Chapter 248 Bragging

When the sapling runs quickly, the crown of the tree will shake violently back and forth, and it looks like a teenager dancing in a disco in the future, which is very funny.

The third generation of Herb Wizard rushed out first, but compared with the speed of the sapling, he was still a beat slower.

But the speed of the sapling is still a little slower than that of the ancient cat beast.

"Pa..."

The ancient cat beast pressed the sapling into the snow.

"Don't press it on the ground, it will escape."

The third generation of Herb Wizard reminded hurriedly.

"Cha..."

The claws of the ancient cat beast popped out and pierced into the sapling's body. The palm that was pressing down stopped and grabbed the sapling with its claws.

"Beep~~~"

The sapling made a sharp cry, so piercing that the ancient cat-monster was almost frightened and let go of its claws.

"Why is this thing's cry so sharp?"

The third-generation herb witch quickly stepped forward and rescued the sapling from the claws of the ancient cat-monster.

When the sapling was free from the sharp claws, the sharp cry finally stopped, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Is it bleeding?"

The legend witch had hurried over and took out a small stone bowl from her arms.

"There is a milky white viscous liquid."

The third-generation herb witch raised the sapling in front of her eyes and took a look, and answered.

"That's it. Let me catch it."

Chuan Wu walked closer, placed the stone bowl where the liquid was flowing, and waited quietly.

"Tick...tick..."

The liquid was very viscous and fell very slowly, but Chuan Wu was very patient and not in a hurry at all.

Slowly, when half of the milky white viscous liquid was collected, he asked someone to bring a leaf.

"What for?"

The third generation of herbal witch asked curiously.

"Aunt said that if you put the leaf on it, it will recover by itself."

Chuan Wu said, and as soon as the leaf was close to its wound, a magical scene appeared.

The leaf quickly turned yellow, and the wound on the sapling recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Beep."

The sapling called twice and rubbed Chuan Wu's hand with its crown.

"Does it like you?"

said the third generation of herbal witch.

"I guess so. They are very friendly."

Chuan Wu touched its crown, then used his feet to push away the snow on the ground and put the sapling on the ground.

"You're not taking it back?"

Yin Wu asked.

"Aunt said it can't be kept alive."

Chuan Wu said with some regret.

The sapling fell to the ground and disappeared in the frozen land in a flash. If you saw it suddenly, you would definitely think you were dazzled.

"Go back."

The third generation of Baicao Wu looked at the setting sun and said.

Everyone started to walk back. Chuan Wu happily held the stone bowl in his hand and kept looking at it.

"This thing is really difficult to make. You will have to trouble Yin Wu in the future."

The third generation of Baicao Wu glanced at the stone bowl and said.

"Well, I will let the Fire Tribe give more resources to the Sound Tribe."

He is the only child of the sixth generation leader, so it is easy for him to do such a thing.

"Herb witch, I heard you are going to the frontline?"

The frontline refers to the Yan tribe in the north, where they have been fighting with the Ice Bear tribe. The Wolf tribe and a team of 500 people went there to support them a long time ago.

"The Ice Bear tribe's main force is very powerful and causes great damage. They need the God Fighting Team to fight against them, so let me go."

The third generation of the Herb witch rarely smiled and looked towards the north full of snow and wind.

The world is cold now, and the Ice Bear tribe is undoubtedly more suitable for such an environment, and the cold also adds to their strength, so they need the God Fighting Team to increase the strength of the warriors.

The third generation of the Herb witch has decided to go to the frontline for a long time. This time, not only he will go alone, but also several spirit weapon warriors will go with him.

Now that the Sixth Generation Chief has given up the idea of ​​entering the jungle, it has become meaningless to open up the jungle. All the saved strength will be transferred to the north.

"I really want to go to the north to have a look."

The Music Witch said melancholy as he walked.

Because the Yin tribe is not good at fighting, they were not included in several transfer orders, but the Music Witch really wanted to see the battlefield. He thought that such experience would help him make better music.

"Shall I talk to your father for you?"

The Chuan Witch asked.

"The Sixth Generation Chief cannot agree."

The Eighth Generation Witch spoke. He was very scared of the Sixth Generation Chief and turned pale when he heard about it.

"Then ask Chief Zhan for mercy."

The Chuan Witch said again.

Zhan was the name that Chuan Witch gave to the leader of the five hundred people. Now everyone calls him Chief Zhan.

"No."

The Third Generation Herb Witch interjected, causing several people to look at him in surprise.

"The situation on the battlefield in the north is unclear. If something unexpected happens, we could easily be defeated. It would be too dangerous for Yin Wu to go there."

On the other side of the sea, the battles were even more brutal than here. He had seen too many wars since he was a child, and knew that the sixth-generation leader did not allow Yin Wu to go for safety reasons, so he spoke up to stop him.

Everyone fell silent.

In this small team, the third-generation Baicao Wu is the undisputed boss, and everyone listens to him.

"Don't worry, I will plead for you when the war situation stabilizes."

The third-generation Baicao Wu comforted Yin Wu and said.

Everyone nodded in conviction.

When Chuan Wu spoke, it was because of blood relationship, but the third-generation Baicao Wu was not like that.

Baicao Wu himself had a high status in the Fire Tribe. He was the first person to enter the Bagua space, and he was recognized by the second-generation witch. He learned the long-lost magic fighting skills. When the eighth-generation witch was weak, he was almost the leader of all witches.

In addition, he was cheerful and did not seek power, which made him recognized by everyone.

When the witches returned to the Fire Tribe, they naturally had to celebrate. They specially asked for rabbit meat to celebrate. The little turtle could not walk when he saw the food, so he naturally mixed in with them. Diwu Xuan also heard about how they caught the saplings.

"It's really a magical species. I have never seen it before."

Diwu Xuan looked at the white pulp in the stone bowl of the witch and said to the Ox Totem.

"Well... the Ox Tribe does not like to migrate, so I don't know much about this magical animal, but I know about golden rice."

It was not easy for Diwu Xuan to take the initiative to talk to him. The Ox Totem could not control his desire to show off and began to brag.

"What is golden rice?"

Diwu Xuan was still very curious about this.

Now the team has settled down by the sea, and the Ox Tribe has started to cultivate. The yellow millet seeds were planted three months ago and have already taken root and sprouted.

"It is said that after eating it, the power of the totem will be golden and become extremely sharp. The Dragon Tribe used to have it, but I don't know about it now."

The Bull Totem had only heard about it, and when asked by the Fifth Xuan, he was timid.

"You haven't even seen it, aren't you

just bragging?" The Fifth Xuan was a little speechless. The Bull Totem boasted about something he had never seen before. Are all bulls bragging?

"What is bragging?"

The Bull Totem asked curiously.

"A skill that does not need to be restored."

The Fifth Xuan was too lazy to pay attention to him, and replied, looking in the direction of the sixth generation leader.