The god-level tyrant of the prehistoric fantasy

Zhang Heng held his sister's hand and said, "Sister, you will definitely get better. No matter what, I will definitely cure you. Even if it costs me my life, I will not give up."

Lying on the bed was a girl less than ten years old, her face was pale and her eyes were closed tightly.

Zhang Heng put the girl's hand on the side of the bed, wiped away the tears on his face, looked at the girl, how he hoped in his heart that she could get better, if he could double all her pain on himself As long as his sister can get well, he is also willing.

'Crunch! '

There was a knock at the door, and a middle-aged man walked in with a porcelain bowl. Zhang Heng stood up respectfully when he saw the visitor, and walked aside consciously.

The middle-aged man took the medicine and walked to the bed, and glanced at the girl lying on the bed. The porcelain bowl in his hand was steaming, and a bowl of black liquid lay flat in the bowl.

The middle-aged man lightly flicked his fingers over the bowl, and a tiny ray of light emitted from his palm, which removed some impurities in the bowl, so that only pure medicinal liquid remained in the bowl.

Immortal grass itself is very powerful, and it is usually used to refine elixirs. In this way, the impurity in the immortal grass itself will be removed during the refining process, and the strong and rough aura of the immortal grass itself will dissipate. This will reduce the medicinal properties of the fairy grass itself, but the refined elixir can be taken directly to quickly absorb the effect of this elixir. After all, refining elixir will also add some other auxiliary herbs, not only the medicinal power will increase the effect on people The body will not have such a big harm.

Like the fairy grass that Zhao Hao ate before, there was a wrong case. Eating raw fairy grass is very harmful, and if you are not careful, you will be doomed. It will form a cloud of gas, which may explode at any time. Later, brother Ming absorbed the strong heat in his body, and Zhao Hao was able to survive completely.

Zhang Heng did the same this time. He took this fairy grass and did not refine the elixir, but boiled it directly into a potion. This is not much different from eating the fairy grass raw, and the strong and rough aura of the fairy grass itself is still still.

Just now, Zhang Heng's master completely purified the strong and rough air in the bowl, leaving only the pure medicinal liquid, so as not to damage the medicinal properties of the fairy grass, but also remove the impurities in the medicinal liquid in the bowl. Elimination, this person's technique is unfathomable.

The middle-aged man fed the potion in the bowl to the girl to drink. After the girl drank it, her face was still pale, and her lips trembled slightly.

Zhang Heng trusted his master very much, and would not think that his master would harm his sister. The two of them were orphans living in the wilderness. If they hadn't met his master, they would have starved to death or been swallowed by wild animals.

Zhang Heng's master is named Yiyangzi, and he often loves to travel around. On that day, he wandered here and found that Zhang Heng was attacked by wild animals, so he rescued him. So he accepted him as an apprentice and passed on his skills. Yiyangzi handed over to Zhang Heng for a while and found that he was not suitable for practicing some Taoism and fairy arts, but was more inclined to 'body skills', so he used that set of practice skills Teach him the method of physical arts. Sure enough, after Zhang Heng practiced, he was much better than those Taoist and immortal arts. Zhang Heng began to practice this set of physical arts diligently later, because Yiyangzi said to him, In the future, if you want to truly live in this world, you have to practice hard so that your cultivation can reach the point of being respected by others. Only then will you live by yourself.

Zhang Heng didn't know the real origin of his master Yiyangzi, so he didn't ask if his master didn't tell him. Yiyangzi took his brothers and sisters very well, and he also liked Yiyangzi very much, but hearing his master's name, Yiyangzi should be a disciple of a Taoist sect, these are not what he can think about at the moment, the only thing to do is to save his sister.

The girl lying on the bed trembled slightly, her mouth moved slightly, and spit out a mouthful of blood under the bed. The blood was as black as ink, and the black blood had a stench. how come.

Seeing the blood on the ground, Yiyangzi began to feel relieved. He said to Zhang Heng beside him, "Okay, this ball of black blood is forced out of the body. It shouldn't be a serious problem. It will be fine after a few days of rest."

When Zhang Heng heard it, he asked in surprise: "Master, is it true? When will Tinger wake up?"

Yiyangzi smiled and said: "Your sister needs to rest now, let her sleep for a few hours and she will wake up, don't worry, you are tired now, go and have a rest, maybe she will wake up after you rest gone."

Zhang Heng was right when he thought about it. After waiting for so long even for this little time, he looked at the clothes and blood on his body. He really should wash it up. He couldn't let his sister wake up and see him like this. He would be worried. of.

After Zhang Heng knew that his sister was fine, the original nervous anger disappeared. Only now did he realize that he had not had a good rest and sleep for four or five days, and now he fell to the ground in a daze.

Yiyangzi picked up Zhang Heng who was on the ground, and walked out of the room helplessly. His apprentice really did not make a mistake, and he dared to do any dangerous things for his sister. In this world that is about to become a chaotic world, there is There are really too few such people.

Yiyangzi put Zhang Heng in his own room, closed the door and walked out.

In the cave, Zhao Hao is still practicing the kung fu that he just developed. The newly developed moves of the 'flame palm' are mighty and domineering. It is not easy to practice at all. It is much more difficult than the previous kung fu. The more this happens, the more excited Zhao Hao will be. The more difficult the kung fu is, the stronger the power of the kung fu is. What he has always wanted is that the stronger the kung fu, the better.

Zhao Hao closed his eyes tightly and kept his body motionless. A layer of faint red light slowly appeared from his body. This layer of red light gradually turned into a group of tiny flames. The red flame began to slowly spread on Zhao Hao's body. Slow burn.

After an unknown amount of time, another round of the sun slowly rose from the horizon.

In the early morning light, the earth revived, and all vitality slowly radiated in the early morning sunlight, and it was another beautiful day to start anew.

Zhang Heng woke up slowly from the bed. He didn't know how long he had been sleeping and his head was a little drowsy, but his complexion was much better. He didn't sleep with his eyes closed for four or five days. After the previous correction, he had completely recovered. Is it time for my younger sister Zhang Ting to wake up too?

Zhang Heng changed his clothes, got out of bed and walked towards his sister's room.