This night was Xu Qing's busiest night since he arrived in the Snowy Mountains. He felt like a top tonight, spinning around endlessly until Wei Damao asked someone to take him to a prepared mine to rest.
He finally calmed down for the time being. He lay on the wooden bed. His body was obviously very tired, but his brain cells were very excited. He was tossing and turning and couldn't fall asleep. He was still playing with the emerald tree with dripping green color in his hand.
Still reluctant to let go.
Looking closely, this jade tree is more than two feet long. Its tentacles are warm, but its texture is not pure and flawless high-quality jade. The veins between the tree stems and leaves are clearly discernible. If Xu Qing hadn't watched it emerge from the mine.
What grows on the wall may be mistaken for a golden jade tree carved by a master jade carver. The strange thing is that the material on the surface of the jade tree is very soft, you can clearly feel it when you pinch it with your fingers, and every branch is soft.
It can be bent to a certain extent without breaking. It is an ingenious thing.
Xu Qing has seen a lot of jade, but no nephrite can be as flexible as this jade tree. The material of this jade tree completely subverts the previous understanding of jade materials, and there is one strangest thing
He could feel that the emerald tree contained abundant spiritual energy, but there was no reaction from the clairvoyant eyes. This was the first time he encountered this situation.
Xu Qing pinched a heart-shaped leaf at the top with two fingers, and tried a little harder to test how tough it was. Unexpectedly, he rolled the leaf 360 degrees and it didn't break.
After turning it hard for half a turn, the petiole snapped.
Chichi——
The moment the petiole was broken, streams of rich spiritual energy spurted out from the break, and instantly fell into Xu Qing's eyes. The speed was so fast that he had no time to react. The next moment, a bone-chilling feeling spread from his eyes to his whole body.
He trembled and threw away the emerald tree in his hand, turned over and jumped out of bed.
The jade tree thrown on the ground was not damaged at all. Xu Qing covered his eyes and rushed to the desk in the north corner of the mine. He reached out and grabbed a hot blood bag from the table, tinkered with it a few times and quickly applied it to his eyes.
Fortunately, he was prepared and asked Wei Damao to bring a hot water bottle and put it on the table.
After applying the hot compress for more than half an hour, Xu Qing felt that his eyes gradually returned to normal. He grabbed the hot water bottle and put it aside. He quickly walked towards the emerald tree lying on the ground. He bent down to pick up the emerald tree and turned it over to take a look, with a smile on his face.
There was a hint of surprise, because he found that the broken part of the leaf had been sealed by a transparent film, and no spiritual energy escaped.
This emerald tree is like a real plant growing in nature. Once it is injured, the wound will secrete a layer of mucus. This is a self-protection measure. Just like a person will get scars after being injured, this emerald tree actually also
A thin film will be formed on the injured area to prevent the escape of spiritual energy. I really admire the magic of nature's creation.
But then Xu Qing discovered an embarrassing problem. He became a pot-bellied man again. Fortunately, it did not affect his actions. He at least knew that the spiritual energy contained in this emerald tree was so rich that it was terrifying.
Pulling out a leaf would save him from sitting in the mine for a few days. He would not dare to try it again tonight, otherwise wouldn't it be courting death to fight a snow mastiff with a big belly tomorrow morning?
The next day, the first ray of morning light fell from the eastern sky to the sunny slope. Xu Qing had arrived here as promised. Although he had a hard time last night, when he got up this morning, he unexpectedly found that his energy was surprisingly good. His footsteps were light and swollen on the ground.
My Dantian has returned to its original appearance, but there are two shallow orange peel lines left on my belly. It seems that I have to be more careful when absorbing the aura of the emerald tree in the future. Otherwise, why would I be laughed at if I have orange peel lines on my belly?
Xu Qing stood on the sunny slope where he was beaten yesterday. He couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. The sudden change in the Snow Mastiff's face probably meant that the Jintong gang had recently disturbed its peace by mining jade mines on the top of the mountain. It was also possible that the jade mine on the Snowy Mountains had disturbed its peace.
The hole was originally its kennel, but the dog's thoughts are different from those of humans...
Ouch!
A low roar interrupted Xu Qing's thoughts. The snow mastiff's vigorous figure flew out from the woods opposite. The bushes behind him fell with its figure, and some of them snapped into pieces.
It took two pieces, and it turned out to be a ferocious ancient beast.
The snow mastiff's four paws landed on the ground with a muffled sound, and several shallow pits were dug out of the soil under the claws, raising a little bit of light yellow mud. It held its head high and its chest, and stared coldly at the opposite side with a pair of blood-red eyes.
Xu Qing seemed to have a condescending air.
A solemn look appeared on Xu Qing's face. He pulled out the Longyuan Sword from his waist with his backhand, keeping his other hand in his pocket and holding the roll of blood-changing silk. He found that the Snow Mastiff's two front paws had bands
There are a few dark red spots, which if you guessed correctly should be dried blood.
The Snow Mastiff didn't seem to have its opponent in its eyes at all. It sniffed and raised its head, and a cold voice sounded in Xu Qing's mind.
"Do you also regard a few stray hairs that have been transformed from blood for a hundred years as treasures? Feel free to take them out and use them. Today I want to see how many attacks you can block."
Xu Qing's heart skipped a beat and he thought to himself, this face-changing dog has a really smart nose. Isn't it really afraid of blood turning into silk? Pull it down, don't use it if you don't need it. Today I will let you taste the taste of the palm of the hand... Thinking of this,
He simply sheathed the Long Yuan Sword with his backhand, and took a stance with both palms.
At this moment, the snow mastiff on the opposite side pressed its front paws to the ground and flew up. It opened its bloody mouth and pounced towards him. Two sharp cone-like fangs flashed with a faint light. There was still a piece of hair sandwiched between the teeth of this fierce beast.
The pale finger was clearly a human finger, and the most eye-catching thing was that there was a sparkling diamond ring on the belly of the finger.
Xu Qing's eyes flashed, and he turned his palms up to greet him. He used the third form of the Palm Technique to overcome calamity. This Palm Technique was created by the Patriarch Bodhidharma in his later years. He did not intend to hurt others, but only wanted to save them.
Man, the third form of "Resurrection from Disaster" is the best defensive palm technique in the world. When facing the enemy in battle, he slaps it with one palm. The energy at the intersection of the two palms creates a high-speed rotating vortex. All external forces are like a mud cow entering the sea, and the high-speed rotating vortex is
The vortex of energy swallows you up and drives you away. Don't seek to hurt others and protect yourself without worries.
The Snow Mastiff slapped Xu Qing's head with its claws, making a soft sound. The big head buried between the claws sank down, and bit Xu Qing's wrist. If it was bitten by it, even an iron tree as big as a bowl would be hit.
It would be crushed on the spot, let alone human bones.
Xu Qing had two mastiff paws on his palms. Seeing that the two rows of sharp teeth were about to bite his wrists, he calmly lowered and raised his elbows, and a swirling energy surged out of his arms, unexpectedly blowing a lion-sized penis.
The snow mastiff bounced out, and the defensive palm technique known as the best in the world was indeed well-deserved.