However, the old man was already chased by He Wensheng, and Chen Hetu believed that He Wensheng would be able to kill him.

Therefore, he did not chase anymore, but used his body skills to return to the original place, quietly waiting for He Wensheng's return.

After waiting for about ten minutes, he finally saw He Wensheng walking towards him with a disgraced face.

Seeing his expression, Chen Hetu realized that something might be wrong.

really!

After He Wensheng walked up to Chen Hetu, he said very embarrassedly: "Brother Chen, the old man with the hook ran away."

Chen Hetu was not unhappy at all. He directly comforted him: "It's okay. You only have a little spiritual energy left. It's normal for him to run away."

Seeing that Chen Hetu did not get angry, He Wensheng felt even more guilty. He explained: "Actually, I was going to kill the old man, but the old man took out a Taoist weapon and disappeared in the blink of an eye. I chased him for a long time until

The spiritual energy will not come back until it is exhausted."

When Chen Hetu heard this, he immediately yelled angrily: "Aren't you looking for death? Thanks to that old man running away, if he had come back to kill you, wouldn't you have been in a dangerous situation? Don't do this kind of thing again in the future."

He Wensheng nodded somewhat moved.

He also knew that when he was almost out of spirit, he should come back early to avoid danger, but he felt too guilty at the time, so he thought of risking his life to replace the old man with the hook.

As a result, he didn't find it.

While he was thinking wildly, Chen Hetu walked up to him and asked, "How are you doing? Are you okay? Do you want to take a rest?"

"It's okay!" He Wensheng shook his head and said, "Let's hurry up and go back to see Brother Zhao."

"Okay!" Chen Hetu nodded, then grabbed He Wensheng's arm and jumped over to where Zhao Ming was.

On the way, He Wensheng finally asked the doubts in his heart.

"Brother Chen, why do you still have so much spiritual energy in your body?"

"The three of us have just passed the physical examination, but Brother Zhao and I have no spiritual energy in our bodies, and you have been fighting for so long, and you still have enough."

Chen Hetu was stunned for a moment, then laughed dumbly.

"Actually, I don't know much about it, but the aura in my body has always been a bit more than those in the same realm."

He Wensheng nodded thoughtfully, already understanding in his heart that Brother Chen has a good foundation in cultivation, so he has more spiritual energy in his body than ordinary people like them, right?

However, if other cultivators heard this, they would definitely become angry and vomit blood.

He Wensheng and Zhao Ming, which one of these two people is not the leader of the younger generation!

Who is not a genius!

Who hasn’t been amazed when they were little?

If they are all ordinary people, then who are the real ordinary practitioners?

The whole journey was speechless.

Soon, they arrived at where Zhao Ming was.

Zhao Ming was lying on the ground at this time, dying.

After Chen Hetu and He Wensheng landed next to Zhao Ming, they hurriedly checked Zhao Ming's physical condition.

He was now severely dehydrated and his consciousness was blurred. He didn't even realize that Chen Hetu and He Wensheng had returned.

His eyes were unfocused, his face was pale, and he was about to lose his life at any moment.

Seeing this scene, Chen Hetu quickly took out the medicine bottle from his arms, took out a few pills, and gave them to Zhao Ming.

Fortunately, Zhao Ming still had the consciousness to swallow the pill.

After he swallowed the medicine, his whole body began to sweat.

Hot air bubbled out of the body.

Chen Hetu knew that this elixir worked.

Immediately afterwards, he helped Zhao Ming up again and placed his palms on his back.
Chapter completed!