withered!

Withered in all directions!

The pine moon in the past was full of vitality in her wooden building, and hundreds of pots of flowers and plants, all withered at this moment.

The leaves are yellow and wilted, and they are lying softly on the edge of the pot, as if they are not far from dying.

Songyue is very doting because of her weak body and is very doting by her grandfather. Although she is not a soul warrior, she still owns a wooden building in the clan. Songyue loves flowers and plants, and her two-story wooden building is almost full of flowers and plants.

In the past, Jiang Chengyi stepped into the wooden building of Songyue, and his eyes were full of vitality and a strange fragrance. But this time...

Jiang Chengji instinctively felt a little bad, and rushed to Songyue's bed without much avoidance.

On the bed, Song Yue was curled up there. Her beautiful face, which was once moist and bright, turned yellow now, and there was no trace of blood on her pretty face. She looked like she had lost weight, as if she had been seriously ill.

"Songyue, what's wrong with you? Why is your forehead so hot? You're sick!" After trying Songyue's forehead, Jiang Zhen looked anxious.

In a hurry, when Jiang Cheng was established, he wanted to fetch water to help Song Yue fall into the scorching heat. Song Yue rushed to Jiang Cheng in an extremely weak voice and said, "Brother Jiang Cheng, you are back, I'm fine..."

"I've all had a high fever, is it okay?"

"I'm really fine, Brother Jiang Cheng, I'm old and I'll get better after raising it for a few days." Song Yue insisted.

"No, if you continue to burn, there will be problems. I'll help you cool down..."

"Okay, Acheng, I have given Songyue medicine. She will take care of her for another day or two before she will improve." Grandpa appeared behind Jiang Cheng at some point and softly relieved Songyue.

"But......."

"Acheng, are you worried about taking care of Songyue with me?" Grandpa's voice was filled with a few separate jokes, which made Songyue's cheeks, whose face was as pale as paper, crawled with a faint blush.

"Okay, Songyue needs rest, you need to practice quickly, go quickly."

Grandpa's urging made Jiang Cheng give up taking care of Song Yue. Although his medical knowledge in his previous life was also effective, it was not enough to see the grandpa's magical means.

After a few words of advice, Jiang Cheng left Songyue’s wooden building.

When Jiang Cheng walked away, Song Yue's voice sounded: "Grandpa, I don't want to deceive Brother Jiang Cheng like this anymore. When I was like this last year, Brother Jiang Cheng took care of me for three days and three nights without going out..."

"You also said, if you weren't for being arrogant, how could it have become like this?"

Grandpa's voice suddenly became serious: "You are barely at the fifth level of Chengrong Realm, and you dare to activate the secret skills that can be used at the seventh level of Chengrong Realm. Fortunately, it is in the mountains and forests, and the essence of plants is extremely abundant, otherwise you will have to explain your life."

"But, Brother Jiang Cheng was seriously injured at that time..."

"You can cure such a serious injury for 40% or 50%. He will take care of it for a few more days when he comes back. That's fine, you will cure him to be fierce, but you still have half your life left!" Grandpa's reproachful voice said in the end, and it turned into pity.

"Okay, I will send you some fresh flowers and plants to help you recover faster. As for these flowers and plants that are about to wither, don't think about treatment, unless you don't want life..."

Soon, several healthy women in the clan replaced hundreds of pots of fresh flowers and plants. If Jiang Cheng was here, he would be surprised to find that as Song Yue breathed, the fresh flowers and plants were slowly wilting, and Song Yue's complexion seemed to have improved a little.

When Songyue finished the conversation with her grandfather, Jiang Cheng was called over by the clan leader Ge Xiong.

As soon as they met, Ge Xiong handed six small snake-skin bags to Jiang Chengdao: "For this, this is the essence blood of the ferocious beasts prepared by grandpa. Take a bag when practicing. With your current cultivation level, it can be as good as your hard work for one night, and take it."

Jiang Cheng was stunned and pointed to the six small snakeskin bags and wondered: "Clan leader, so many, one bag is half a month, I should only have two bags, right?"

"Why are you asking so much? Just ask you to take it with you. It's not stolen from me. These other four bags are my case, but my cultivation level is purely a waste, just use it." The patriarch Ge Xiong said carelessly.

When Jiang Cheng wanted to say something, the clan leader Ge Xiong had already patted Jiang Cheng's shoulder and said, "You probably don't know yet. Hu Zhenjiang, the clan leader of the Huli clan, has already spoken. The young soul warriors of their Huli clan will take your life at all costs at the martial arts competition in two months.

Moreover, Hu Zhenjiang has already obtained spiritual medicine from the Da Linggong of Baihun tribe and cured the turtle grandson of Hu Xiangshan, who was seriously injured and damaged in the original source. If nothing unexpected happens, the turtle grandson of Hu Xiangshan will definitely participate in the martial arts competition."

Jiang Cheng was a little silent. He could say a big talk, but the huge gap did exist.

By chance in the mountains and forests, Jiang Cheng seriously injured Hu Xiangshan with the help of the mysterious soul warrior, but if he was on the ring, Jiang Cheng now might not be able to last for three rounds in Hu Xiangshan's hands.

"However, this is not the biggest threat you are going to face!" The patriarch Ge Xiong poured cold water on Jiang Cheng again.

"The biggest threat comes from Baihun's tribe.

Feng Zhanyuan, a genius boy from Baihun tribe, obtained the battle soul four years ago when he was less than fifteen years old. Now he is almost eighteen years old. It is said that he is already at the sixth level of Chengen Realm."

Speaking of this, the patriarch Ge Xiong asked in a voice: "Do you still remember the big tiger?"

"Shi Dahu?" The corpse suddenly appeared in Jiang Cheng's mind, which was soaked but still had blood and tears in the corners of his eyes.

"Two years ago, Feng Zhanyuan, who was sixteen years old, beat the tiger to a disabled person in front of me on the competition stage!" When talking about this, the patriarch's iron fist immediately clenched it tightly.

"This year, he is less than nineteen years old..."

"Practice well and fight for a breath. I don't want you to become the second big tiger. I hope you can get through this life and death..."

The patriarch Ge Xiong sighed, put his small pocket of six-mouthed snakeskin in front of Jiang Cheng, and then turned around and left.

After the patriarch Ge Xiong walked away, Uncle Yang Zeyang suddenly appeared in front of Jiang Cheng, put down five small snakeskin pockets and said, "This is the little intention of the uncles, I hope it can help you.

Also, we have told my grandfather that next month, next month, until you attend the martial arts competition, half of our ferocious beast essence blood will be given to you, and the other half will be given to Du Jing.”

"Don't refuse, as long as you can come back alive, don't be like the big tiger... We uncles are satisfied." As she spoke, Yang Ze glanced at Shi An who was standing behind a big tree and looked at him.

Shi An is also a soul warrior, the most taciturn person in the entire Geshan clan!

Because Shi Dahu is his son!

There are currently nine soul warriors in the Geshan tribe. Apart from Du Jing, Jiang Cheng, Grandpa, and the clan leader, there are five soul warriors left. In other words, all the cultivation resources of the Geshan tribe are concentrated here.

Looking at the small snake-skin pockets in front of him, Jiang Cheng suddenly felt a little blocked in his throat. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't even say a word.

This is the Geshan tribe where Jiang Cheng is located!

"Practice well. If you need to train, just come to find the uncle!" After giving up this sentence, Yang Ze strode away, leaving only Jiang Cheng alone there and was silent and anxious to go crazy!

Jiang Cheng never had any moment, like now, desperately longed to gain powerful power!

At night, Jiang Cheng sat cross-legged on the bed in Jiang Cheng's wooden building.

On one side of the bed was a animal skin bag, more than a dozen small snake skin bags, and a Jiang Cheng's carry-on skin bag.

Jiang Cheng is about to start practicing tonight, but before practicing, Jiang Cheng is thinking about which kind of treasure to assist in practicing first?

In the animal skin bag, a truck of food given by grandpa was exchanged for a body tempering pill. The snake skin small pocket is naturally the essence of the ferocious beast.

As for Jiang Cheng's carry-on skin, there are three ten-year-old sword-leaf clovers seized by Jiang Cheng from the soul warrior Heihu who was killed by him.

After thinking for a while, Jiang Cheng took out one of the chariots of food given to his grandfather and took it.
Chapter completed!