Looking at Su Muhan's departing back, the Mountain King couldn't help but sigh.

How is this situation different from the prophecy that Master said......

Maybe there's something wrong?

The king of the mountain could only comfort himself in this way, and then continued to meditate and practice the method of breathing.

However, this breathing practice did not last long before the king heard the sound of eating fruit with relish beside him.

When I opened my eyes, it was her again......

"What kind of fruit is this? It's really delicious! ”

Su Muhan thought to himself that he had eaten countless delicacies in the world, but this yellow and prickly fruit was really a delicacy that could not be tasted in the world!

This fruit is not only sweet, but more importantly, every bite of this fruit can nourish the body with spiritual energy, as if every cell of the body is soaked in moisture.

"This is called the vine spirit fruit, it only grows in the shade of the Dragon Cliff, and there will be no other places."

The King of the Mountain looked at the large and small fruits that Su Muhan was holding in his hand, and he didn't know what his expression should be.

Cranberry Spirit Fruit, Su Muhan has never heard of it, but it doesn't matter, it's delicious, that's enough.

After a few fruits, Su Muhan found that his body seemed to be a little lighter, and the aura generated in his body seemed to be getting richer and stronger.

At this moment, the hunger pangs have all dissipated, and it is not at all like other ordinary fruits that cannot be satisfied.

"You've already washed the marrow?"

The Mountain King glanced at Su Muhan's luck test a few times, and saw at a glance Su Muhan's general realm at this time.

In this regard, Su Muhan was not surprised, because he must have such strength, so Su Muhan did not answer this obvious question, and asked instead:

"By the way, what's your name?"

The anger eased somewhat, so Su Muhan involuntarily asked.

"Song Sizhe." The king of the mountain did not hide it.

"My name is Su Muhan, don't you feel bored and panicked when you practice alone in such a deserted place?"

"I don't think, how did you get in?" Song Sizhe, the king of the mountain, cherished words like gold, and in just ten words, he not only answered Su Muhan, but also threw out the questions he was most concerned about.

"How did you get in? Walked in, what's the problem? Su Muhan's face was full of doubts.

Is there anything wrong with this Dragon Cliff?

Dismount at the base of the mountain and walk up the mountain, just like you would normally climb.

Song Sizhe did not respond, of course, maybe this is the best answer.

So, the two sides had no words and dispersed.

Song Sizhe continued to meditate and practice, while Su Muhan walked out of the burrow and looked up at the stars, which were really close and beautiful.

Su Muhan never understood that the height of this dragon cliff measured by footsteps was indeed not high, but standing on the top of this mountain at this moment, why was it a distance where one hand could pick up the stars?

So Su Muhan also found a secluded location, and also began to meditate and practice, inducing qi into the body.

But this process didn't last long, Song Sizhe suddenly took the initiative to come over and interrupted Su Muhan's practice:

"Is there something wrong with your constitution?"

As soon as Su Muhan opened his eyes, he saw that the small flowers and grasses around his body had all withered, even on the top of the Dragon Cliff Mountain, where the aura was extremely abundant, these fragile flowers and plants still could not escape this catastrophe.

Just like when I was in Su Mansion, the scene outside the gate of the West Chamber.

Of course, Su Muhan didn't think there was anything wrong with this, devouring the aura of the weeds saved the time of hoeing, the best of both worlds, why not?