"Okay, look at this Forget-you-blood grass all over the mountains and fields. Your masterpiece, your hard work, is just waiting to bloom and bear fruit..."
Senior Brother Chen's voice was as gentle as the wind, without any emotion, just like telling a trivial matter.
Rock saw him and Fatty standing on the hill looking at him, and heard their words.
Has it blossomed?
The meaning is profound.
It’s really fast!
The rock sat up and looked around. There was a kind of spiritual grass all over the mountains and wild fields. He was very familiar with this kind of spiritual grass because he could not forget that scene.
Shi Yan clearly remembered that day, the three spiritual grasses that the young man in white took away were just like this. It was just that these had not bloomed yet, but there were already many budding flowers.
The place where these spiritual grasses grow is what Fatty takes care of. Whenever the battle between Shi Yan and others is over, Fatty is the one who takes care of the corpses on the battlefield. He is the one who cleans up the battlefield for the next day.
Rock always thought that Fatty was just cleaning up the corpses so that they could go into battle the next day. Now it seems that is not the case, but for another reason. Now seeing these budding flowers and bones, he suddenly discovered a serious problem. .
Wangyou Blood Grass is cultivated with the flesh and blood of people in this world. No wonder Fatty has to shake the corpse into blood mist every time. It turns out that this is to allow this spiritual grass to be absorbed quickly and grow quickly.
They were busy practicing before and didn't pay attention to these things. Now when they see the spiritual grass all over the mountain, they suddenly feel a little sad. Is this the value of the indigenous people in this world?
How unfortunate.
It turns out that these spiritual herbs are watered with human blood.
No wonder many people were said to have died in the Chosen Sui Gong. Now the facts are in front of us. If so many people had not died, how could we get the spiritual grass? Three years of killing was just to make this world more like this.
Even if you take some of it away after three years.
There are still many in this world.
When the year comes, it will be another day to start harvesting, and the cycle continues over and over again. This is the fate of people in this world.
Think of the blood spirit in your body, which is what these people want to get.
Just because blood spirits have to be produced in constant battles, these people force the natives like themselves to fight desperately just to get the blood spirits that can only be found in the bodies of people in this world.
After that, Fatty completely cut off the spirit-gathering pill from the rock, and every once in a while he would check the condition of the blood spirit in his body. That would tell you that I can't wait to harvest it.
But he also told Rock and the others that these people were becoming more and more afraid of them growing up.
Rock can only endure it, who makes him unable to do it.
Shame is nothing, living is the most important thing, only living can have a chance to resist.
He only had to practice hard. Although there was no help from the Spirit Gathering Pill, Fatty and the others did not restrict him from practicing. No matter what, there was progress, even a little bit.
Dashi and Yansan practiced even harder, feeling that a storm was coming.
However, that kind of life-and-death battle has never stopped. Fatty and the others still believe that as long as there is a life-and-death battle, the maturity of the blood spirit can be accelerated, so they will not stop easily.
Even if tiger farming is a problem, it is still under absolute control.
So they have absolute confidence to wait until the moment of harvest.
…
"Fat man, guard it."
Senior Brother Chen, who was sitting cross-legged while practicing, suddenly shouted, and the misty veil appeared like clouds, then shot into the sky, and disappeared at the end of the sky in the blink of an eye. In such a hurry, something big must have happened.
Rock heard and saw the battle, and was very curious about what happened to make them make such a big fuss.
They had never seen anything like this before. Senior Brother Chen left like crazy. All they saw was flying slowly and slowly into the sky. How could he be so angry?
It was almost dusk, and Rock and the others had just finished their battle and were sitting cross-legged to take a rest.
Senior Brother Chen came back, carrying a person on his back. It was the short man who had been grabbing people's heads outside. He was seriously injured. He was so weak that he needed help. He looked like he would die if he was not careful.
As soon as he returned here, Senior Brother Chen asked the short man to sit up cross-legged, and he helped heal the injury behind his back. It could be seen that the short man's injury was indeed serious, and he could not heal himself, so he needed help from others.
After just a while, the two of them entered a mysterious state, and it seemed that they would not get better for a while.
The fat man on the side was spinning around like an ant on a hot pot, looking anxiously at the two of them from time to time.
Rock looked at their actions, his eyes suddenly became hot, as if he had a premonition of something.
Looking at Dashi and Yan San, he found that the two of them were looking at him, their eyes flashing with light. They both saw opportunities and were waiting for him to make a decision. After all, the three of them were already living and dying together.
They all know that opportunities are hard to come by, and they have been waiting for such an opportunity.
What a rare opportunity!
When they encounter it, they all know the risks involved.
We all know that if we make one mistake, we will be doomed.
But they all understand that wealth can be found in danger. If they want to survive, they have to fight for their lives.
Fight for a way out, fight for a way out.
Give it a try.
Either die or live.
Rock nodded without a trace, took out the short knife from his waist, handed it to Dashi along the ground, and pointed at him with his thumb.
Dashi understood and quietly grabbed the dagger and pressed it to the ground, fearing that it would make any noise and alert the fat man.
Yan Yan pointed his little finger at Yan San, and then made a chopping motion with his palm along the ground.
Yan San nodded slightly, thinking that he had understood.
Shi Yan was still uneasy. He made a middle finger gesture on the ground and pointed it at himself twice, which now made it clear.
The division of labor is clear.
Suddenly, the rock grabbed an already bloomed Forgetting Blood Grass, stood up, and walked towards the fat man.
The steps were calm and quite fast, and there was nothing unusual about it, but the scimitar was held in his hand. Although the blade was pointed downward, if the fat man had been more alert, he would have scolded him.
Because there has never been a situation like this, let alone a time like this.
However, even when he arrived not far from the fat man, the guy still didn't react at all. He still looked at Senior Brother Chen and the two of them anxiously, and his concern disturbed his heart.
"Sage, if this works, I would like to do it now!"
Rock held up the Forgettable Blood Grass and made a bow. He kept walking as he spoke, and his eyes followed Fatty's every move, a hunter looking for motives.
"It's not needed yet, it won't be that bad."
The fat man glanced at the rock, stretched out his hand to take the Wangyou Blood Grass, and turned his eyes to Senior Brother Chen. All his attention was on Senior Brother Chen and the others, not paying attention to the rock at all.
It was at this time that the rock realized that it was an opportunity that could never be lost.
He moved, and silently he raised the scimitar and struck down with all his strength.
He knew he had to do something right once, there would be no second chance.
If you want to find food in the palm of such a person, you must be fast, accurate, and ruthless, otherwise all your efforts will be wasted. He knows that he cannot afford to lose, and there will be no chance to do it again, and his opponent will never give him a chance to do it again.
So we must work hard and achieve it once and for all.
No matter what happens, the opponent must lose the opportunity in the first blow. Otherwise, death will be waiting for the three of them. There is no chance.
"you……"
The cultivation base is strong, and the spiritual sense is also strong, even the rock has not expected it.
The fat man actually reacted at the moment of life and death and avoided the scimitar that was slashing at his neck. The real difference was just a hair and a thousand miles, which is enough to show how powerful the fat man is.
But his other reaction was fatal. It should be said to be a person's instinctive reaction. He acted in panic. He actually raised his hand to block the scimitar and used his body to block the blade.
If the rock was an ordinary person in the past, or if his cultivation level was low, it would be feasible, but he forgot that the rock at this moment was at the sixth level of Qi training. Although it was not as fat as him, it was not much different, and such a knife was a rock's sword. Use all your strength to strike.
click
With a very slight sound, an arm was cut off easily.
"ah!"
With a scream, the fat man grimaced in pain.
But his reaction was far better than ordinary people, and even quite correct. A long sword quickly appeared in the other hand, but it was already a step too late.
One step can lead to a thousand miles of misunderstanding.
The scimitar of the rock has been chopped down again, and this knife is like a thunderous force.
A sure-kill knife.
It was a knife that the rock exerted all its strength on, truly as fast as lightning.
It was already a missed opportunity.
How could he miss the second blow again?
This is risking your own life.
puff!
The fat man's sword had been raised and lowered, but it failed halfway and had lost its power when it fell.
Because the rock had cut off his head, and his head fell to the ground with his eyes still open. He might not be able to figure out how he got to this point until he died.
On the other side, Dashi and Yansan also launched attacks at the same time, with the same rapidity and madness.
Dashi went straight to Senior Brother Chen with Yan Yan's dagger. As for why Yan Yan wanted him to use the dagger to deal with the most deadly and powerful Senior Brother Chen, he didn't ask, and he didn't have time to ask.
But he still chose to believe in the rock without any reason, instead of using his scimitar.
laugh
When the short knife penetrates the body, only the tip of the knife can penetrate further.
The difference in cultivation level.
No matter how hard you try, the dagger can't move forward at all.
It can be seen that Brother Chen is so powerful that he used his spiritual power to block the attack of the dagger while it was piercing his body.
Dashi pushed the short knife forward crazily, trying to penetrate it further, even a little bit, but no matter how hard he tried, it was impossible.
On the other hand, Senior Brother Chen, despite the pain, couldn't help but not stop healing the short man. He even freed up a hand and slapped the boulder away with one palm. He still had the energy to do it and did it easily.
Too strong.
However, when Senior Brother Chen retracted his hand, his eyes suddenly widened in disbelief. He turned to look at the dagger piercing his body. Unfortunately, it was too late to react.
His body was slowly slumping, and it was useless to let him have too much unwillingness, and finally turned into black blood and flowed out.
Yan San naturally chose his scimitar and was slashing at the short man crazily.
Howling and screaming like a crazy beast.
The attacks of three people, even if he was the easiest, were almost like dealing with a useless person, but especially so, he still made him go all out. After all, his cultivation was too weak, how could he dare to slack off at all.
The short man, who was already seriously injured, had no power to fight back. With a dull popping sound, he was almost chopped into pieces by Yan San.
