The Great Wild God Chapter 2: So hard work


  

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After a long period of heavy rain, the rain gradually decreased.

The rocks on the cliffs that were washed away by the rainstorm continued to roll down, causing the cliffs to bang and bang, which also made Chen Xun take back his mind from the memories of the past and return to the reality before him.

Chen Xun felt unlucky and delayed the rainstorm for so long. Today, there is not enough time to climb up the mountain in front to collect black bell grass.

The cliffs are slippery, bringing many unknown dangers, and Chen Xun thinks that the weather can only be cleared and passed.

Although the rain has stopped outside the mountain, there is still a faint sound of surging water in the distance.

Such a heavy rain, the mountain torrents formed between the slopes and valleys must be huge.

Chen Xun listened to the sound of the water, thinking that the mountain torrent should erupt not far away.

He was not reconciled to return to the village without any gain, thinking that maybe something good would be brought out of Mangyaling by the flash flood.

The grass and trees on the cliff were all wet. At this time, it was not as cold as it was when it was foggy in the morning. Chen Xun took off the animal clothing and put it in the medicine basket and left his upper body naked.

When climbing the mountain early in the morning, the exposed arms were scratched with blood from the rocks. At this time, the scars were already scarred, and the scars were removed, revealing a faint mark, as if it had been healed for several days.

Indeed, the Wumeng, who is stronger than a bull, is a martial artist, and his wounds heal far less quickly than Chen Xun. This is one reason why Chen Xun dared to walk into the mountains alone to find herbs.

Chen Xun thought to himself, this should be the drop of blood made by the heart of the six-armed troll, and the change caused by dripping into his body, right?

In addition to the easier healing of the wound, what made Chen Xun surprised, or dumbfounded, was that the drop of blood melted into his body, and it had the effect of rejuvenating.

He was taken by a troll into this unfamiliar realm, and after walking in the deep mountains and forests for more than two months, he finally met a tribe from the Black Python family who went hunting in the mountains. His appearance turned out to be about ten years old.

This is also the key reason why he pretended to have amnesia and appeared in the depths of Mangyaling inexplicably, and finally let the Wumang tribes take him in.

In addition to rejuvenation and easier wound healing, Chen Xun's strength has also increased rapidly in the past three years.

He looks like he is only about thirteen years old now, but he can carry two or three hundred catties of heavy objects, and he doesn't feel tired after walking over the mountains and ridges for a long time. He is comparable to a beginner-level brute.

It seems that the blood of the six-armed troll was cheap before his death. That drop of blood from his "ant" is really not a mortal thing; Chen Xun guessed that his body should have greater potential to develop, but he Don't know how to develop.

The people of the Wumang tribe have not completely trusted him, so naturally it is impossible to easily pass on the savage martial arts secreted for thousands of years to outsiders.

This is something that Chen Xun regretted for three years.

Savage territories, tribes slaughter, countless beasts and birds of prey, and the power of heaven is raging. If you can't practice barbaric martial arts, ordinary people will find it extremely difficult to survive. There is no way to go out into the mountains and see the outside world...

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Chen Xun tied the medicine basket firmly on his back, held the short handle in his hand, and slid down the steep cliff, followed the sound of water, and crossed a low ridge, and saw the majestic mountain flood sweeping the stone valley. .

Usually, the valley is only more than ten meters wide. At this time, it has exploded more than 20 times. The turbid flood is like a galloping horse, and the chaotic rocks and broken woods that are wrapped down bang loudly against the rock walls on both sides.

Chen Xun lived in the Wumeng Department for three years, and he knew only 30 or 40 kinds of herbs in Mangyaling.

Even if Chen Xun didn't recognize the many grass and trees floating in the muddy flood water, looking at the branches and leaves, he knew that there were many precious herbs.

Occasionally, I saw the corpses of drowned beasts floating and sinking in the flood. Chen Xun wanted to fish one or two of them and bring them back to the village where he could eat for several days.

It's just that the terrain here is too dangerous. If you accidentally slide down a rocky **** and be washed away by a flash flood, even a beginner martial artist will lose your life seven or nine times.

Chen Xun walked downstream along the ridge with the flood, thinking of places where the terrain is open and the flood is not so rushing, maybe there is a chance to catch something good.

With bare ridges and rugged rocks, Chen Xun, like an ape, jumped and ran between the canine tooth and canine ridges, and walked north for a short period of time until he reached the convergence of several mountains.

From the mountain pass, there is a grassy slope. There are several natural mud ditches and troughs staggered. At this time, the flood is so messed up; the flood leaks from the mountain pass, overflows the grass slope, and flows into the North Wild Horse Creek. .

The wild horse creek, where the water is soaring, is more than three to five miles wide at this time, and the water is overflowing everywhere along both banks. Some of the scattered earthen houses of the barbarians have been washed away by the flood, and only some dilapidated walls are faintly visible; countless trees collapsed, Or float downstream with the billowing water.

Although he has lived in this world for three years, Chen Xun is shocked every time he sees such a situation. Looking at the water potential of the Yema Creek, Chen Xun could also know that this torrential rain covered the entire area of ​​the Mangyaling North Mountain.

This is still the mountainous area at the northern foot of Mangyaling Mountain. The wild people can choose to live in highlands.

Out of Mangya Ridge, to the north is the Huze Wasteland.

Chen Xun thought that this torrential rain and mountain torrents would suddenly flood and flood the Huze Plain. Thousands of miles of lakes might become an ocean overnight. I don’t know when the floods will recede.

The grass **** on the south bank of the Yema Creek is three to five hundred meters deep. There are many broken woods, boulders, and dead beast corpses that have been wrapped up from deep mountains and old forests. They were washed ashore not far from the mountain pass. , There is even a roe deer corpse in it.

Roe deer sheep is a specialty of Tushan. It is about the same size as a roe deer. It has a miraculous effect in treating knife wounds and arrows.

Although the roe deer is not a fierce beast and has a very mild temperament, it only appears in the deep ravines of Tushan cliffs, and its traces are hard to find; Mangyaling is only a branch of Tushan, which is even rarer.

The big tribes, or the vendors who ventured through Mangyaling from Canglan City, are usually willing to pay a large price to buy the roe deer sheep that the tribes occasionally hunt.

Chen Xun has only seen images of roe deer sheep in the silk book "Western Wilderness Classic". He did not expect that this torrential rain would drown a roe deer sheep and let the flood rush out of the mountain.

Chen Xun put down the medicine basket and picked up a big tree branch to explore the way. He waded through the rapids that flooded his chin at the deepest level. His body was swaying, and he finally passed through two trenches. Walked to the roe deer sheep.

The roe deer sheep died long ago, and it went down with the mountain torrents. Except for the two corners above the head, the damage was not particularly serious.

Chen Xun tied the roe deer sheep to his back, when another beast corpse rushed down from the mountain pass.

The corpse of this beast was so huge that the flood rushed out of the mountain pass, like a small boat overturned, lay across the opening of a trench, and was soon pushed onto the beach by the torrent of water.

Huge ferocious head, half cut off from something, it is burnt black, and the whole body's jet black scale armor emits cold light, but it is not damaged; the two complete sharp long fangs are even more daunting. , From a distance, you would know that it is definitely a wild alien species found in the deepest part of Mangyaling.

This kind of unusually tyrannical wild species, which can not be avoided by advanced martial arts, will never easily die from ordinary flash floods.

Chen Xun saw the head of the alien beast scorched and thought that maybe it was killed by lightning in the mountains.

When Chen Xun was brought to this world by a troll, he had seen countless animals and birds of prey in the depths of Mangyaling, instantly being smashed into powder by the mighty lightning, and he was always in awe of thunder and lightning.

The black-scaled alien beast in front of me looked tyrannical and killed by thunder and lightning, so it was not surprising.

If the black scale alien beast was alive, Chen Xun thought that it would not be enough to plug it between his teeth, but at this time the black scale alien beast was already dead, which made him happy.

The more advanced wild animals are, apart from flesh and blood which is a great tonic for martial arts training, the skin, teeth, muscles and bones are all strange treasures.

Chen Xun walked over and tapped his fangs with a short spear, and there was a sound of gold and stone; each piece of the jet black scale armor was the size of a palm, and it felt more metal-like cold to the touch. It was a piece of armor that was peeled off.

This made Chen Xun even more happy: an extraordinary species!

This one strange beast alone is worth thousands of ordinary beasts!

However, Chen Xun looked at the giant black scale beast with worry.

He grabbed the front hooves of the black scale beast and carried it on his shoulders. The black scale beast remained motionless on the grass beach, exhausted its strength to feed on the grass, and dragged it about ten meters away on the grass beach.

Oh my God, how does he drag this black scale beast back?

The hunting area of ​​the Wumeng Division has been exited along the Yema Creek, and the Black Mountain, where the tribes live on the north shore, is definitely not a good crop.

Now that the rainstorm has just passed, the Yema Creek is very fast and the floods are flooding, but I think with toes, and I know that the people of the Black Mountain will soon find a way to cross the Yema Creek and go to the south bank to find those deep in Mangyaling. A good thing washed out by the flood.

Many wild tribes living in the Western Wilderness have always loved and hated torrential rains and torrents.

Chen Xun thought for a moment, and immediately carried the roe deer in the medicine basket on his back, then took out a rope to tie the four hooves of the black scale beast, pushed it into the water, and dragged it against the current.

Chen Xun thought about dragging the giant beast across the mountain pass, hiding it in the hidden stone ditch, and then going back to lead the clan of the clan to quietly carry it away.

The pressure of the mountain torrents has not weakened yet, and the rope is deeply tightening Chen Xun's shoulders. Every step taken, Chen Xun's thin shoulders seem to be cut off at any time.

The black scale beast sinks far more than water. It sinks when it enters the water, but it can borrow the buoyancy of water to make Chen Xun move.

The four hooves of the black scale beast were tied with four thumb-thick grass ropes. At this time, they were stretched like a bowstring, but they were not broken by the flood.

The rope is woven from black bell grass. The black bell grass is a product of Mangyaling. It is a rope with strong toughness and thin fingers, which is comparable to a wire rope.

Chen Xun has been in this world for three years, and many things are not surprising.

He can now lift five to six hundred catties; he can carry two to three hundred catties, and he won't be tired after running all over the mountain for a long time.

He can be said to be a monster when he is placed on the earth, but he is only a "weak and weak" young man compared with the mid-level brutal martial artist of the enlightened barbaric soul of the Wobman Division.

Chen Xun's body arched up like a shrimp, with his hands and feet firmly on the ground, grasping the rocks, as if every step he took, he had to squeeze his whole body out of strength.

The heart beats like a giant drum, almost jumping out of the chest.

He gritted his teeth like this, moving forward step by step.

After turning over the stone beams that flooded from the mountain pass, Chen Xun was already exhausted with blood and blood. Not only was his strength squeezed out, but the organs in his body seemed to be broken into pieces.

Chen Xun dragged the black scale beast to the shore, stuck in the cracks of the stone to prevent the flood from washing down, and spit out, red and bright blood.

He reluctantly struggled, turning out the piece of animal meat in Yaolouzi, and swallowing it into his stomach~IndoMTL.com~Chen Xun was not worried about squeezing his body in this way and what damage would be left afterwards .

After that drop of demon blood penetrates into his body, his body needs this kind of extreme squeeze close to collapse, and therefore can he develop greater potential.

This is also the only way he can develop his body's potential after three years of pondering.

Like the current situation, as long as there is enough food and medicinal materials afterwards, not only will the body not be damaged due to overwork, but the strength will increase significantly and the body will become stronger.

His body seems to have been tempered by the drop of magic blood that has penetrated into the body, or it is being tempered by this method of pressing the limit.

This is somewhat similar to the principles of the Wumang tribe who practiced martial arts and tempered their blood.

He swallowed the six or seven catties of beast meat. After a while, Chen Xun felt that his body hadn't slowed down. He secretly said that he did not expect to drag the beast corpse into the mountain until three or four. One hundred meters, the pressure on the body is so severe.

After the body is squeezed to its limit, if you want to develop your potential and temper your body, you must have enough food or pills to supplement your consumption. Otherwise, your body will be weak for several days to slowly recover.

This is the valuable experience Chen Xun has summed up over the past three years.


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