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The heavy rain fell for a long time before the rain gradually became lighter.

The rocks washed away by heavy rain kept rolling down on the cliff, causing the cliff wall to pound, which also made Chen Xun withdraw his thoughts from the memories of the past and return to the reality in front of him.

Chen Xun felt unlucky and said that the heavy rain had been delayed for so long. Today, there was not enough time to climb the mountain in front to collect Wulingzi Grass.

The cliff rocks were slippery, bringing many unknown dangers. Chen Xun thought that it would be better to pass another day.

Although the rain outside the mountain stopped, there was a vague sound of surging water coming from afar.

With such heavy rainstorms, the mountain torrents formed between slopes, valleys and ravines will inevitably have a huge momentum.

Chen Xun listened to the sound of water and thought that the mountain torrent should have erupted not far away.

He was unwilling to go back to the village without any gains, thinking that maybe something good would be brought out from Mangyaling by the mountain torrent.

The grass and trees on the cliff were wet, and it was not as cold as the fog in the morning. Chen Xun took off his animal clothes and stuffed them into the medicine basket, and looked naked.

When I was climbing the mountain in the early morning, several bloody holes were scratched by the rocks on my exposed arm. At this time, scars had already been formed. The scars were removed and a faint mark was revealed, as if they had been healing for several days.

Indeed, the Manwu, the Black Python tribe, whose body is stronger than the Manniu, heals his wounds far less quickly than Chen Xun. This is also one of the reasons 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 transformed from the heart of the six-armed troll, which was the change caused by the drop of blood that dripped into his body?

In addition to the easier wounds heal, Chen Xun was surprised, or laughed at, that was the drop of blood that melted into his body, which actually had the effect of rejuvenation.

He was taken into this strange world by a troll and walked in the deep mountains and forests for more than two months. Finally, he met the tribe members of the Wumang tribe who went into the mountains to hunt. His appearance turned out to be about ten years old.

This is also the key reason why he pretended to have amnesia and appeared inexplicably deep in the Python Ya Ridge, and finally let the Black Python tribe take him in.

In addition to rejuvenating and rejuvenating, wounds are easier to heal, Chen Xun's strength has also grown rapidly in the past three years.

He looks only about thirteen years old now, but he can carry two or three hundred kilograms of heavy objects, and he doesn't feel tired after crossing mountains and rivers for half a day. He is comparable to the first-level barbarian martial arts who are introductory in practice.

It seems that the drop of demon blood that the six-armed troll, who was cheaper before his death, was really not an ordinary thing; Chen Xun guessed that his body should have greater potential to develop, but he didn't know how to develop it.

Without the Black Python tribe's complete trust in him, it is naturally impossible to easily pass the thousand-year-old secretly passed down to outsiders.

This is also something that Chen Xun regrets for three years.

The wilderness and territorial realm, tribes kill, countless ferocious beasts and raptors, and the power of heaven is raging. If you cannot practice the unique skills of barbarian martial arts, ordinary people are even very difficult to survive. There is no way to go out in the deep mountains and look at the outside world...

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Chen Xun tied the medicine basket firmly to his back, held the short handle in his hand, and walked down the steep cliff. Following the sound of water, he crossed a low ridge and saw a majestic mountain torrent sweeping across the stone valley.

The valley, which is usually only more than ten meters wide, has increased by more than twenty times at this time. The turbid flood is like a galloping horse, and the broken rocks and broken woods are rumbling and rumbling to hit the stone walls on both sides of the shore.

Chen Xun lived in the Wumang tribe for three years and knew only thirty or forty kinds of herbs in the Manya Ridge.

Even if Chen Xun did not recognize many grass and trees floating and sinking in the turbid flood, he knew that there were many precious herbs in the shape of the branches and leaves.

Occasionally, when I saw the bodies of drowning beasts floating in the flood, Chen Xun thought to catch one or two of them and take them back to the village, so that he could eat enough for several days.

However, the terrain here is too dangerous. If you accidentally slide down the rock slope and be washed away by mountain torrents, even if you are a first-level barbarian warrior, you will lose your life.

Chen Xun wandered down the ridge with the flood. Thinking of the open terrain and not so turbulent flood, he might have the chance to catch some good things.

The bare ridge and the rocks were rugged. Chen Xun looked like a monkey, jumping and running among the mountains with canine teeth. He walked north for a short time and walked to the gathering place of several mountains.

After exiting the mountain pass, there is a grass slope with several natural mud grooves crisscrossing. At this time, the flood is called a mess; the flood leaks out from the mountain pass, over the grass slope, and flows into the Wild Horse Creek in the north.

The Wild Horse Creek, which had skyrocketed, was more than three or five miles wide at this time. The water overflowed everywhere along the banks. The scattered earthen houses of some barbarians washed away the flood, leaving only some broken walls and vaguely visible; countless trees were folded, or they were carried downstream by the rolling water.

Although he has been living in this world for three years, Chen Xun is shocked whenever he sees such a situation. Looking at the water level of Wild Horse Creek, Chen Xun can also know that this heavy rain covers the entire northern mountain of Mangyaling.

This is still a mountainous area on the northern foot of Mangyaling. The wilderness tribes can choose to build villages and live in highlands.

After leaving Python Yaling, the lake and wasteland to the north.

Chen Xun thought that this time the heavy rain and mountain torrent suddenly occurred, and the lake plains would probably flood and cause disasters. Thousands of miles of lakes may become vast oceans overnight. I don’t know when the flood will recede.

The grass slope on the south bank of Wild Horse Creek is three or five hundred meters deep. There are many broken wood, huge rocks and drowning beasts wrapped in deep mountains and old forests. They are washed ashore not far from the exit, and there is even a roe sheep corpse.

Roe Roe Sheep is a specialty of Tushan. Its body shape is the same as that of roe deer. It can be used to peel and remove fat and treat knife wounds and arrow injuries.

Although the roe sheep is not a ferocious beast and has a gentle temperament, it only appears in the deep valleys of Tushan cliffs and is difficult to find; Python Yaling is just a branch of Tushan, which is even rarer.

Large tribes, or vendors who ventured through Mangyaling from Canglan City, are usually willing to pay a lot of money to acquire roe sheep that the tribes occasionally hunt.

Chen Xun had only seen images of roe sheep in the silk book of "The West Wilderness Classic". Unexpectedly, this heavy rain would cause a roe sheep to drown and let the floods rush out of the mountain.

Chen Xun put down the medicine basket, picked up a big tree branch to explore the way, and passed through the deepest rapids that had flooded his chin, and his body swayed around. He finally passed through two grooves and walked to the roe sheep.

The roe sheep had long died and went down with the mountain torrent. Except for the two bent corners on the top of the head, the skin and flesh were not particularly damaged.

Chen Xun tied the roe sheep to his back, and at this time another animal corpse rushed down at the entrance of the mountain.

This beast corpse was particularly huge, allowing the flood to rush out of the mountain pass, like a small boat turning over, crossing the hole of a trench, and was soon pushed to the shore by the turbulent water flow.

The huge hideous head was cut off half of something, and it was charred. The black scales all over the body emitted a cold and cold light, but it was not damaged at all. The two complete sharp and long fangs were even more daunting. You can tell from a distance that it was definitely a wild alien species that only existed in the depths of the Python Ya Ridge.

This kind of wild alien species that is extremely powerful and is called a barbarian and martial artist who is beyond the reach of the upper level. It will never die easily from ordinary mountain torrents and rains.

Chen Xun saw the strange beast's head charred and thought that maybe he was killed by lightning in the deep mountains.

When Chen Xun was brought to this world by a troll, he had seen countless strange beasts and birds of prey deep in the Python Ya Ridge and were instantly hit by the thunder in the sky. He had always been in awe of thunder in his heart.

The black-scaled beast in front of me is not surprising even though it is powerful and has lost its life and lightning.

If the black scale beast was alive, Chen Xun thought that it would not be enough to stuff it into teeth, but the black scale beast would have died at this time, which made him happy to see the hunting.

The higher the wild strange beast, except for the flesh and blood, which are the great tonic medicines required for barbarian martial arts practice, the skin, teeth, muscles and bones are all strange treasures.

Chen Xun walked over and tapped his fangs with a short spear, which actually made the sound of gold and stone. Each piece of black scale armor was the size of a palm, and it felt even more metal-like cold when it felt. Peeled off and it was armor of all the body.

This made Chen Xun even more happy: It was definitely extraordinary!

This strange beast alone is worth thousands of ordinary beasts!

However, Chen Xun was worried when he looked at the huge black-scaled beast.

He grabbed the black-scaled beast's front hooves and carried them on his shoulders. The black-scaled beast did not move at all on the grass beach. He used all his strength to drag it out about ten meters away on the grass beach.

Oh my God, how would he drag this black-scaled beast back?

The hunting area of ​​the Black Python tribe has already emerged along the Wild Horse Creek. The Black Mountain tribe, which lives on the north bank, is definitely not a good person.

Now that the heavy rain has just passed, the Wild Horse Creek is in a very fast water and floods. But when I think about it, I also know that the people of the Heishan tribe will soon find a way to cross the Wild Horse Creek and go to the south bank to find the good things that were washed out by the flood from the depths of the Python Mountains.

Many wild tribes living in the Western Wilderness always love and hate heavy rains and mountain torrents.

Chen Xun thought for a while, and immediately put the roe sheep in the medicinal basket and carried it on his back. He then took out a rope and tied the four hooves of the black scale beast, pushed it into the water, and dragged it against the water towards the mountain pass.

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

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The water flow from the mountain torrent has not weakened yet, and the rope has tightened Chen Xun's shoulders deeply. Every time he takes a step, he seems to have to break Chen Xun's thin and thin shoulders at any time.

The black-scaled beast is far more submerged than water, and it sinks when it enters the water, but at least it can borrow the buoyancy of the water, which can make Chen Xun drag it.

The black-scaled beast's four hooves were tied with four straw ropes as thick as a thumb. At this time, it was stretched like a bowstring, but it was not torn off by the flood.

The rope is made of Wulingzi Grass, which is a product of Mangyaling. It is extremely tough and has a rope with a thickness of fingers, comparable to a wire rope.

Chen Xun has been in this world for three years, and many things are commonplace.

He can now lift five or six hundred kilograms of heavy objects; he can carry two or three hundred kilograms of heavy objects, and he will not be tired after running all over the mountain for a long time.

He can be said to be a monster on Earth, but compared to the middle-level barbarian martial artist who enlightened the barbarian soul of the Wupython tribe, he is just a "weak" thin boy.

Chen Xun's body was bowed like a shrimp, his hands and feet were slashed to the ground, and he grabbed the rocks. It seemed that every step he took would have to squeeze out all his strength.

The heart was also pounding like a giant drum, almost jumping out of the chest.

He gritted his teeth and moved forward step by step.

After crossing the stone beams that were leaking from the mountain pass, Chen Xun was so tired that he was full of blood. Not only did his whole body be squeezed out, but the organs in his body seemed to be twisted into pieces.

Chen Xun dragged the black-scaled beast to the shore, stuck it in the cracks of the rocks, preventing the flood from rushing down, spitting a mouthful of spit, and the red and bright red were all full of blood.

He struggled barely, turned out the piece of animal meat from the medicine trout seeds, and swallowed it whole into his stomach.

Chen Xun was not worried about squeezing his body like this and leaving any damage in the future.

After the drop of demon blood penetrated into his body, his body needed these extreme squeezes that were close to the collapse, so that he could develop greater potential.

This is also the only way he has figured out in three years that he can develop his physical potential.

In this situation, as long as there is enough food and medicinal materials to supplement afterwards, not only will the body not be damaged due to excessive strain, but the strength will increase significantly and the body will become stronger.

His body seemed to be tempered by the drop of demon blood that penetrated into his body, or it was tempered by this method of pressing the limit.

This is somewhat similar to the principles of the Wumang tribe practicing barbarian martial arts and tempering bloodlines.

He swallowed the piece of animal flesh weighing six or seven kilograms. After a while, Chen Xun felt that his body had not recovered yet and thought to himself that he had not expected to drag the animal corpse into the mountains for only three or four hundred meters, and the squeeze on his body was so powerful.

After the body is squeezed to its limit, if it wants to develop its potential and temper its body, it must have enough food or pills to supplement its consumption, otherwise the body will be weak for several days before it can slowly recover.
Chapter completed!