On November 4, a three-person team killed a second Chinese.

On November 6, Gu Xuan met the fourth bastard and killed him.

On November 21, the three-person team turned into a four-person team.

On the 26th, Gu Xuan killed the fifth bastard.

On December 1st, the four-person team turned into a five-person team, and in three days, the third Chinese man was killed.

In a blink of an eye, March 6th is coming.

Above the sky, Carnegie's face was extremely gloomy, her brows frowned, and she stared at a place in the secret realm.

Deep in the air, I was full of confusion, coldness, and thoughts.

Not far away, Wang Minghui, who was fully prepared for his defense, had a calm expression on his face, but there was surprise between his eyebrows.

Finally, after seeing the familiar scene that made his eyes jump, Carnegie finally couldn't help but say coldly: "Wang, have you cheated, have you, a student?"

Wang Minghui's face was slightly dark and he said seriously: "Mr. Carnegie, are you kidding?"

A sixth-level student, will you not be able to tell whether he cheated or not?”

Carnegie breathed heavily and said in a solemn voice: "Please tell me why, in six months, this student killed fifteen students from Jibble University?"

Wang Minghui snorted coldly in his heart.

You ask me, whom do I ask?

He said calmly: "Luck, Mr. Carnegie, you don't know, this student has always had good luck."

I was actually quite surprised. In six months, even if the little bug killed fifteen small bastards in a row, it was indeed a bit strange.

Luck seems to be really good.

You know, even the small bastard who awakened the mushroom search bloodline killed only eight Chinese people.

However, he gathered a nine-person white pig team and gave up five black-haired ape small bastards.

Although the death of eight Chinese students made him feel uncomfortable, it made him feel much better than the death of fifteen little bastards.

In comparison, these hybrids are even worse.

Even though I had prepared the trump card of finding mushroom blood, the result was that my own side suffered greater losses. How could I feel?

Carnegie was indeed depressed and angry, and it was very uncomfortable.

Good luck?

In his eyes, this is the most ridiculous reason.

But after observing for several months, he really couldn't find a second more reliable reason.

A small sixth-level student would never use external means that he could not find in his eyes.

In other words, things like luck and intuition are really likely to exist.

As for the little bug, he had long discovered that it was just a few ten miles away and would not have such a great effect.

Qi Shufu's mushroom hunting bloodline could detect the human aura within a hundred miles, but he only killed eight little yellow-haired monkeys.

The word "luck" makes him want to attack, but there is no reason.

He looked at the two places hundreds of miles apart, and said in a deep voice: "Then I hope this student will continue to be so lucky."

Wang Minghui also looked at the two places, expressionless and said nothing.

Only the surprise in my heart is gradually getting bigger and there are more expectations.

In the Secret Realm, after packing up the fifteenth bastard, Gu Xuan's face remained unchanged, and his heart became more and more thoughtful.

In six months, fifteen hybrids were killed and five Chinese students were found.

Even if there are colorful concentric worms, this kind of luck seems to have improved to a certain extent.

But he actually never believed in the word "luck", or in other words, he did not dare to rely on luck.

He believes in relying on himself more.

A problem with luck?

Or his own intuition?

These two reasons gradually arose in his mind, which is also the only two reasons he can think of.

Luck is obtained by the Great Qin Empire, and the existence of Luck is inherently magical.

Those with strong luck will have continuous adventures and rapid growth.

His great Qin Empire had little luck, only six points, but it might have increased his luck.

There is also intuition, this is a very illusory existence.

But after he unified the six kingdoms and achieved the name of the First Emperor, he did have a faint sense of intuition.

It's very inconspicuous, and if you don't calm down, you can't find it.

It's also unreasonable. Sometimes there are, sometimes there are not, and if there are, it's quite accurate.

Just like now, he relies on this intuition to choose the next direction.

Perhaps these reasons combined have formed the current effect.

This thought arose in my mind, and without hesitation, I continued to move forward according to my intuition.

There is nothing wrong with this. The more bastards are killed, the better. Now, this is what he needs.

Two days later, Carnegie's face gradually improved, with some expectations.

Wang Minghui was calm, and he was even more looking forward to it.

It was around 5:00 p.m. on March 8th.

Carnegie smiled and raised her eyebrows and said, "Wang, your student, good luck seems to have been used up, and his bad luck has come."

Wang Minghui said nothing, but his face showed a little heaviness and ugly, staring at the secret realm.

Gu Xuan walked into the hundreds of miles of the nine-person small bastard team.

Carnegie smiled even more, and she understood the other party's emotions very much, but she did not continue to provoke.

Because when the little yellow-haired monkey dies, I will go to see Wang, the big yellow-haired monkey, then that is the most interesting thing.

In the mountains and forests, in the nine-person team that was very close to each other, Qi Lifu, with green hair and gray eyes, moved his extremely tall nose and looked in one direction with anticipation.

"Walk."

With a wave of his hand, he took the lead in going in that direction at full speed.

The other eight people were slightly happy and looked forward to following closely.

Nearly a hundred miles away, Gu Xuan walked slowly in the mountains and forests, guarding against monsters and humans who might have hidden from the colorful concentric worms.

Soon, the colorful concentric worm started to scream again.

Zhenyuan raised it, tried it a few times, and then confirmed that he went in one direction.

But after walking for about two miles, I stopped.

No, the colorful concentric worms screamed much faster than before.

This is not a scream that takes more than seven miles, but a scream that takes more than five miles.

The other party is also approaching him quickly!

The thought flashed, and I became more vigilant, slowing down and getting closer.

at the same time.

In the nine-person team that tried their best to calm down, Qisui said, "It's a yellow-haired monkey, surrounded."

The other eight people were very happy and skillfully divided into three routes.

Slow down the speed all the way, surround both sides to prevent prey from escaping.

When the screams of the colorful concentric worms sounded about three miles, Gu Xuan stopped and felt them with all his strength.

This secret realm is not weak. With his current strength and god, he can sense existences that cannot be seen four miles away on the plain.

It is about two or three miles in the mountains and forests.

Of course, this is when the other party does not restrain his breath, otherwise the distance will be shorter.

Now the other party is approaching quickly and his strength is surging. Even if he tries his best to restrain his breath, he will have great flaws.

A second later, my body leaped and stood behind a tree and looked in that direction.

The eyes and perception are the same. After all, there are not many things that cover up one's breath, and perception is sometimes not accurate.

Three seconds later, although Gu Xuan, who was standing behind the tree, could not see it, he had already sensed it and his eyebrows sank.

Nine people!

Three directions!
To be continued...