She is Jianxiu

They asked the warrior from the barren race to go first, followed by Zhao Chun and Liu Xuan, and when they got close to the land that was slightly more vibrant, Fujiki Hidemi's true face was revealed.

The tree god entrenched in the wild ancient land is actually a giant banyan tree with many long vines hovering on it. Because it has absorbed the mighty power of the tree god, it is also a barrier to protect the giant banyan tree on weekdays. Take the proceeds and keep them together till now.

These long vines meander and hang down, almost spreading and entwining the entire hunting ground, and some of them are especially thick, and the roots of the deep and deep vines will bear the vines.

The two of them watched the Desolate race rushing forward, straightly pulling the grass leaves with a pair of big hands, and in an instant, a soft green light burst out, making people feel a little calm, the Desolate warrior did not pick them up empty-handed. , but waved his hand to touch his waist, and pulled off an old leather bag. He stretched out his hand and patted the leather bag, muttering something in his mouth, and at the next moment, he saw a green light flying up, and rushed into it quickly. In the skin.

Although it was only for a short moment, Zhao Chun and Liu Xuan could see it clearly.

That Fujiki Hidemi does not seem to be real, nor is it similar to ordinary fruits. It looks like a mass of green brilliance, but there are things like tree seeds jumping around inside, showing vitality.

Apart from calming people's minds, Fujiki Hidemi has nothing special about it. Unlike ordinary treasures that can confuse people's minds, this thing may be true to what the barren warrior said, and it is of little use to monks other than his own clan .

He took Fujiki Hidemi into his hand, turned around and saw that Zhao Chun and the two really had no intention of doing anything, so he was sure, he let out a little sigh of relief, held the leather bag and said: "Now I will tell you about the holy things. You two, as long as you keep your promise and let me go."

Zhao Chun nodded, and replied, "It's natural."

"The sacred object of our clan is named the banyan spirit fruit, but despite the name, the sacred object itself is not the fruit of the tree god." The gods will spit out part of the mana gained from practice to support the surrounding vegetation, but not all vegetation can withstand such irrigation, the survival of the fittest, and those who are irrigated by the tree god without withering will grow into spirits in this hunting ground in the future , and the part that cannot withstand the mana irrigation will gather into a mana imprint after withering, that is the fruit of the banyan spirit."

Zhao Chun thought to himself that it was so, but he was not surprised that the fruit of the banyan spirit was not produced by the tree god.

The strength of this tree demon is comparable to that of an immortal, and it has gone through many years in the wilderness. It can be said that it has the same life as the heaven and the earth, and lives with the world. If it bears a fruit, it will not know how to stir it up What kind of bloodbath, how can it happen once every 60 years, to benefit others for no reason.

And the tree god uses living beings as the source of his practice, so he created a vast oasis in the surrounding land. Although the strong wind is used as a wall to prevent the vegetation inside from being harmed by the desert wind and sand, the aura of the wild and ancient land is violent and violent. The grass and tree elves can bear it, so the tree god needs to take action to nurture it for a while.

Seeing that Zhao Chun and the two were thoughtful but did not seem suspicious, the man from the Desolate race spoke again and said, "I can only stay in the hunting ground for fifteen days at most. After fifteen days, when the strong wind blows again, it will be No one can get out, and I heard from the elders that the day when the tree god sent down mana to irrigate, it was about seven or eight days ago, and three days after the irrigation was over, the sacred objects could be condensed and born.

"As for the signs of birth, I can only say that at that moment, no one in the hunting ground will lose sight of the sacred object, which makes the competition even more difficult." The man from the Desolate tribe secretly rolled his eyes, patted his chest for the last time, and said. , "I've already told you two about the sacred objects, now you can let me go!"

He felt a little guilty, thinking that the two human monks had been told all about the holy object, but he had concealed the matter of irrigating the favor.

In each hunting ground, more than half of the warriors of the Desolate race will fall, but there are still people who come from thousands of miles away, not only for the sake of Fujiki Hidemi, but also because they are greedy for the bounty of the tree god, and the powerful magic power when watering the four directions.Although it only lasts for twelve hours, if you seize the opportunity and absorb mana to practice, you can also make great progress in your cultivation, and it is not as vain as other irrigation mana.

"Are you really talking endlessly?" Liu Xuan squinted her beautiful eyes, and looked at the man from the barren race with a chill down his spine.

He glanced at Zhao Chun, saw that his expression was as usual, and his complexion was indifferent, so he lost his mind, nodded and said: "Of course it is true."

Seeing that he was obsessed with obsession and refused to let go of his luck, Liu Xuan also chuckled, with a bit of pity in her eyes.

Suddenly, the man from the barren tribe screamed, and saw a huge arm holding a skin bag flying up, and the blood splashed out into the swamp, he never expected that Zhao Chun would suddenly attack, and his face was so pale at this moment. Panicked, he quickly covered the wound with his only remaining hand, screaming out in pain.

"Since you and I are making a deal with each other, we should fulfill our promise without any loss. Cutting off your arm is just a slight punishment. If there is any more concealment, it must not be easily revealed." Zhao Chun shook his sleeves calmly. Scattering the sword energy from his fingertips, he looked at the man of the Desolate race with a faint and cold smile in his eyes.

This look instantly made him tremble all over, and he quickly confides all the things he knows, and finally he can't help but look at the skin bag held by the broken arm, but because Zhao Chun is in front, he still dare not go forward take it back.

Later, seeing that the two of them stopped questioning him, they ran forward in a hurry, hugged the skin bag containing Hidemi Fujiki into his arms, endured the pain and ran away.

And after Zhao Chun found out what he wanted to know, the man from the barren race would naturally be useless, he had been taught a lesson by concealing the matter before, and even with resentment in his heart, he dared not seek out the two of them again .

The Desolate Race is not like the Human Race. For them, it is only a matter of time before a severed limb can be rebuilt.But the hunting ground is full of dangers, even within the Desolate tribe, fights happen from time to time, this man from the Desolate tribe lost his arm, and his strength will inevitably be weakened, and he is too busy to take care of others, so how much thought can be divided between Zhao Chun and the others What about him?
Liu Xuan understood the intention of Zhao Chun's move, she smiled slightly, but saw the person in front of her frowned, and shouted coldly: "Who's there!"

Accompanied by the sound, there was a silvery white sword energy with unparalleled determination, cutting gold and cutting jade, and instantly pierced a figure hidden in the hidden place in the forest on the vines, and the man saw that the situation had changed, his expression changed After twisting several times, a cloud of black smoke rose from his body, cutting off his voice!