"Gugu...sque...oh..." Tang Junhou pulled Gu Fenghua and screamed strangely again.
"Don't worry, it's not really dumb, and you don't need to detoxify. It's better to wait until the poison passes." Although he couldn't understand what he was calling, Gu Fenghua still understood that he was asking for help from him and said comfortingly.
The silent fruit of the jade is not very toxic, except for being temporarily dumb, it does not harm the body, but it is extremely troublesome to refine the corresponding detoxification pill. Gu Fenghua was too anxious to go to the Yungu to waste time on him.
Besides, this guy is not very capable, but he is very brave. No matter whether he knows or not, he dares to eat any fruit, so that he can have a better memory. By the way, he can be quiet for a few days, and from time to time he can hear his unreliable clamor, Gu Fenghua also
A little annoying.
"Oh..." After hearing Gu Fenghua say this, Tang Junhou breathed a long sigh of relief, stuffed the silent fruit of jade into his mouth and started to chew it, with his expression as cheerful as possible.
"You can still eat?" Luo Enen looked at Tang Junhou like a monster.
Others forget to hurt the scar after healing, but this guy suffered only after healing. The scar has not healed yet, why did he forget it so quickly?
Gu Fenghua and others couldn't understand what he was calling out, but they could barely understand his disapproval of it: Anyway, the poison is not dead, it's just a few days of muteness, it doesn't matter, just continue to eat it.
It seems that I am still too optimistic. Unless I poison myself one day, it is not that easy to make this guy have a memory?
He ignored him and the group left the yard, led by Fang Yunsong and continued to rush towards Chengyun Valley.
The deeper you go into the mountain of Chengyun, the more dangerous the terrain becomes, and the deeper the clouds and mists spreading among the mountains are. If you can't walk with the wind, it will be difficult for the group to climb mountains and cross ridges.
With their cultivation of the Nine-level Saint and even the Emperor Saint today, there is no need to say anything more about ordinary disciples of the sect. There are fewer people along the way, and there are fewer people walking on the path winding in the mountains.
Weeds are overgrown, and even large sections are hidden among the thorns in the dense forest.
Fortunately, Fang Yunsong has been here several times and has some impressions. He has carefully identified them all the way, so he has not lost his way. However, as this happens, their speed has slowed down a lot.
"Elder Fang, how far is it?" Before we knew it, a few more days passed, but in front of us, the undulating mountains in the distance appeared and disappeared among the clouds, as if endless and never reached the end. Gu Fenghua
Asked worriedly.
As the days Mo Qingqiu said were getting closer, if you didn’t arrive at Chengyun Valley in time, you would be a big mistake.
"It's almost done, it's not far from climbing this mountain." Fang Yunsong said and speeded up.
As he said, he climbed over the mountain below his feet and his eyes suddenly lit up.
Although the clouds and mists are still misty in the distance, and a mountain is undulating and stacked like an ink painting, the scene in front of you is as clear as a wash, with a radius of thousands of miles away. The peaks protrude, and waterfalls flow down like dragons.
Leaping into the abyss is as beautiful as a fairyland on earth.
All the fog dissipated, but if you look closely, you will find that there is still a thick fog between the strange peaks. From a distance, it looks like a dragon coiling in the mountains.
"That's Chengyun Valley." Fang Yunsong said, pointing to the thick fog.