Yang Zhen won.
When the second quarter of an hour was over, and he was still walking steadily, carrying his shoulders that were bleeding on both sides, and continued to attack left and right, the kid surnamed Geng finally couldn't withstand it anymore.
After he came off the field, the foundation-building monk responsible for the safety of the field gave him simple assistance, stopped the bleeding, and the wound began to heal.
He had no intention of watching other people's games, so he returned to his apartment, closed the door, and pretended to be sleeping.
The clothes came out of the stone, and several rays of green light shone on his injured area. The wound was slightly numb and itchy, and some undetectable blood seeped out.
When it comes to treating wounds, the little thing's wood magic power is purer and more effective.
Soon, the several places where Yang Zhen was pricked by the [Golden Needle] recovered as before, leaving only a few shallow marks.
He had lost some blood just now and his body was a little tired. He played with Yiyi for a while and then fell asleep.
He didn't know how long he had slept when a knock on the door woke him up. When he opened the door, he saw that it was Zhao Yue'er.
There were slight beads of sweat on the little girl's forehead, and her face as white as jade was smeared with a layer of blush. She had just finished the competition and ran here.
"You finally started practicing!" She grabbed Yang Zhen's arm, shook it vigorously, and jumped up and down excitedly.
With this strength, if Yang Zhen's wound had not been healed, it would have burst.
"I've been waiting for this day for a long time!" She pouted, looking angry.
Yang Zhen smiled and said nothing. He turned sideways and led the little girl into the room.
While making tea, he thought about it, covered himself, and poured out the clean water stored in the lake last night.
Zhao Yue'er happened to be thirsty, so she took the water glass and drank it all in one gulp. Her starry eyes suddenly brightened:
"This water is so sweet and delicious!"
But she was obviously more concerned about Yang Zhen's injury.
"I heard you were injured, let me see!"
"I've had it treated by an immortal master, and it's almost healed." Yang Zhen replied.
"Then I want to see it too!" the little girl said arrogantly.
Yang Zhen had no choice but to pull up her front, revealing the faint mark on the injured area.
The little girl put her hand up, lowered her head and stroked it gently.
Her hair hit Yang Zhen's face, tickling and soft.
Without blinking, a ray of blue light shot out from her finger as tender as an onion root, and a cold feeling came from the wound.
This is a water type healing technique. Its ability to heal wounds is not as good as that of the wood type, but it can replenish the water lost when injured and restore fatigue.
Yang Zhen quietly lowered her head and stared at the focused little girl. She felt the faint fragrance coming from her hair and the slight heat caused by the twitching of her nose, and felt extremely happy in her heart.
When Zhao Yue'er finally finished her treatment, Yang Zhen put her hand behind her back, and when she took it out again, there were three more sky-blue jujubes.
"Here you go." He handed the dates to Zhao Yue'er.
"Shui Ji Zao!" the little girl exclaimed.
This is exactly the bipolar jujube tree planted by Yang Zhen in the space. In the past two days, each tree produced a pair of jujubes. With the fire attribute, he stays in the space and can be sold through Chen Fugui in the future. Of course, the water attribute is left to Zhao Yue'er.
This first-level water jujube costs about one spiritual stone and is generally only sold in the city.
"Where did these dates come from?" The little girl happily accepted the three dates.
"I was in the market two days ago and happened to see some for sale, so I bought a few." Yang Zhen said casually.
"Two days ago? It has been more than ten days since the Chinese New Year!" The little girl looked at these jujubes, which were plump and crystal clear. They looked like freshly picked dates. Her beautiful eyes were full of doubts:
"Where have you kept them these past ten days?"
"Storage bag!" Yang Zhen hesitated. Just now he was excited and took something out of the space, but he forgot the origin and couldn't explain it.
He took out a storage bag from his arms. It was the same one that the Zhu family had compensated for at that time, and his mother-in-law later gave it to him.
"But," the little girl was even more confused: "Didn't you just say that you just broke through to the Qi training stage yesterday? How did you use the storage bag when you didn't have magic power before?"
"I asked someone to put it in when I bought it," Yang Zhen said without changing her expression, "I'm just waiting to become a monk one day and take it out to surprise you!"
"I don't want your surprise!" the little girl said coquettishly, with a smile on her face.
Yang Zhen wiped away the sweat in her heart. Thanks to my wit, she got over it.
At this time, I saw the little girl took the cup from which she had just drank water, and went to the teapot to pour a glass of water.
"Why is the taste of this water so different from just now?" The little girl took a sip and said to herself.
Yang Zhenxin brought it up again. How should this be rounded?
At this moment, someone came from outside.
"The mountain chief asks you to come over." The person who came was the chief of the village where he currently lived. Yang Zhen had lived here for a year and had almost no contact with this person.
"Grandpa Yuan is looking for you? I'll go too!" The little girl jumped up and followed him.
…
Just like last time, Yuan Shanchang gave things to him when he met.
"This is a first-level low-grade wooden vine armor. When activated by mana, it can form a wooden shield to protect the whole body. The protective power is far better than the robe last time. It can last for a quarter of an hour without attack... "
After a pause, Yuan Cheng told Yang Zhen the truth:
"Senior Sister He Jing, please ask me to find a suitable protective weapon for you. I have just modified this rattan armor, which is just right for your current body type. Remember to protect yourself in future competitions, so that there will be no injuries in the morning. …”
"Your boy has finally gained some cultivation. Senior Sister He Jing is very pleased to know this!"
Yang Zhen thanked him hurriedly, and Zhao Yuer was also happy for him.
"I have also told my senior sister about your cultivation situation. We are all worried about you," Yuan Cheng continued: "Even monks in the middle stage of Qi training would not dare to practice with middle-grade spiritual stones, otherwise they would not be able to control it. Well, if a large amount of spiritual energy enters the body, the meridians may be damaged at the least, and the foundation may be destroyed at worst, or even the body may explode and die on the spot!”
"Why are you so reckless! If you need wood spiritual energy, you can tell me and I will open the Yimu Spirit Gathering Formation for you. Senior Sister He Jing will pay for this spiritual stone for you! Why do you take this risk?"
Yang Zhen was obedient. It was difficult to explain this matter, so she had to keep silent.
"Come here and let me check your meridians."
Yang Zhen hurried over. Yuan Cheng put his hands on his shoulders, breathed in his true energy, closed his eyes and remained silent.
After a while, he opened his eyes, with a trace of surprise in his eyes: "You are so lucky, your meridians are strong and flawless!"
"However, don't take any chances, and don't use wood spirit stones to practice in the future." He warned.
In this world, except for some special Five Elements Spiritual Lands, there are very few spiritual stones that are naturally grown, and they are all produced through specialized magical tools. Among them, low-grade single-attribute spiritual stones rarely appear due to stability reasons, at least they are all mid-grade.
Otherwise, if there were low-grade wood attribute spiritual stones for cultivation, Yuan Cheng and Nanny would not be so worried.
Yang Zhen quickly agreed.
"Okay, go ahead!" Yuan Cheng waved his hand.
No matter what, he was very satisfied with Yang Zhen's loss of face to Geng Prison today.
