Wu Laowu stood up with his lips trembling, put his right hand on Wu Lao Da’s shoulder, and forced a smile.

When Boss Wu heard that nothing happened, Boss Wu felt relieved.

It is undoubtedly extremely profitable to exchange for an arm injury to a fifth-level white cage marten.

Moreover, this injury that is not life-threatening is really too common for these civilian monks.

Wu Laosan and Wu Laosi were still staring at Bai Cang Diao. After ensuring that its vitality completely dissipated, Wu Laoer took back the dirt prison.

This accident ended again with everyone harvesting a fifth-level white crayon marten.

As a bystander, Yiran watched the battle that suddenly came and ended at an extremely fast speed.

Rather than saying that Bai Cang Diao made a rash move, it is better to say that several people had extremely amazing reaction speed under Wu Laoer's mobilization.

Especially in this battle, Wu Laowu used the dirt prison to block Bai Cang Diao's offensive, and broke off Bai Cang Diao's claw while he was injured.

This is the fundamental reason why the battle ended so quickly, and it is also a fighting spirit that Yiran had never seen in them.

Yiran hasn't seen this kind of fighting method that is both burning and fearing death with the same magical beast as the same realm.

But it is this kind of battle that reminds Yiran of the experiences of the Duchy of Fenghuo.

"My friend Yiran, thank you for your reminder just now. But it's time for us to leave. It's not advisable to stay here for a long time!"

Yiran's thoughts were interrupted by Wu Laoer. Listening to Wu Laoer's sincere thanks, Yiran nodded.

Then he looked in Wu Laowu's direction again:

"Uncle Wu Wu is okay like this?"

Wu Lao Er waved his hand and said indifferently:

"This little injury is not a problem. The only advantage we civilian monks have is only thick skin and flesh."

"If we can't stand this pain, how dare we set foot in the Warcraft Forest?"

Yiran followed Wu Lao Er to Wu Lao Wu's side, and a pungent and inferior smell came into his nose.

Second-order lowest quality healing agent.

The Emperor Wuzong used second-level potion, but the Emperor Wuzong was only willing to use second-level potion!

Yiran looked at Wu Laowu with concern, hesitating whether to take out healing medicine for Wu Laowu.

Wu Laowu seemed to have already anticipated Yiran’s thoughts and said as if nothing had happened:

"This little skin trauma is enough to use these potions, so where do you need to use luxury potions?"

As he said that, Wu Laowu deliberately shook his shoulders, but he didn't know that another layer of dense sweat had already covered his forehead.

Yiran looked at Wu Laowu who was showing off, and an inexplicable sense arose in his heart, but in the end he only turned into one sentence:

"Then keep moving forward."
Chapter completed!