Chen Qingqiu's fingertips touched the white jade-like grass, and they were thrilled by ice. She heard a soft murmur:

"Get out, get out of here."

Is that what it said to her? Chen Qingqiu raised his eyebrows in surprise, knowing that after cultivating the Tu Shan Gong Method, he had discovered this special skill, and he had never heard the plant say anything more to her than drinking water and basking in the sun.

"You want me to leave? You tell me...... What plant are you? ”

The hand was attached to the plant again, but the message was still intermittently "get away". Chen Qingqiu was stunned for a moment, and felt a little regretful in his heart. She scrambled to her feet and walked along the white grass. In the center of a large area, there is a white grass that grows particularly tall, and the main branch grows as thick as a thumb, white and flawless, and the beauty is unusual.

As Chen Qingqiu walked, mist slowly rose from the grass under her feet. She put her finger on the thickest white grass, and immediately a loud "leave" sounded in her head.

"Leave, human, leave."

"What are you?"

Chen Qingqiu thought for a moment, followed the tricks of the exercises, and tried to extract the spiritual power from the dantian. This is a small trick, originally only a capable demon hunter can force the spiritual power out of the materialization, but there is such a way in this exercise.

The pale green light jumped on Chen Qingqiu's fingertips, and the white grass, which had been standing, approached her fingertips at this time. Chen Qingqiu laughed, his peach blossom eyes were slightly bent, and he shook his fingertips farther away:

"Tell me first, what are you?"

"Eat, eat, eat! Fog moss, fog moss! ”

Chen Qingqiu was stunned for a moment, the white jade-like branches had already climbed to her fingertips, and she hurriedly plunged into the green light, and the light gradually disappeared.

After absorbing the spiritual power, the fog moss seemed to be full, rubbing Chen Qingqiu's fingers. Before she could react, there was a click, and a white branch landed on Chen Qingqiu's palm.

"What is this?"

There was no answer from the other side, just a faint happy murmur. Chen Qingqiu stood up, only to find that after a while, his surroundings were covered with white fog again.

But unlike before, those white mist couldn't break through at a distance of five centimeters from her side. The branches given by this fog moss have the miraculous effect of not letting the fog get close. Chen Qingqiu looked at the branch in surprise for a while, it was only the size of a knuckle, and it was warm and cold to the touch.

"Great......"

With the help of this thing, Chen Qingqiu relied on the direction he had just identified, and walked out of the fog in less than twenty minutes. After putting away the fog moss branches, Chen Qingqiu called Ah Fu's name again.

It's a pity that outside the grove, there is still no response.