Other monks can fast, but they have to worry about supper. It’s so cute to think about it!

Less gossip, Song Hao didn't want to be the first immortal cultivator to starve to death in history, so his figure soon disappeared in the deep mountains ahead.

Half an hour later.

Song Hao felt... I must have not read the calendar when I went out today, otherwise everything would not go well. I just heard the roar of wild beasts one after another. When I came to hunt, why did I have no one?

This is unscientific.

In the wilderness, isn’t the easiest way to encounter danger?

Especially when you are alone and walk around in the dark, you shouldn't meet wild boars or big bad wolfs, why are there nothing?

At this time, everything sounded silent, and only the sound of insects could be heard.

But this thing cannot be used as food.

For a moment, Song Hao wanted to cry very much.

But you must hold back your tears. Men are face-saving animals. A dignified immortal cultivator crying because of depression and hunger. He is really shameless to see people.

He didn't believe it anymore. Without wild animals, he could always pick a few wild fruits, and filling his hunger was better than nothing.

Ten minutes later.

Song Hao looked at the wild fruits on a tall tree and was salivating.

It was a kind of red wild fruit, slightly larger than an apple, and looked extremely delicious.

Song Hao was overjoyed.

The tree is fifteen meters high and is so bare that it is difficult to climb, but for him, as a cultivator, all this is not a problem!

Song Hao leveraged his power and rushed up.

I picked a wild fruit, wiped it with my sleeve, and then bit it off with a bite.

Don't say it tastes pretty good.

Although I didn't catch prey on this trip, looking at the red wild fruits in front of me should be enough to satisfy my hunger.

So Song Hao began to happily chew wild fruits and swallowed them voraciously.

After taking it for half an hour, I felt satisfied.

Sudden.

"I am a great person and I like singing the most~"

"Life is very happy every day, I still have to sing~"

"I feel good in singing and dancing, la la la la la la la la la la la ~"

...

The singing came suddenly, and Song Hao didn't stand firmly and almost fell from the tree.

Cough cough cough...

But I just ate a bite of wild fruit, frightened and stuck, and even my breathing was a little uncomfortable.

In the wilderness, there was a dark and suddenly someone sang loudly there, and it was heard through the tweeter.

Can you imagine the fright and shock that Song Hao was at this time.

The sound of puff puff came to my ears. In the mountains and forests, countless birds were shocked by the sound of slaughtering pigs.

...

At the same time, deep in the mountains.

"Senior brother, do you really need to use this method to attract spiritual ginseng? I feel so unreliable."

The person who spoke was a tall young man. He wore sports shoes, casual T-shirt and jeans. If he was placed in the city, this kind of dress would be normal. However, in the wilderness, it seemed a bit too thin, but he didn't seem to feel cold at all.

"This is what the book says, it should be correct."

Next to him was a middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of face, and his expression at this time was similar to constipation.

Not far ahead of the two, a man wearing a down jacket was singing loudly with a microphone in his hand.

The singing spread from afar through the tweeter, and there was another mess...

“It sounds so ugly.”

The young man covered his ears with his hands, and his expression on his face was full of pain. Although he was the initiator of this matter, he still had to complain that the microphone bully he found was too lethal.

They come from an ancient martial arts family.

The two of them practiced martial arts since childhood, and now they are in the fourth level of acquired cultivation. They have not weak strength, but it is even more difficult to go further.

Practicing martial arts requires talent.

If nothing unexpected happens, their achievements in this life will be the only one.

Unlike monks, the realm of warriors is divided into innate and acquired.

Innately exists only in legends.

The day after tomorrow starts from the beginning, it is divided into nine levels.

Cultivation of first and second grades is very simple, but when it reaches the third grade, it becomes extremely difficult to advance.

In ancient times, elixir assistance was needed, but over time, the one-sided prescription has been lost to the ancient martial arts families.

Therefore, today's warriors can only rely on hard work.

That's not a little difficult.

However, the two were lucky. They accidentally discovered clues about spiritual ginseng while traveling.

Spiritual ginseng, as the name suggests, is a rare thing and can be classified as a genius treasure. Ordinary mortals will prolong their lifespan. If they take it by martial arts, their cultivation will immediately surge. Even if they break through to the innate world, it is not a dream!

Of course, the two of them would not let go. They read a lot of classics, but the method of capturing spiritual ginseng made them confused.

Unlike in martial arts novels, ginseng is as timid as a mouse. The ginseng, which is truly spiritual, is actually very virtuous and likes to listen to and sing.

But I don’t know if it is because of the different structures of the ears, Lingguan’s ability to appreciate music is completely different from that of humans. None of the songs that have made a big music list like it.

On the contrary, those songs that are out of tune and running are very good, and ordinary people say that they are like slaughtering pigs, but they are their favorites...

You may even be attracted to it.

So the scene just happened.

In the wilderness, it was dark and there were people singing with tweeters.

The man wearing a down jacket is also helpless. Although he is a timid back and bear-bearing waist, he is very gentle. How could he be the opponent of two ancient martial arts masters?

At that time, he was singing in karaoke at home, and then he was broken into the door and forced to come here.

The two of them stuffed him a microphone, making him roar with all his might, singing over and over again... Woooo, mom, I was wrong. I often sing karaoke at home, which affected my neighbors' rest, and kept silent. It must be because of this, so someone took revenge and threw himself into this wilderness to sing enough.

The man was cold and shot, so the singing became more and more out of tune, just like howling ghosts and wolves, with an ugly index that exploded...

"puff……"

The young man got goosebumps when he heard it, and the middle-aged man next to him with a vicissitudes of life was even worse than him, and he started to vomit with a "wow".

This guy's singing voice was so slight that compared with the legendary sound wave power, would Lingguan really be attracted? The two expressed deep doubts.

...

On the other hand, Song Hao also had a pale face. Although he was a cultivator, his ears could not withstand such torture... The singing was almost the same as the magic sound that filled his ears, and cold sweat began to appear on his head.

Who is so unethical and singing in the wilderness and is not afraid of affecting others' rest?

Wait, it won't really affect rest.

Song Hao was angry and couldn't help but become more curious.

After all, this matter is too weird to think about it carefully... I sing in the wilderness, even if my head is pinched by the door, I will not do this.
Chapter completed!