, when he was doing bows and arrows, he had practiced for a while according to the stone man's luck route, and completed a small cycle. The infuriating gas has recovered halfway. When the bow is pulled, it is infuriating, and it can still fill the bow.
With bows and arrows, Ding Ning's heart also had some emboldened energy, and quickly ran forward according to the memory, found the creek and walked upstream in the stream.
Ghosts know what these Fuso devils have to follow, and walking along the stream can eliminate their own smell, even if they take the big wolf dog, I am afraid I can't find myself.
He also wants to smash the tiger's body and kill him with blood, but he still has no impulsiveness. He is sensible to delay the time to restore his infuriating and physical strength.
The number of enemies is unknown, the strength is unknown, and the battle can only be self-seeking. As an excellent hunter, you must have enough patience to adjust yourself to the best state, in order to break through and change the identity of hunters and prey.
The stream is not deep, only to Ding Ning's thigh position, but the stream still has some small fish, which makes Ding Ning extremely happy, his stomach is already hungry.
Take out the saber, and stab the white fish with a weight of about half a catty in the light of the thunder, and also refuse to stink and stink, and simply handle it and hold it up.