Zhang Xiaohu slowly got up, stood on one leg, and looked coldly at the demon wolves around him with a bloodstain.

The demon wolves trembled, slowly retreated, and suddenly turned around, and more than twenty demon wolves fled in embarrassment towards the dense forest.

Zhang Yifan and the three of them had been there for a long time, stupidly watching Zhang Xiaohu show his might, but his head couldn't accept the defeat of the demon wolf king for a while.

"Hehe" Zhang Xiaohu grinned, smiled at the three of them a few times, couldn't support it anymore, and fell softly on the demon wolf king.

This battle has been a long time, but in fact it is only a dozen breaths, and Zhang Yifan and a few people over there have not killed a few demon wolves, and the battle here is over.

It's just that every blow exhausts the strength of the whole body, and every time the spirit is exhausted, the two sides fight to the end, just like the martial arts master has no moves, completely shirtless, and opens the hand-to-hand combat mode.

As soon as he scared away the remaining demon wolves, Zhang Xiaohu no longer had the strength to stand up, and fell directly on the demon wolf king, panting heavily.

The two golden pills supported Zhang Yifan and walked to Zhang Xiaohu with each other.

Looking at Zhang Xiaohu's tattered clothes, Zhang Yifan couldn't help laughing.

Sitting next to Zhang Xiaohu, leaning on the body of the Demon Wolf King, Zhang Yifan took a few breaths, took a medicine bottle from the storage bag and handed it over.

"Give"

Zhang Xiaohu turned his head sideways and looked at the bottle weakly, "What is it?"

"Good things, my brother rewarded you, sugar, delicious" Zhang Yifan said funny.

Zhang Xiaohu didn't believe it, snorted, took it and poured it in his hand, a smell of medicine came to his nose, as if he just smelled it, and the injuries on his body were much better, and the elixir was covered with a faint circle of medicine, and he knew that it was a good thing at a glance.

Zhang Yifan took out a few more medicine bottles, handed two to Jin Dan, and took one himself, and the four of them sat quietly to heal.

As soon as the elixir entered the abdomen, it turned into a hot gas, and after a while, the whole person was hot, and the wound on the chest slowly changed from gray to bright red blood, and it looked like it was closing little by little.

In the skin near the wound, grains of black blood were slowly squeezed out, and the color changed from black to blood.

At this time, Zhang Xiaohu felt that his body had regained a little strength, the wound no longer hurt, and the whole person was much more comfortable.

"Good Medicine"

Zhang Xiaohu usually relies on his perverted recovery power to heal his injuries, but he didn't expect this Zhang Yifan to have such a magic elixir in his hands.

"I just don't care if I'm full"

Muttered, took out a few pieces of jerky from the storage bag, looked up, the two gold pills were still busy healing, Zhang Yifan opened his eyes, but at this time, he didn't know what to take out of the storage bag, and drank it in a big gulp.

"Do you want to have some?" Zhang Xiaohu handed over.

"Hungry?" Zhang Yifan took a piece, took a bite, and handed over the thing in his hand again.

"What is it?" Zhang Xiaohu asked.

"Good stuff"

Zhang Xiaohu didn't say much, just poured it into his mouth, only to feel a cold feeling poured directly into his stomach, and instantly turned into a fire, burning his entire body, his body was like a hungry and thirsty land, desperately absorbing heat, and the energy that was almost used up quickly condensed at this time.

Zhang Xiaohu looked at Zhang Yifan in surprise, this is the first time he has seen this kind of thing that can recover quickly.

"Haha, I didn't lie to you" Zhang Yifan took it from Zhang Xiaohu's hand, poured a few mouthfuls into his mouth, and threw it back.

Zhang Xiaohu looked at the bottle in his hand and said, "What is this, so powerful?"

"Hehe, the ancestors used it to supplement spiritual power, do you say it's powerful?" Zhang Yifan said proudly

Zhang Yifan looked at the two golden pills who were still meditating, and said regretfully, "If it weren't for the fact that only the strong bodies of our body refiners could bear it, I would have given them some to drink."

Zhang Xiaohu reversed the bottle mouth and poured it into his mouth, it was so refreshing, and even his body felt a little full.

Reluctantly took the last drop of liquid, Zhang Xiaohu lay on the demon wolf king contentedly, didn't think about anything, just lay down.

Zhang Yifan put his hands under his head, squinting at the sun in the sky, "I thought I was going to die today, but I didn't expect you to be so interested that you actually killed this demon wolf king."

"I can't think of it either" Zhang Xiaohu also couldn't believe it, in the end, the demon king who was about to advance, why did he fall into his hands like this.

Zhang Yifan turned his head sideways and gave a thumbs up, "Niu, you are too good"

After a while, he said leisurely, "I always thought that this body refiner was at this level, no matter how powerful he was, he couldn't catch up with the qi practitioner, how did I know that I was wrong today, it turned out that the body refiner did the same."

Zhang Yifan was very loved by his ancestors when he was born, and he thought he would be a qi practitioner since he was a child, but who knew that he couldn't open the spirit at the age of ten, which surprised everyone.

Although the ancestor still loves him the same, and the people around him have not changed, he always feels that there is someone pointing fingers behind him, and he likes to eat when he is unhappy, and finally eats into a big fat man.

However, an accident happened, the ancestor inadvertently passed on Zhang Yifan's body refining exercises, and he didn't expect any results, but he just thought that if he could refine his body, at least his body would be much stronger, and the disease would be much less, and his life would be longer in the future.

Who knew that Zhang Yifan couldn't practice qi, but he was a body refining genius, and in just twenty years, he had advanced to the refining period, and most of the people of the same age were still building the foundation, and the best was just Jindan, and he was just on an equal footing.

You must know that all this is still caused by Zhang Yifan's unintentional cultivation, I really don't know what kind of results Zhang Yifan will have if he concentrates on cultivation.

It's just that since he was a child, Zhang Yifan received the education that the body refiner can only be used as a supporting role for the qi practitioner, fighting at the same level, the body refiner can never fight the qi practitioner, plus he can't practice the qi, Zhang Yifan always feels that there is someone pointing fingers behind him, so Zhang Yifan doesn't want to practice at all, not only does he not want to cultivate, but he even has some resistance.

Who knows that he keeps eating and drinking all kinds of delicacies every day, a large amount of aura is integrated into the body, and he has to practice if he doesn't practice, otherwise his stomach will swell, but if he doesn't eat, Zhang Yifan can't stop his mouth, just like that, Zhang Yifan eats little by little until he refines the dirt.

Thinking back to the wasted time in the past, Zhang Yifan secretly decided in his heart that he must cultivate hard after he goes back, since Zhang Xiaohu can do it, why can't he do it himself, maybe it will be even more powerful, give those who look down on him a good look.

At this time, the two golden pills also ended their healing, and they took out a lot of elixirs and began to take them, and the injuries on their bodies were healed, and what they needed most at present was to restore their spiritual power, and there was still an endless forest sea here, who knew what would happen next, maybe it was a demon beast, or maybe a monk.

Zhang Yifan touched Zhang Xiaohu with his elbow, "I said, what tricks do you have to teach my brother, so that my brother can also be majestic."

"There are no tricks, I have practiced them all by myself, and no one has taught me" Zhang Xiaohu looked depressed.

Even the strength was cultivated by himself unintentionally, and as for the things taught by the crystal, it can't be regarded as a special move, at least it can't be used against the enemy.

Zhang Xiaohu hesitated for a moment and said, "It's just that every time I am seriously injured, my skills will improve a lot, and every time I fight against a strong enemy, it seems that my strength has also increased a lot, is this a trick?"

This time, if it weren't for Zhang Xiaohu's refining of the lungs and the perfection of the spleen, that loud roar would not have had such an effect, and everything began to turn around at that time.

"Is this okay?" Zhang Yifan was stunned for a moment, he was often seriously injured?

This is a story for Zhang Yifan, who grew up with a golden spoon in his mouth, if nothing else, let's just say that he usually tries with the guards, and how many of them will really treat it with all his might?

Serious injuries, overstepping, these are all normal in the era of the refiner, at that time, the demon beasts in the wilderness, the demon king walked by from time to time, even the demon emperor is not unseen, if you want to survive, you have to pick up arms and fight them.

If you win, you can eat better food, and if you lose, you have nothing, and you want to escape? I'm sorry, but the monster is still hungry.

At that time, it was not for resources, but simply for food, in order to fill his stomach, it was a bit like the hunter in Zhang Xiaohu's hometown, but the object of hunting was more tough.

"I guess if I can be injured to stimulate the potential of the body refiner even more?" Zhang Xiaohu scratched his head and said.

"Injury stimulates potential?" Zhang Yifan opened his mouth wide, looking like you were joking.

The more Zhang Xiaohu thought about it, the more right he became, as if he was like this every time, the more serious the injury, the faster he seemed to improve, it was a bit like the limit method, "Why don't we try it when you get better?"

Zhang Yifan swallowed his saliva and said cautiously, "You're not sick, are you!?"

Zhang Xiaohu said disapprerovingly, "You are sick, so it's decided, when you get better, I'll be your sparring partner."

At this time, I had already begun to think about how to practice Zhang Yifan, and it seemed too cruel to use myself as an experiment, but it seemed to be a good choice to replace Zhang Yifan, but I had to control my strength at that time, and I couldn't go too far, Zhang Xiaohu thought, with a demonic smile on his face.

"Really?" Zhang Yifan looked at the posture as if there was something wrong, and asked in a trembling voice.

"Of course, didn't you just say that I should teach you?" Zhang Xiaohu said with a serious face.

"Ah......" Zhang Yifan fell on the body of the silver wolf, looked at the two rounds of red sun in the sky, and shouted in pain.

I just want to learn some tricks, but I don't want to be abused, which doesn't seem to be a concept.

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps behind him.