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Struggling, he sat up from the ground little by little, the blood on Wang Hu's forehead fell to the ground one by one, and his right hand seemed to be extremely injured, hanging stiffly on the side of his body, and he stood up with the support of his left arm the whole time.

Zhao An used the concealment technique to hide aside, only to see that Wang Hu took off his dirty and bloodstained robe, carefully wiped the blood on his face and body with the clean place inside his clothes, and wiped his face clean little by little.

After doing this, he spat two more mouthfuls into his palm and gently applied it to the wound on his forehead.

Although it seemed that Wang Hu's injuries were very serious, they were only flesh wounds, but the bleeding stopped after a while.

But the following scene that surprised Zhao An happened!

I saw Wang Hu fold the clothes he had taken off before and stuffed them into the storage bag, and then took out a set of clothes that looked clean and neat from the storage bag, put them on his body neatly, and then touched his hair again, and cleaned himself up more carefully.

At this time, Wang Hu was completely different from the person who was beaten up and begged for mercy on his knees, as if they were two people.

After tidying himself up properly, Wang Hu staggered his legs and limped towards the magic sect, but the direction of his travel was not the carved treasure building where Zhao An was.

Zhao An looked at Wang Hu's back, and for some reason a curiosity rose in his heart, and when the longitudinal wind technique was cast, a breeze blew gently, and the whole person disappeared in place......

Along the way, Wang Hu walked in a relatively remote place, twists and turns, walking in the clouds, and even a few times Zhao An almost lost, but fortunately, Wang Hu had an injury on his leg, and he didn't walk fast, and after half an hour, Wang Hu finally stopped outside a small cabin.

Wang Hu raised his hands and was about to push the door in, but he still stood outside the house, cautiously stretched out his clothes, and cleaned himself up again, after making sure that there was no blood on his face and body, he showed a happy look and pushed open the door of the cabin, as if there was an extremely important person inside.

Who the hell is there?

Seeing this, Zhao An was even more curious, and the whole person was like a gust of wind, and he gently jumped to the top of the wooden house, and his divine sense swept down, showing the situation in the house at a glance.

Although the wooden house was not large, three-quarters of it had been opened into a large room, and the room was filled with all kinds of magic books and cinnabar rune paper, and even some broken flying swords.

In the middle of the room sat a young man sitting cross-legged on a cushion in the middle of the room, holding a book of spells in his hands, and after reading it carefully a few times, he put it aside, then exhaled deeply, closed his eyes and spit it out.

Zhao An looked carefully, the young man was only a second-layer cultivator, and he looked a little similar to Wang Hu, so it should be the younger brother of Wang Hu that they said.

Except for this room, the rest of the wooden house can almost be described as cramped and crowded.

Originally, the cabin was not big, and most of the locations were used as the teenager's cultivation room, after Wang Hu entered the room, he looked at the younger brother who was cultivating in the room through the crack in the door, and there was a hint of relief in his eyes, and he didn't dare to disturb the young man's cultivation, just tiptoed to the side, squatted in a place similar to the stove, and with a slight wave of his right hand, he was about to cast a small spell to make a fire.

But Wang Hu didn't think that this time it affected the wound, and there was a painful sound in his mouth.

"Hmm......" Wang Hu's mouth snorted, his left hand was dead, and his right arm was dead, showing a painful expression.

"Did you do it on purpose? I just calmed down and cultivated, what are you calling there! It makes me forget the path of spiritual power, and I have to start over!"

Suddenly, an angry scream came, and then the young man ran out of the room with a flutter, rushed to Wang Hu, and said angrily,

"What are you doing today, why are you coming back so late! Don't you know I've been hungry all day?"

"Big brother has something to do outside today, come back late, you're hungry, right, brother, I'll get you food." ”

Wang Hu saw Wang Lung rushing out, for fear that the other party would see that his arm was injured, so he immediately put down his left hand and said with a guilty face, "Xiaolong, you go back to practice first, and the eldest brother will call you after you have eaten." ”

"What to eat! Every day except for steamed buns, it is steamed buns! What I want is a spiritual stone for cultivation!"

Wang Lung roared, "How can I improve my cultivation without spirit stones, how can I have the opportunity to participate in the battle of the Heavenly Mandate Tower, you know every day that you are messing around outside, and you never care about me!"

"Gnaw on your broken steamed buns!" said that, Wang Lung shook off hatefully, as if he didn't bother to look at Wang Hu again.

"Oops!" Suddenly, Wang Lung seemed to have tripped over something, staggered a little, and almost didn't fall, looking down, it was a mass of torn clothes that came out of nowhere.

The clothes were dirty, and there was faint blood stains on them, but they were not conspicuous in the night, or maybe Wang Lung didn't bother to look at them at all, so he scolded himself, and then slammed the door into the house, sat down on the cushion on the ground again, picked up the Taoist technique he had just seen, and re-watched it a few times before closing his eyes again and cultivating.

In the dark, Wang Hu squatted in front of the stove, his whole expression was a little trance, and he took a deep breath, as if he wanted to sigh.

But Zhao An saw that Wang Hu was about to sigh, and he was afraid that the sound would be too loud and affect Wang Long's cultivation, so he swallowed it silently.

Gently rubbing his injured right hand, Wang Hu cast a small spell with his left hand to light the fire in the stove, then took out some rice and water from the side, put it in it and boiled it, and then took out two steamed buns from the storage bag, put them next to the stove, and heated them together.

After a while, Wang Hu endured the pain in his arm, and brought the steamed buns and porridge to Wang Lung's room with some difficulty.

"Why don't you bother me!"

Wang Hu whispered apologetically, "I'm sorry, brother didn't know that you worked so hard and bothered you." Looking at the Taoist book in front of Wang Lung that had been turned over many times, Wang Hu whispered,

"Hungry, you eat something, your cultivation must be gradual, you can't try to be quick for a while, and your state of mind must also pay attention to peace and stability, you can't ......"

"It's endless, you're muttering to me every day, your cultivation has been stuck in the fourth layer of condensation, and you can't break through again, and you're embarrassed to teach me?

Wang Lung looked impatient, he didn't take Wang Hu's words to heart at all, Wang Hu said a word and he wanted to reply to him, without giving the other party any face.

Wang Hu's face darkened, he lowered his head and put the food on the ground, and without saying more, he pushed the door and left quietly.

Zhao An saw all this in his eyes, and saw that after Wang Hu left, Wang Lung ate all the steamed buns and other things he sent, and scolded casually after eating,

"It's really useless, you can only eat broken steamed buns for me all day long. ”

After speaking, Wang Lung picked up the Dao Law Book in his hand again and looked at it for a long time, then he sat down again, closed his eyes and cultivated.

"This man's qualifications are so poor. Zhao Anxin said secretly.

For others, this thin booklet has long been familiar with it after turning it through a few times, but in just a short period of time, Wang Lung has read it several times, and every time it is interrupted, he has to start all over again, saying that he is cultivating, but in fact it is a waste of time.

On the other side, Wang Hu returned to the narrow corner alone, drank two mouthfuls of the remaining hot soup from the stove, opened the storage bag, and poured out half a shriveled steamed bun and more than twenty spirit stones.

"Alas......"

Sighing silently, Wang Hu also sat cross-legged on the ground, just about to crush a spirit stone in his hand and absorb the spiritual power inside to cultivate, but after thinking about it, he slowly put his hand down, looked at the spirit stone quite reluctantly, and then stood up and walked to Wang Long's room with the only remaining spirit stone.

"Xiaolong, brother earned some spirit stones today, you take them to cultivate first. ”

"You have a spirit stone, why didn't you give it to me at the beginning?!"

When Wang Lung heard the word spirit stone, instead of showing joy, he complained with a face, "I think you are selfish! I know that my cultivation is at the key point now, and what I lack the most is the spirit stone, and you still hide it and refuse to give it to me!"

"This little bunny!"

When Zhao An saw this, he gritted his teeth in his heart and scolded secretly. Although he was just a spectator, he was angry to death when he saw what Wang Lung had done.

When Wang Hu heard Wang Long's words, his body was slightly shocked, his face was pale, his lips trembled and he couldn't speak, his eyes couldn't tell whether he was wronged or desperate, his left hand holding the storage bag tightened and tightened, and finally slowly let go, gently put the storage bag on the ground, and then turned to leave.

"Waste ......"

Looking at Wang Hu's back, Wang Lung spit out, and then stood up with joy, picked up the storage bag, poured out the spirit stones in it, and couldn't wait to absorb it.

Walking out of the cabin, Wang Hu showed a painful look on his face, leaned against a tree and sat down, lifted his robe and looked at the injuries on his body.

Xu was in pain, and from time to time he let out a low muffled snort.

"Alas, there are only two spirit stones left in my hand. What can I do tomorrow?" Wang Hu's shoulders were a little stiff, and he looked ahead in distraction, his face full of worry.

A breeze blew gently in front of you, followed by a voice,

"How many spirit stones do you need?"

Wang Hu was startled, stood up suddenly, but he didn't move his injured leg, the whole body was crooked and almost didn't fall, and after seeing the person in front of him, Wang Hu was shocked,

"You, why are you here!"

This person is none other than Zhao An.