"Um."

Xiao Chen looked at Mr. Zhao, how should he recover?

It's too difficult.

Even with his medical skills, he couldn't do it.

"Brother Chen, isn't the essence of wood useless?"

Bai Ye thought of something and asked.

"The essence of wood contains infinite vitality, but it has little effect on the recovery of Dantian and meridians."

Xiao Chen shook his head.

Just as they were talking, Zhao Laomo suddenly woke up.

When he saw Xiao Chen, his eyes turned red.

He is useless.

All your cultivation is ruined!

"Third brother...I have become a useless person."

Zhao Laomo said in a low voice.

"You're talking nonsense, how can you be a useless person?"

Xiao Chen shook his head.

"At most, they are ordinary people, not cripples... Why, ordinary people are cripples?"

"Can……"

What did Mr. Zhao want to say?

"I know what you think. I can't accept it for a while, and I can understand it."

Xiao Chen interrupted Zhao Laomo.

"Old Zhao, let me ask you something. You are not even afraid of death. Are you still afraid of losing your martial arts skills and becoming an ordinary person?"

"I'm not afraid of death, but losing all my martial arts skills is more difficult for me to accept than killing me."

Zhao Laomo shook his head and said.

"Then let me ask you one more thing, are you willing to trade your cultivation for your blood feud?"

Xiao Chen looked at Old Mo Zhao and said seriously.

"willing."

Zhao Laomo nodded without even thinking about it.
Chapter completed!