Becoming A Dragon In A Martial Arts World

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

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

However, if he wants to change the status quo, return to homeostasis 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 turn of wind and water. 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 just now, then he would definitely not be happy.

It can only be half distressed and half happy.

Perhaps this is called the troubles 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 burst of shattering sounds, a mouse that had grown a lot in size and had shiny hair came out of the eggshell-shaped hard object.

Its whole mouse is different from ordinary 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 limbs to support its entire body while standing and walking.

As soon as it came out, before it had a good look at the surrounding environment, a pair of black and bright mouse eyes full of spirituality turned around non-stop, as if looking for something.

It's a pity that people have gone to the building, and there is only an empty cave left for it.

After 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, it bent down and left quickly.

What's worth mentioning is 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 big bald man with a shiny head and scars was constantly venting at a big tree, roaring while venting.

His tone was full of unwillingness, but with a hint of despair that couldn't be concealed deeply.

This person is none other than Zhang Bold, who was so complacent and designed to entrap a large number of people a few days ago.

At this moment, he was no longer as confident as before, with a pair of extremely red eyes on his weathered face, it was obvious that he hadn't 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 is it? To be able to remove his tracking method?

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

This kind of aura that permeates even his own flesh and blood, how can it be eliminated?

And how was it cleared?

He can't figure it out!

In this case, if one wanted to erase it, one had to 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 was no other way.

But now?

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

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

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

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 is now, he can't afford it.

The more desperate Zhang Bold was, 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 frighten the animals in the nearby woods into panic.

Unfortunately, a male sika deer ran in the wrong direction and came towards him.

And this movement happened to be heard by Zhang Bold, who was venting, he stopped his movements, raised his head, and his face was covered with black lines that seemed to be breathing.

His face was full of black stripes like living creatures, coupled with a pair of red eyes like a ghost, with a ferocious expression showing the roots of his teeth, making him more like a ghost in the deep forest than a human being.

"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 big hands, and slowly dragged the sika deer into the darkness amidst the terrified eyes and screams of the sika deer.

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

The animals in the vicinity were so scared that they never dared to approach again.

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.

Without Bai Chuan's knowledge, 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 has already learned how to hide itself, and it has managed to create 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 lady, is this really as exaggerated as you say?"

A young guy next to him was puzzled and said, he really couldn't understand, how could he 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 put a shell in the place where the food is stored to hold the food, so as not to get soiled... Wait, shell?"