Luo practiced for a year with Bi Siji, while Buhala followed Da Baboon for more than a year. Both of them had greatly improved their psychic ability and physical strength in this year.

After Bhala completed the training plan designed by Baboon for him, he couldn't wait to call Luo and asked him about the time and location of the meeting.

In the deep mountains and forests in the southern part of Youlubian continent, Bhala sat in front of the bonfire and hung up the phone happily. There were a lot of beast bones lying around him.

There are many black technologies in the Hunter world, such as mobile phones. Some brands have accurate GPS positioning functions, and they come with translation software in more than 200 languages, etc., but in terms of practicality, there is no limit to the call range.

It can be used all over the world. There is no limit on call outdoors. It is a practical mobile phone that hunters pay more attention to. Both Bhala and Luo's mobile phones belong to this one and do not have too fancy functions.

"Before parting, I'll give you a piece of advice." Baboon Da was holding a wooden stick and fiddling with the bonfire, his eyelids drooping slightly, and the fire shone on his calm and rough face.

Bhala looked at the baboon, holding his breath and waiting for the following text.

Da Baboon looked up and looked at Buhala, who had been fatter than him several times, and said in a deep voice: "Don't think about eating!"

Upon hearing the advice of the baboon, Buhala immediately looked embarrassed.

In a year, his height was more than two meters, he was fat and wide in his shoulders, and he had already become a meat bullet chariot.

Seeing that Buhala was in a dilemma, Da Baboon shook his head speechlessly.

It's a hell. No matter how many times the training volume is increased, Buhala is getting fatter and fatter. If it weren't for the strength, he would really want to spend more time to correct it.

In the middle and late stages, Buhala developed his own thoughts, and the baboon completely compromised, and there was no limit on Buhala's appetite, which led to Buhala's weight gain in this way for a year.

Hunter Headquarters, conference room.

The current nine members of the twelve earthly branches are each seated, and there are still three successors. The upcoming meeting today is to review the qualifications of the tenth successor.

Geer, whom Roh met in the mountains of Talma, sat in the third seat on the right. The main seat was empty, which was President Nitro's seat.

"Ge'er, I heard that you solved the 'Walking Grass' a few days ago. It's a great achievement that should not be underestimated." said a man with a huge body and huge body sitting opposite Ge'er.

Yintai, Wei among the twelve earthly branches, is a poaching hunter, and has a very strong strength.

His lips were thick and very big. He had a circle of beards around the corner of his lips. He had a cloth scarf shaped like the American flag on his forehead, and he had an explosive head. He was wearing a vest and had lush body hair on his exposed chest and arms.

"It's okay." Ge'er wrapped her hands and reacted coldly.

After she left with the toad with the bad luck that day, she took some time to study it. Although she did not agree with Luo Na's willful nonsense, she tried it for some reason, but she didn't expect that the detoxification method that Luo mentioned was really.

In the end, she did not want to take this as a merit, so she directly gave up the toad of bad luck and the mushroom of happiness, and focused on other problems.

Just recently, she solved the issue of "Walking Grass" and proved her ability to the current members of the twelve earthly branches.

"It's not bad, that problem is not easy to solve." Diagonally opposite, a woman with white feathers on her head leaned on her chin.

The Eagle Gu, among the twelve earthly branches, is responsible for many positions such as plant masters, musicians, dancers, etc., but his main job is plant hunter, he dresses sexyly and is a woman with a proud personality.

She praised Ge'er, which shows that the difficulty of "Walking Grass" is not low.

Ge'er nodded at her and said, "It's really not simple."

"Why haven't the president come yet?" At this time, Yinta changed the subject and looked at the closed meeting gate.

"A minute left." A man in black and white tone costumes intersected.

Mizaston, the current member of the twelve earthly branches, is a crime hunter, wearing a black and white horned hat on his head, gold earrings on his ears, black-and-black eyes on his left, and wearing cow-style clothes.

In addition, there are six other current members present, all of whom sit quietly, waiting for the arrival of President Nitro.

There is still a minute before the meeting begins, but President Nitro and the incoming member are not present.

Time passes, and there are still the last thirty seconds left...

Everyone looked at the closed meeting gate, and some members were already guessing how long the president would be late today.

Bang!

At this moment, the door suddenly opened, but the person who came in was a short bean noodle man.

"Where is the president?" Potterbai, who was the most experienced member of the current member, asked in a deep voice when he saw the bean noodles.

Potterbai, Chen among the twelve earthly branches, is one of the few three-star hunters, and is the person whose reputation and strength are closest to President Nitro.

The bean noodle man took a handkerchief and wiped his sweaty forehead and said with difficulty: "I can't contact the president, I should... I should be an hour late, right?"

In the second half of the sentence, he said in an uncertain tone, one hour is the most conservative estimate.

When I heard the words of the Douyin Man, except for someone, the current members of the other twelve earthly branches here are all black lines. Things that are not very important are usually directly passed on to them to make decisions, but reviewing new successor members is not a trivial matter.

The bean noodle man was baptized by everyone's eyes and felt very uncomfortable.

"Is one hour enough?" someone asked.

Others didn't say anything, but they gave the same answer in their hearts, which was definitely not enough!

"By the way, the person who is going to review today hasn't come yet," said Yinta.

Hearing Ginta's words, the other members who were all focusing on President Nitro realized this.

Immediately, Porterbai snorted coldly.

Crime hunter Mizaston held hands together, pressed against his chin, stared quietly at the closed door, and said lightly: "There are five seconds left."

Near the seat below President Nitro's seat, there was a handsome blonde man in a dark suit, smiling, looking quite unrelated.

"Time is here." Mizaston glanced at the clock on the wall in the conference room. It was exactly ten o'clock, and the second hand continued to move forward. After moving for five seconds, the door of the conference room opened.

A young man with hands in his pockets walked in.

He was wearing a loose cloak and tied with white strips of cloth on his forehead, making his black hair stand up, his face refreshed and clean, and his eyes were completely vivid.

After this person walked in, everyone looked at him, and the aura of the person who belonged to the lyricist was suddenly born, and they all rushed towards the young man.

"Yo!"

Facing the oppressive aura that everyone was rudely throwing over, the young man raised his hand calmly and greeted the current members of the twelve earthly branches.

"You are five seconds late!" Mizaston looked at the young man and said in a deep voice.

“Is there any?”

The young man wondered.
Chapter completed!