Chapter seven hundred and ten, a big piece of meat
Inside the Zhagu tribe.
Gula, the first warrior in the clan, was sitting in a stone bucket, bathed in a turbid medicine liquid. The residual limbs of nausea such as scorpions and spiders were floating on the medicine liquid, emitting a foul smell.
This medicine liquid is a formula that has been collected in the family through very hard work and has been completed after multiple preparation tests.
Although the effect is average and there are many disgusting and harmful substances in it, it is indeed helpful for physical cultivation. There are only three people in the entire clan who are qualified to enjoy this medicinal bath.
If you practice with this medicine frequently, you will definitely lose your life.
But as long as you can break through, you can make up for your lifespan.
In fact, Gula no longer needs this medicine liquid, because his real realm has reached gold, and this medicine liquid is useless to him.
But in order to help Luo Sen recover, he burned a lot of qi and blood, and his realm fell directly to level 2 of silver.
In order to prevent the state from falling, he must rely on medicine to stabilize the state.
"call……"
A pure demonic energy was taken into his body.
Then a burst of black appeared on his body, as if he was poisoned, and a look of pain appeared on his face, but in a moment the black disappeared, as if it had merged into his body, and his brows slowly relaxed.
This is the disadvantage of practicing in the Demon Abyss.
No one is instructed, exploring and moving forward, and eager to improve one's realm, so he can only refine his body by absorbing the demonic energy.
Every practice is extremely painful.
"I finally recovered to the golden realm, but I don't know when I have to wait for a complete recovery." Gula smiled bitterly and stood up from the stone bucket.
He had absorbed all the medicine in the stone bucket, leaving only the extremely turbid and foul stinky juice. These were all residue and waste, which were highly toxic.
Gula walked out of his room, and the tribesmen seemed very happy to see him.
"Gula is fine!"
“That’s great.”
"We will feel at ease as long as you are here."
"There are still a few pieces of clean meat that you need to recover, and the aunt will get it for you."
The tribesmen enthusiastically asked about their well-being.
Gula also responded with a smile, and her heart was warm. So what if she could protect her tribe members and suffer a little.
At this time, the old chief also came over. He was in good spirits, but he looked older, but in fact the old chief was only forty years old.
"Chief." The tribes greeted respectfully.
Gula also shouted, "Sir, if you are in poor health, you should have a good rest."
"It's okay, it's okay." The old chief said with a smile: "Have your realm recovered so much?"
"It has been restored to gold." Gula patted her chest.
"That's good, that's good."
The old chief seemed very happy.
"By the way, where are the other brothers," Gula asked.
A total of eighteen warriors burned their blood to help Rosen recover. His realm fell to this way, so the others naturally became even worse.
After asking, the atmosphere suddenly became a little stiff.
The tribesmen looked at each other with a slightly bitter smile.
Gula was stunned: "What's wrong?"
"They have not recovered yet, and their realm has been falling." The old chief said directly without hiding it.
"how so!!"
"There is no way, the medicinal bath materials are not enough, they can only be all gathered together to help you recover first. Our clan needs a strong enough warrior!" The old chief said seriously: "Otherwise it will be difficult to resist external dangers."
Gula's lips moved and she couldn't speak for a long time.
Even such garbage and harmful medicinal liquids are rare enough for the Zhagu people to enjoy.
"They are not in danger of their lives." Gula asked after a long time of silence.
The old chief shook his head: "Don't worry, at most, he just lost the ability of a warrior, and his physique must be much better than that of an ordinary person."
Gula could only sigh and accept this reality.
At this time, a somewhat tender voice rang out: "It's okay, the master said that he will solve the problem of food and healing medicine."
Everyone looked at it.
Of course, Xiao Naru was speaking, and his childish face was full of seriousness.
Luo Sen poured him a wisp of sword intent every day for him to comprehend. Although he could not understand it at all, he could also feel the power of his master's methods.
The master is much better than the uncles in the clan.
Since the master said that it can be solved, it will definitely be solved.
The people of the tribes were helpless to look at each other.
They all knew what Rosen was going to do.
It's crazy to deal with the platinum peak demon turtle.
After asking, Gula smiled helplessly. The demon turtle at the peak of platinum? I'm afraid he'll die if he breathes out.
Although the benefactor has the strength of Platinum, he is a spiritual cultivation. After losing the spirit of the Cong, his strength has been greatly reduced, and he has been seriously injured and recovered. How can he have that strength?
This...how is this possible?
He asked with his head down: "Little Naru, do you say that his benefactor will solve the problem of food and healing medicine?"
Little Naru nodded heavily: "Yes, this is what the master said."
"How to solve it?"
"Uh..." Little Naru was a little confused.
A child under four years old doesn't know so much? He just simply trusts Rosen.
Gula's hope was dashed and could only shake his head.
Little Naru bulged his mouth. He was young, but he could also clearly feel the distrust of these uncles and aunts in the master, and he couldn't help but get angry.
He turned around and ignored these bad guys.
But everyone obviously has more important things to talk about, and they don’t have time to pay attention to the mood of a little guy.
"Hmph, ignore me, I'll go find my master myself." Little Naru turned his head and ran out angrily, not forgetting to bring his little wooden stick.
It is extremely dangerous to run out alone.
Not to mention a little brat who is less than four years old.
The weakest little magic mouse is not weaker than a four-year-old brat.
But when a little kid is angry, he will not care about his parents' warnings that he will not go out at will.
The tribe members who were in charge of keeping watch didn't care at all, but thought that little Naru was playing hide-and-seek, so they didn't take it to heart and let him run out.
"Well... where did the master go?" Xiao Naru thought for a while.
It seems to be the west.
Little Naru jumped and ran westward.
Then……
He was lucky, he was not in danger.
But after about ten minutes of walking, he felt tired and couldn't walk anymore. The surrounding environment was still gloomy and very terrifying.