Chapter 22: Spirit of Flora, Black Fire Spirit Root!

In the car of the Rushing Thunder Martial Arts School.

There were three people in the car.

One of them was the sixth senior of the Rushing Thunder Martial Arts School, Chen Xiang. He was a fifth grade martial artist.

The other was a third grade martial artist disciple and Li Qiang.

Li Qiang was here to "identify" the person and to act as the driver.

At this moment, Li Qiang's face was filled with anger.

While looking for a parking space in the hospital, he scolded, "Damn, the security guards of this hospital are recruited from the patients, right? What kind of stupid brain is this? "

To enter the hospital, one had to register!

The reason for entering the hospital was not enough to write "looking for someone". One had to write down in detail who they were looking for and what their surname was!

The third grade martial artist disciple could not help but ask, "Then how did he let us in?"

Li Qiang gritted his teeth and said, "He only let me in after I wrote down the diagnosis …"

After parking the car.

Li Qiang said, "Senior Chen, Senior Bai, we don't know the name of the mental patient, and we don't have his picture … How do we find him?"

Chen Xiang said lightly, "Didn't you and Ma Long meet him when you were having supper?"

"Go and ask the nurses and doctors in the hospital. Tell them about his characteristics. Maybe someone knows … If it doesn't work, go to the ward and look for him!"

"He beat up our Rushing Thunder Martial Arts School's disciple. This matter must be explained!"

Chen Xiang felt that it was strange to come and ask a mental patient for an explanation.

If this spread out …If an official disciple of the Rushing Thunder Martial Arts School was injured by a mental patient, it would only affect the Rushing Thunder Martial Arts School.

But he was also clear.

This was the order of the "Senior Brother".

"Senior Brother is highly regarded by Master, but his character is very similar to Master's. He is naturally suspicious. He must suspect that this is the work of other martial arts schools … He asked me to come to the mental hospital to confirm that there is no such person in this mental hospital!"

In the car.

Chen Xiang secretly thought.

Li Qiang had already gotten out of the car.

In his mind, he recalled the characteristics of the shirtless person who sat at the table next to him eating barbecue. He stopped a doctor and glanced at the doctor's badge and said, "Hello, are you Feng Shaoyu, Doctor Feng?"

Feng Shaoyu looked up and said impatiently, "What's wrong?"

F * ck!

Were all the guards and doctors in this hospital like this?

Li Qiang complained in his heart, but on the surface, he smiled and said, "Doctor Feng, I want to ask you about a patient … I don't know the patient's name, but he … is very handsome, very handsome, and has a great figure."

After saying that, Li Qiang regretted it.

This characteristic …How could they possibly find him?

Even so, he noticed that the doctor named Feng Shaoyu was rather angry after hearing his description. "The person you're looking for is Jiang He, isn't he? He's in room 207 of the inpatient department. "

Li Qiang's eyes lit up: "Doctor Feng, can you bring me to him?"

Feng Shaoyu said, "Bring you? Get lost!"

…

Inpatient Department.

In a VIP ward.

Zhang San, who had disappeared for two and a half days, returned to the hospital.

When Jiang He arrived at the VIP ward, he found Zhang San, Li Si, and Wang Mazi seated side by side on the living room couch, having breakfast.

"Third Brother, you're back?"

Zhang San smiled and nodded. "Yes, I'm back."

"Fifth Brother … Your injuries have healed?"

"Damn it!"

Wang Mazi's eyes bulged as he barked, "I was just mentally exhausted, but you and Fourth Brother gave me a broken bone and a ruptured lung."

Meanwhile, Li Si was lowering his head to eat his porridge.

Jiang He, on the other hand, whispered, "I wanted to give you first aid since you fainted, Fifth Brother … I didn't know you were so weak that your ribs would break just from a light press."

What the hell!

Wang Mazi's face turned purple in rage and he barked, "You're blaming me?

Don't you know how strong your own hand is? "

Jiang He's voice became even softer. "I only have two and a half tons of strength … Fifth Brother, you can't even handle two and a half tons?"

"Two and a half tons? You …"

Wang Mazi was about to curse when he suddenly realized something and exclaimed in shock, "Your punching strength is two and a half tons?"

Jiang He glanced at his System Panel and said, "It's not punching strength … it's just over two and a half tons. My technique of exerting strength is still unstable, so I could punch out two and a half tons of strength sometimes, sometimes a little less, and sometimes a little higher."

Wang Mazi, Zhang San, and Li Si traded glances.

After all …

Just a few days ago, Jiang He's punching strength was barely close to two tons!

How many days had it been?

How could pure physical strength grow so quickly?

The kid had been cooped up in the hospital all day, and he could not have had any fortuitous encounters …Seeing that the trio were doubtful, Jiang He said, "Should I try punching you, Third Brother?"

"No, no."

Zhang San said, "I trust you …"

He sighed and said, "Jiang He, I promised you before that I would give you a treasure when your strength reaches ten thousand catties. Do you remember?"

Jiang He nodded.

Zhang San said, "I was going to give it to you when your strength reaches five thousand catties … but something happened in the last few days. For some reason, your Fourth Brother, Fifth Brother, and I might have to leave the hospital for the time being."

Jiang He's face twitched and he quickly asked, "Were you punished by the Martial Arts Department (MAD) for kidnapping Yun Yanchen? If that's the case, I could ask Yun Yanchen to intercede on your behalf. "

"That's not it," Zhang San said.

Zhang San said, "It's just that the three of us have been hiding in this An Ning Hospital for too long and want to go out and walk around … You don't have to ask about the specific situation. If you can reach the level of a Martial Master in the future, you will naturally know."

After all these days together …To tell the truth …

Jiang He had feelings for Zhang San, Li Si, and Wang Mazi.

The three old men's brain circuits were not normal.

Even so, they held nothing back when it came to Jiang He.

After a moment of silence, Jiang He asked, "Third Brother, Fourth Brother, Fifth Brother, when do you plan to leave?"

Zhang San replied, "This afternoon."

Jiang He replied, "It's still early, and I still owe you three a drink … how about this? I'll make a call and have someone send some good food and wine over as a farewell."

"Alright!"

Wang Mazi rose to his feet and said, "Fifth Brother was right about you …"

He turned and returned to his bedroom.

Taking out a blade from beneath his bed, he said, "I was going to give you Nirvana Blade … but I still have some unfulfilled wishes, and I need it to accompany me on my journey."

"This blade is an S-grade alloy combat blade, which I asked your Third Brother to buy for you. It's 110cm long, and an appropriate amount of dark steel was fused into its blade when it was forged. It weighs 880 catties, and since you're a physique refiner, this blade is perfect for you."

Wang Mazi promptly threw the blade to Jiang He.

An S-grade alloy combat blade was worth quite a lot.

Jiang He did not refuse and said, "Thank you for the blade, Fifth Brother. I'll definitely use it to kill more Ferals and evil martial artists, and I won't bury your kindness."

"Alright."

"It's just a crappy S-grade alloy combat blade. It's nothing."

Beside him, Zhang San took out an exquisite little box.

He opened the box to reveal a 'tree root' that was about the length of a finger and shaped like a carrot. The 'tree root' was intertwined with dark and crimson radiance, and it emitted a thick medicinal fragrance.

"It really is the Black Fire Spirit Root. Third Brother, how did you get this treasure?"

Li Si and Wang Mazi both had faces of astonishment.

Zhang San said smugly, "It's just the Black Fire Spirit Root, not the Black Fire Spirit Fruit. Why are you making such a fuss?"

He handed the wooden box to Jiang He, turned around and clasped his hands behind his back, saying, "The Black Fire Spirit Fruit is a special floral spirit, and it costs around a billion … but it's useless to you, and I can't afford it either."

"This is the Black Fire Spirit Root, the root of the Black Fire Spirit Fruit."

"Its effects are naturally much worse than the Black Fire Spirit Fruit … but it's a treasure for pure physique refiners."

"Because it can improve a person's physique, strengthen their muscles and bones, and uncover their potential. Consuming it would increase their strength by five thousand catties … but it has a flaw."

Jiang He's eyes lit up as he stared at the 'tree root' in the wooden box.

An increase of ten thousand jin of strength?

If he ate it, wouldn't he be able to fly?

Jiang He's saliva flowed out of his mouth unwittingly, especially from the rich aroma emanating from the 'root'. Grabbing the Black Fire Spirit Root, he opened his mouth … Crunch!

He directly bit off half of the Black Fire Spirit Root and chewed with crunching sounds as he asked, "Third Brother, what is the weakness of the Black Fire Spirit Root?"

"The power contained within the Black Fire Spirit Root is too great. The impact caused by the sudden burst of energy is extremely harmful to the body. If the quality of the body has not reached a certain level, it is impossible to withstand the power of the Black Fire Spirit Root."

Zhan San said, "According to experience, only when one's physical strength has reached more than ten thousand Jin can one refine the energy of the Black Fire Spirit Root … If the quality of one's body is too weak, there is even the possibility of one's body exploding and dying."

When he turned around, his expression changed drastically.

"F * ck …"

"Why did you eat the Black Fire Spirit Root?"

(End of Chapter)