Qilin County, Kongling Mountain.
Fu family meeting hall.
After Fu Siyuan went out, Fu Shiyi, Mr. Fu, Fu Yimu and Fu Sitian took their seats one after another. Fu Zhihong looked at Mr. Fu, then at Fu Shiyi, with a surprised look on his face:
"Father, and Eleven, what's going on with your two cultivation levels?"
Just over a month.
So much has changed.
After listening to Mr. Fu's experience about the Demonic Wormhole, Fu Zhihong's breathing became heavier: "Okay, okay, God is really blessing my Fu family. Father, Shiyi, Yimu, Sitian, please take advantage of your memory." It’s quite clear, and I can draw the map of the Demonic Wormhole.”
“And more and more”
"You must also record the monsters you encounter in the Demon Wormhole. In the next hundred years, I will also ask the tribesmen to collect information on related monsters."
Demon wormhole.
It is undoubtedly a secret trial place.
The most important thing is that this is the Tiannan Continent, and their Fu family is the only one!
Fu Shiyi saw that Fu Zhihong's face was radiant at the moment, but it could be seen at a glance that it was pathologically pale. She couldn't help but worry and asked: "Father, how is your injury?"
"it's okay no problem."
Fu Zhihong waved his hands hurriedly.
Mr. Fu looked at it and shook his head slightly. After telling Fu Yimu and Fu Sitian not to let any news out about the Demon Wormhole, he asked them to go back to rest first. They had benefited a lot from the Demon Wormhole and needed time to digest it.
After Fu Yimu and Fu Sitian left.
Mr. Fu stepped forward with a serious face, grabbed Fu Zhihong's wrist, looked at it with consciousness, frowned, and said with an anger in his tone: "What on earth are you thinking? The injury is about to seep into the internal organs. , you still haven’t retreated to recuperate, if you delay any longer, your little life will be gone!”
so serious? !
Fu Shiyi was startled, and hurriedly stepped forward, wanting to check on Fu Zhihong's injuries, but Fu Zhihong dodged away and smiled: "It's okay, it's okay, you don't have to worry, I know my own condition well!"
Mr. Fu stared.
"Father, I'm fine."
Fu Zhihong then patted the storage bag, and with a flash of sunlight, a jade box appeared. The jade box was opened, and a fourth-level top-grade Death Grass was revealed.
The dead grass grows in the valley of all dryness.
Wanku Valley is one of the top ten Jedi in the Great Zhou Dynasty.
It is said.
Even if the Nascent Soul cultivator enters it, he will never return, and the Death Grass grows deep in the Wanku Valley. Therefore, although the Death Grass is only a fourth-level spiritual object, it is even rarer than ordinary fifth-level spiritual objects.
The most rare thing is.
Dead Grass can restore life and save you as long as you are still breathing.
Never thought about it.
Fu Zhihong actually had such a strange plant in his hand.
"Father, could you please help me refine the Spiritual Pill? With this Pill, more than half of my injuries will be healed. There will be no serious problems for at least thirty years."
but.
If he wants to heal the injuries in his body, he still has to go to southern Xinjiang.
When Fu Shiyi heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief. The Yangling Pill is a fourth-level high-grade elixir. It should not be a problem for Mr. Fu to refine it as a fifth-level low-grade alchemist. However, Fu Shiyi still frowned when he saw Mr. Fu:
"Grandpa, what's wrong with this Death Grass?"
"No!"
Mr. Fu looked at Fu Zhihong meaningfully several times. Fu Zhihong seemed a little guilty and did not dare to look at Mr. Fu. Mr. Fu finally let out a long sigh, waved his sleeves, and put the Death Grass into his storage bag.
