The next moment, Chen Tianmo opened his eyes blankly.

When he woke up and saw countless eyes looking at him, a trace of doubt appeared on his face:

"Chief, what happened?"

After saying that, Chen Tianmo jumped up from the ground. He looked extremely agile and did not look like he was seriously injured at all.

Chen Tianmo was also shocked when he saw the red cloth stained with blood on his chest, and the memory of the injury he suffered in the mass grave began to recover quickly in his mind.

Chen Tianmo, who remembered, said quickly:

"Chief, hurry up, Tianlu is still behind!"

"Don't worry, Qingyu has already gone."

Chen Tianmo heaved a sigh of relief when he heard this, but when he saw the intact chest and the sacred tree in front of him, he understood and hurriedly began to thank the sacred tree.

Seeing Chen Tianmo, who was almost dead just now, recover in an instant, the most shocked people were Chen Changming and the other person under the shade of the tree.

As for the other tribesmen, their faces were filled with joy and relief at this moment.

It turns out that the sacred tree can even heal this kind of injury. Doesn't that mean that as long as they don't die outside the tribe, their lives will be safe?

Wait, even if he died, it doesn’t seem to matter, right?

The elders in the dream tribe said that it was very fun there. Not only could they get together for a long time, but they didn’t have to eat out. I heard that they chatted every day and practiced when they had nothing to do. Life was so happy.

Behind the ancestral hall, Chen Qinghe and Chen Qingmeng, who were originally practicing combat skills, also rushed over from the clan square after hearing the news.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Chen Qinghe's heart moved slightly.

He seemed to vaguely remember that he once found a broken book of fighting skills in the ancestral hall.

What’s it called?

No, he has to go look for it!

He couldn't practice Taizu Changquan for even a quarter of an hour.