Chen Feng also wanted to make sure about this matter and followed Xianglan to walk over with difficulty.

"This is where we usually cut pig grass."

"In the past, there were more grasses in another place, but later I don't know why, so I couldn't get there."

"It's enough here, anyway, the pigs eat the same thing."

Chen Feng looked over and saw a lot of spiritual medicines he had just used.

Moreover, not only the spiritual medicine he just took, but also other scattered spiritual medicines.

Looking at the spiritual medicine here, Chen Feng always felt something was wrong.

The growth of spiritual medicines requires spiritual energy and various things, which are too huge.

There is a lack of spiritual energy here, how could so many spiritual medicines grow? And it is so dense?

"Why are the plants here so lush?" Chen Feng looked at the ground, thinking in his heart.

"Why? Of course, there are countless corpses underneath." Xianglan answered indifferently.

"Corpsy?"

"I heard from the patriarch that this was once a battlefield, with countless ancestors fighting here, and some even falling in blood."

"So these grasses are also worthy of being lush. The pigs they feed are also particularly fragrant."

Listening to Xianglan's words, Chen Feng opened his mouth and suddenly felt speechless.

He was a little jealous at this moment. Even if he had too much spiritual medicine on him, he would not have eaten well as this pig.

Not everyone can afford to take five or six grades of spiritual medicine every day.

"Can you help me pick some?" Chen Feng pointed to the three spiritual medicines here.

"You outside are really pitiful." Xianglan looked at Chen Feng sympathetically and silently helped him pick the medicine.

Listening to Xianglan's words, Chen Feng really didn't know what to say.

The two spent the afternoon here, and Chen Feng finally went back with Xianglan with more than 20 spiritual medicines.

When they went back, they happened to meet the patriarch.

Looking at the two of them, he was a little surprised: "Where are you going?"

Xianglan had no intention of hiding it, and told the patriarch straightforwardly.

After listening, the patriarch glanced at Chen Feng and hadn't spoken for a long time.

After a while, he spoke, "How is your body feeling?"

“It’s much better.”

Chen Feng and the clan leader slowly entered the house. During the chat, he asked a lot, and his understanding of the situation here became deeper.

"It's getting late, you can rest first," the patriarch glanced at Tianse and prepared to leave.

When she got up, her legs became weak and her body tilted a little. Xianglan was prepared and skillfully stretched out her hand to support the old man.

Seeing him like this, Chen Feng spoke, "Wait a moment."

The patriarch and Xianglan didn't understand what Chen Feng was going to do, but they stopped.

Chen Feng looked at the clan leader, stretched out his hand for a long time to help me take my pulse, and then knocked his leg again.

"Hiss." The patriarch paled and he couldn't help frowning.

"Captain, are you okay?" Xianglan looked at the patriarch with some concern, fearing that something would happen to him.

More than ten minutes later, Chen Feng stood up and had already understood the situation of the patriarch.

"How is it?" The patriarch asked this and didn't take it too seriously.
Chapter completed!