1967: C1967 Artemisia hirsutum L

C1967 Artemisia hirsutum L

After a few addictions, Long Bufan also turned his attention to the bamboo around him. He felt that these red bamboo were extremely special.2

Moreover, following the heavy pressure exerted by the huge beasts of orc, robotic race, and the others, a large portion of the bamboos were actually still standing firm. Only a few of the bamboos were damaged, and even a small part of them was broken.

This was because an ordinary bamboo would have already exploded into bamboo shavings under the high-speed collision of such power. How could it withstand such an impact? Moreover, if one were to carefully sense it, these bamboo emitted a rich fire attribute Yuan Power, causing the entire bamboo forest to feel extremely sultry.

It was evident that the bamboo in this place was no ordinary object.

Fire Phoenix looked around and could not help but let out a surprised sound as he said in surprise: "Isn't that red bamboo a Artemisia hirsutum L?"

Artemisia hirsutum L?

Hearing this, Long Bufan looked at the Fire Phoenix with an astonished gaze, and asked: "fire, do you know the origins of these bamboos?"

"Yes, Artemisia hirsutum L is a fire bamboo seed that existed in the ancient times ?"

Fire Phoenix nodded his head and continued to speak: "The materials used to make them are incomparably hard and tough. In Celestial domain, many warriors like to extract their juice and use it for a bath. At your current level, if you train your body with juice every day, it will be hard to cut off your muscles and bones with weapons below the Divine level within half a month. "

Hearing these words, Long Bufan's eyes lit up. Without saying a word, he grabbed the nearest Artemisia hirsutum L and used all his strength to uproot it, put it into the storage bag and immediately pounced towards the second one ?

"Junior brother Long, what are you doing?" Wang Meng stared at Long Bufan in a daze as he asked curiously.

However, at this time, he suddenly remembered that his own speed was not fast enough, so he immediately sent a sound transmission to the surrounding Disciples of the Divine Hall: "Cut the crap, hurry up and pull the bamboo!"

Hearing that, all of the Disciples of the Divine Hall present were startled, although they did not know why Long Bufan would do such a strange thing, but they had obviously noticed the peculiarities of the red bamboo in the surroundings, and started to pull the bamboo one after another.

"Hmm?"

Seeing the strange actions of Long Bufan and the rest of the human race, the Demon Clan, Blood Clan, orc and the other forces were all surprised. They were obviously not clear about the value of these Artemisia hirsutum L.

However, there were two forces among them that knew that these Artemisia hirsutum L s were useful. They were the robotic race s and the Treeman s, but they weren't made of flesh and blood, so the Artemisia hirsutum L s were basically useless to them.

As a result, the Treeman and the robotic race didn't have any plans to stay either. Their bodies flashed as they headed straight for the outer area of the bamboo forest. Their target was the palaces in the distance.

"Are there any miracles about these broken bamboo?"

Strigoi leader's gaze was deep. Looking at Long Bufan's group trying to pull out the bamboo, he felt that the red bamboo should have some sort of valuable effect. Otherwise, those humans would not have wasted their energy to do such a foolish act.

However, when he discovered the more than one hundred figures of the Treeman and the robotic race swiftly disappearing in the distance, his gaze suddenly sank. This was because the direction these two teams were moving towards, was shockingly towards the core zone that contained Martial Saint's Treasure s!

"Forget about them, let's leave this bamboo forest immediately. We can't let others find the Martial Saint's Treasure ahead of us."

After weighing the pros and cons, Strigoi leader waved his hand as he ordered the rest of the Blood Clan members to quickly leave the bamboo forest.

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