Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

Chapter 14
Xiong Wei stood up with difficulty, his face was bloody and his abdomen was bleeding from the bowl-sized hole.

It was obviously a toxic attack, not as ferocious as before.

Seeing this, Zhao Lin and others were finally relieved.

Zhu Dachun's back was seriously injured, and several ribs were probably broken.

Zhao Lin and Zhou Paotou helped him sit down, applied Jinchuang medicine, and rested against the stone.

Liang Song walked over, clasped his fists to Zhao Lin and saluted, "Thank you brother, if you hadn't acted in time just now, my cousin and I would have died."

Zhao Lin said seriously: "That bear was chasing me, but you two attracted him, so I can't just stand by and watch."

Zhou Baotou fed Zhu Dachun some water and asked, "Old Zhu, how is the injury?"

"I can't die." Zhu Dachun said weakly.

Zhou Paotou said "Ho", "You must not die, or Widow Wang will take advantage of me."

Zhu Dachun twitched the corners of his mouth, "Fuck off, motherfucker, it won't be your turn even if I die."

Several people were talking and laughing, but their eyes were fixed on Xiong Wei.

Xiong Wei was in a panic at this moment, he fell once after walking a few steps, got up and fell down again, finally let out a desperate howl, lay on his back on the ground and did not move.

Zhou Paotou waved his fist and cheered up: "The poison is gone!" He was about to rush over.

Zhao Lin quickly grabbed him, "Don't go, you're not dead yet!"

He could see the spirits of beasts, but there was no spirit emerging from Xiong Wei's body, and he was clearly still alive.

Zhou Pao was stunned, and slapped his forehead hard, "Yes, yes, how can the strange beast die so easily? It almost caught its way!"

Zhao Lin suggested: "No matter what thoughts it has, when the blood is gone, the fake death will become real death."

Zhou Paotou said with a smile: "It makes sense. Let's go into the nest to avoid the wind and see how long it can last."

The three supported Zhu Dachun down the hillside, got into the nest to eat, drink and rest, and followed Xiong Shi in turn.

"It's been so long, damn it?"

After half an hour, Zhou Paotou couldn't help saying something when he saw that Xiong Wei was still motionless.

"It's still alive." Zhao Lin said with certainty.

Without the rising of the spirit, Xiong Wei must still be alive, but Zhao Lin was also puzzled.

Is it because Xiong Wei has only one breath left, and he really can't move, or is he trying to lure them into being fooled and strike back?
If it's the latter, it's so cunning, it has such a high IQ?
Zhou Paotou and Liang Song didn't know why Zhao Lin was so sure, but they were careful, so they waited patiently. Zhu Dachun's injury is not serious, and it's better to rest for a while.

But to everyone's surprise, the strong smell of blood attracted an unexpected guest.

A "wild boar" appeared in everyone's sight.

This wild boar is ridiculously big.

Its shoulder height is nearly two meters, its muscles are like hills, its mane like steel needles stands high on its back, and its fangs are bared like long swords.

Judging from the size, the weight is definitely over a thousand catties.

"Such a big wild boar!" Zhao Lin said in surprise.

"It's not a wild boar, it's a pig."

Zhou Paotou corrected.

"Xu Hao is the king of wild boars, and also a strange beast."

"There are only these two strange beasts in a radius of a hundred miles. I used to suspect that the injury on Xiong Wei's leg was caused by fighting for territory with Xi Hao."

"It seems that what I expected is not bad. You see, Xi Hao is also injured."

Zhao Lin took a closer look and found that Xi Hao's left tusk was broken, and there were several deep claw marks on his back.

Liang Song rejoiced: "It's fortunate that we didn't rush there, Xiong Hao ran much faster than Xiong Wei, and he didn't even have a chance to escape!"

Zhao Lin asked with interest: "Which of the two is stronger?"

Liang Song was stunned, and said with a smile, "You've stumped me now. Both kinds of beasts are famous for their strength. It's really hard to say which one is better."

Zhou Paotou interjected: "This question is actually not difficult. Alien beasts are also transformed from wild beasts. Comparing the two is actually asking who is stronger, a bear or a wild boar."

"Wild boars are full of drive and have a fierce temper, but in terms of strength, I think bears are stronger."

Zhao Lin and Liang Song thought it made sense and nodded subconsciously.

When Xiong Hao saw Xiong Wei lying in a pool of blood, he let out a low roar of excitement, as if he was celebrating, but also seemed to be testing, and circled around Xiong Wei.

Xiong Wei didn't move for a long time, and Xiong Hao became more courageous, and his running circle became smaller and smaller, gradually approaching Xiong Wei.

When Xiong Hao was less than a foot away from Xiong Wei, he moved and rushed over, lowering his head and aiming his fangs at Xiong Wei's neck.

Xiong Wei suddenly opened his eyes, raised his two bear paws, and tightly locked Zhu Hao's neck.

Xionghao was attacked suddenly and instinctively wanted to escape, but under Xiong's tremendous force, he couldn't move at all.

Seeing that the enemy's neck was close at hand, he bit it fiercely.

Zhao Lin and the others were stunned by what happened before them.

This bear is too tolerant, right?
Xiong Wei is old and frail, with injuries, and is so fierce. If it is in its heyday, I don't know how powerful it will be.

Zhou Paotou was even more terrified. If Zhao Lin hadn't stopped him just now, he would have suffered the death blow.

Xiong Hao bit Xiong Wei's neck tightly and did not let go, Xiong Wei's sharp claws pierced deeply into Xiong Hao's throat.

The blood of the two alien beasts splattered and sprayed each other's faces, but neither of them would let go, and they were in a stalemate.

After an unknown period of time, Zhao Lin saw a little silver light rising from the two strange beasts almost at the same time.

"Spirit!"

Zhao Lin rushed out of the nest and ran wildly.

"You are dying!" Zhou Paotou and Liang Song shouted at the same time.

"They're all dead!"

Zhao Lin threw down a sentence, and the person had already ran a long way.

"Really dead?"

Zhou Paotou and Liang Song were dubious, and walked out of the nest cautiously.

When Zhao Lin came to the side of the two strange beasts, the spirit had just condensed into shape.

The silver light of the spirits of ordinary beasts is very weak, and can only outline a rough shape, while the spirits of strange beasts are more solid, with extremely obvious body lines.

If a painting is used as a metaphor, the former is a stick figure, while the latter is a realistic sketch.

"The beasts are really different!" Zhao Lin looked at the two spirits with admiring eyes, and said with emotion in his heart.

The spirit beast picture in his mind trembled violently, as if he really wanted to absorb these two spirits.

"I have already absorbed the spirit of the old scalper, and it is impossible to waste grids to absorb the same kind of spirit."

Zhao Lin was talking to himself, and it seemed to be talking to the spirit beast picture.

But the spirit beast picture didn't calm down, instead it trembled more violently.

In the first grid, the head of the old scalper flickered and flickered!

It seems to be telling Zhao Lin that the spirits of both Xiong Wei and Xi Hao can occupy the first grid.

"What, do you mean that with the same talent, a higher-level spirit can replace a lower-level spirit?"

Zhao Lin was shocked, and an irrelevant word popped out of his head: merge similar items.

The meaning conveyed from the spirit beast picture seems to be able to do so.

Seeing that the two spirits were floating higher and higher, and gradually dissipated, Zhao Lin gritted his teeth, walked under the spirit of Xiong Wei, sucked it hard, and sucked it into his body.

The spirit entered the body, and the silver light exploded. Zhao Lin once again experienced the feeling similar to the last time he absorbed the old scalper's spirit.

But this time it was more violent, and it felt like a bear was rampaging inside.

Especially the shoulders, limbs, palms and other parts, it seems that there is an iron claw stabbing and stirring under the skin.

Zhao Lin's face was pale, and he let out a hoarse growl.

"Brother Zhao, what's wrong with you?"

Zhou Paotou and Liang Song watched from the sidelines, and they ran forward to help him up without fear.

"It's okay, maybe I'm tired."

Zhao Lin was panting heavily, sweating profusely, and the pain subsided slowly like a tide.

(End of this chapter)