You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Chapter 935: Heart Pass

He closed his eyes slightly and felt the aura from his lower body. Not only did he show a bitter face, he pointed his finger at the sky and hesitated for a while, his lips moved, but no words came out.

He didn't know when it happened, but the sinister villain Tiandao definitely squandered the favor he owed him. When they were discussing the Dao, a ray of luck quietly descended, helping the four of them to become enlightened. The aura of enlightenment also quietly affected him, bringing him into a wonderful state.

A muffled thunder in the sky was the response.

He shrank his neck and felt a relieved gaze sweeping towards him. In front of the convoy, Sun Ming'en looked at Chang Qing waking up, and his expression was obviously relieved. Chang Qing still felt the strong aura of enlightenment on the bodies of several people. It seemed that it would take quite some time, so he called his donkey and came to the front of the car.

It's rare to see Brother Sun driving the car himself! Chang Qing joked.

I can't compare to Brother Ji. It turns out that immortals can really go for days without eating. This is really eye-opening for us!

Sun Ming'en smiled more than before, and seemed to be in a much better mood when he saw Changqing wake up.

I'm sorry to trouble you, Brother Sun. We still need you to take care of us. I hope you didn't fall off the donkey when you 'fell asleep'.

Sun Ming'en thought of the scene that day. "Not long after we set out, a few of you, who were in the middle of a heated discussion, suddenly stopped talking. At first, I thought they might be tired. But at night, while you were still on the donkeys, they seemed to have entered a mysterious state, simply moving forward. Fortunately, one of the guys stepped in and woke the donkeys. But you, no matter how hard we called you, refused to wake up. You refused to eat or drink for several days, which scared the guys terrified."

After saying this, Sun Ming'en looked at the four people who were contemplating and marveled. "Soon, one of the guys discovered that the grass and trees around you will condense slightly shiny dew in the early morning. After collecting them and drinking a sip when you feel tired, you will instantly feel refreshed, your mind will be clear, and your body will have endless energy. Thanks to those dewdrops, we feed the horses and donkeys. In recent days, we have traveled nearly ten thousand miles. It's like taking a tonic."

Looking at the surrounding trees, which also showed signs of being washed away by the flood, Chang Qing frowned: "From Brother Sun's expression just now, he seemed a little worried. Did he encounter any trouble?"

Sun Ming'en's face immediately turned gloomy. He looked at the team and said, "We are almost out of the territory of Zilin Garden. The flood has hit the entire Zilin Garden, and thousands of people have been displaced. We have already encountered several waves of refugees along the way. After giving away most of the food, we have been surviving on a paste of leaves for several days. Thanks to the dew, otherwise we would have starved to death.

There is a large mortal city a thousand miles ahead. There is a small teleportation array set up by Zilinyuan for the use of mortal people. We also need to borrow it, but the current situation in the city is probably..."

Changqing looked at the trees on the roadside. Indeed, many of the trees had their bark eaten. One could imagine the scale of this refugee population. If they gathered in groups at this moment, how to deal with them would be the most troublesome issue.

Changqing suddenly regretted distributing those thousands of fasting pills to those guys, otherwise the crisis could have been resolved.

At the moment, he kept his eyes on the spiritual medicine behind him, took a deep breath, and took out a few spiritual crystals: "I will buy the two carts of spiritual medicine in the back and refine more fasting pills. I hope the journey will be smooth."

Sun Ming'en confiscated them and simply called over his clerk, saying, "Those two cars have already been bought by you, so there's no point in charging you any more."

After going a hundred miles, he saw that the sunlight was setting and it was obvious that he could not go on any further. He saw a flickering fire in the distance and was overjoyed. He drove towards it, but who would have thought that before it reached him, the horse reins were tightened. The harsh sound of horse hooves hitting the ground was heard, which also attracted countless green eyes outside the bonfire in the dark night.

This was a large deserted temple. At this moment, all the ragged refugees around the temple looked at the lively horses with their eyes lit up instantly. Changqing looked carefully and saw that many people licked their lips in the light of the fire, obviously they were extremely hungry.

"Oh no!" Sun Ming'en cursed softly, and found that there were a lot of green lights in the dark forest surrounding their team. The blood and energy of the two great martial masters in the team burst out and shook the four directions, which did make these refugees retreat several steps. But for the hungry ghosts in their stomachs, there is nothing more terrifying than starving to death. These people have completely become walking corpses driven by hunger.

"despair"

"despair!"

"despair--!"

Three footsteps sounded, each one heavier than the last, as if stepping on everyone's heart. Suddenly, countless refugees felt chest tightness and shortness of breath. Coupled with being extremely hungry, they felt dizzy and felt their hearts beating in their throats. Their eyes went black and they all collapsed to the ground.

Such a strange scene frightened the refugees who were slowly approaching from behind and they fled into the woods in panic, sticking their heads out from behind the trees in the darkness to look at the caravan.

Sun Ming'en, who had been in despair, did not expect that the young man beside him could scare away thousands of refugees with just three casual steps. He could not help but look at him with admiration.

When he realized it belatedly, he rubbed his uncomfortable heart and came to Changqing's side, but saw that the two great martial masters in the team were also covering their hearts like him. They looked at each other and then vaguely understood that Changqing's three heavy stomps were not only aimed at the refugees, but they were also in trouble.

The surging Qi and blood subsided, and Changqing exhaled the breath that belonged to a physical cultivator, feeling a little surprised. His three steps had not yet mobilized Qi and blood, and only the sound waves were used to step on the heart barrier, but these people fell down in unison. If it were performed with the help of Zhaoye's fighting method, it could silently cause the heart pumping disorder of the cultivators at the same level, or even tear the heart apart. It was really terrifying, and it was obvious how powerful the physical cultivators were.

As I walked forward, I saw a boy of eight or nine years old covered in footprints, and he was trampled unconscious.

He helped the young man up and felt his pulse gently, then breathed a sigh of relief. There was nothing wrong with his body, only slight bruises on his internal organs. He seemed to be in good health. However, it seemed that he had been eating tree bark and grass roots for the past few days, so his nutrition was not enough and he had lost a lot of strength.

He took out the few remaining pancakes, broke them into small pieces and had the boy drink them with water. Soon the boy's breathing stabilized and his eyes slowly opened.

At first sight, he saw a face that was not tainted by the world. Thinking of his own actions just now, he thought that the other party was seeking revenge on him, so he quickly jumped off the carriage and ran away.

Unexpectedly, Changqing's teasing words came from behind: "I ate half of the cake, don't you want the rest?"

The young man suddenly froze and looked into the eyes that sparkled in the darkness. The other party didn't seem to be lying. He slowly walked back and took the remaining half of the pancake. A blush appeared on his thin, yellow face: "Thank you, sir!"

After saying that, he turned and ran towards the dilapidated temple, very anxious.

Chang Qing became interested and took out ten kilograms of rice from the space and threw it to Sun Mingen: "Cook this rice in several large pots and give each refugee a bowl. Remember, each bowl cannot have more than ten grains of rice. You can also each drink a bowl, but remember, only one bowl!!"

Leaving behind a word of advice, Changqing's figure followed the young man like a ghost and rushed into the temple.