Douluo continent's soul plan

Jumping onto the big tree, Tang Ming got directly into his own martial spirit space.

Instead of rushing to place the incoming spirit beasts, Tang Ming simply dispersed them one after another to avoid causing trouble for himself.

Looking at the already dark sky, there was no obstruction on the empty grassland. The sky seemed to be wrapped in black cloth, with no light allowed to penetrate.

In contrast to the darkness, the firelight of the wooden house looks particularly bright.

Just opened the door.

Tang Ming saw pools of blood on the ground, as well as many rags used to wipe the blood.

"It seems that you have worked very hard."

Looking at Tang Guo sleeping on the table, Tang Ming gently covered her with the clothes on the side.

"How are they?"

Looking at Tang Chenyu who was still changing towels for the big man, Tang Ming slowly walked over and reached out to check the injuries of the two big men.

"The weapon soul master who was slightly injured just woke up, but he was too weak. He fainted again before he could wake up. As for the other one, he was unconscious. If he hadn't been breathing all the time, I would have thought It’s a corpse, it seems to be too badly injured.”

"Well, I understand. In this way, you use the Xuantian Technique on them, and use the spiritual energy of heaven and earth absorbed by the Xuantian Technique to nourish their injured veins. Of course, you may not be very skilled yet, but it is good to have someone to practice. Try to be able to Eat a meal before you faint."

"Okay... okay."

When he came to the kitchen, Tang Ming wiped the wooden board and teleported a cow corpse in front of him. He slowly inserted a lancet into the back of the cow and cut off pieces of beef along the spine.

Putting a white cloth on the table, Tang Ming initially wiped away the blood from the beef.

Then he poured the animal oil into the pot. Tang Ming slowly waited for the oil to heat up. As it bubbled, Tang Ming directly attached all the oil to the surface of the pot. He poured the excess oil into the oil basin, picked up a piece of beef, and Ming began to seal the water on the surface of the beef, sealing all four sides. Then Tang Ming began to fry the steak, pressing it gently with a wooden spatula, making a crackling sound. The brown beef was browned with a little oil. Tang Ming then added the seasoning. Also slowly sprinkle on top of the beef.

In order to prevent it from getting cold, Tang Ming used a basin to hold the steak.

Considering the rareness, Tang Ming deliberately made other steaks medium-rare. As for his own steak, it was still medium-rare with a slightly undercooked taste.

Teleporting all the steaks to the table, Tang Ming then controlled all the blood cloths to pile up outside.

Looking at Tang Chenyu who was still working hard, Tang Ming asked Tang Chenyu to wake up Tang Guo, and he started to use the Xuantian Kung Fu to gentle the beast soul master who had lost his arm.

As the internal energy of Xuantian Kung was gradually sent into the injured person, the blood-red skin began to float as if it was attracted.

Looking at the wounded man's eyebrows that were already moving, Tang Ming sent another bit of inner energy in. Tang Ming knew clearly that this person was already awake.

"Here or there? Who are you!"

The beast soul master vaguely opened his eyes and tried to stand up, but when he tried to hold himself up, he found that his right arm no longer existed, and he had no strength to hold himself up with one hand.

"I...what's wrong with my arm?"

"Okay, I wasn't sure whether you could survive at that time. You were still thinking about your arm. As long as you know that I saved your life, you will be mine from now on, so I won't let you die. You You can’t die yet, think about your family, and hold on if you still want to see them.”

With that, Tang Ming started to save Wang Biao on the other side.

"Is he okay? Please save him. He is my only friend."

Looking at Wang Biao who was still unconscious, the beast soul master looked at Tang Ming worriedly.

"Say less and save your energy. You are more seriously injured than him. You are fine. How can he be fine?"

Slowly placing his hand on Wang Biao's chest, Tang Ming gently injected his internal energy into Wang Biao's body. As a few bruises from the corner of Wang Biao's mouth left along his face, Wang Biao slowly opened his eyes.

"Quick! Run!"

Wang Biao was so frightened that he sat up.

"Okay, you can't exercise vigorously now, lie down quickly!".

"W-where is this? Hey! Liu Shan, you are not dead, and neither of us are dead."

"Ahem! We met a noble person this time. It's great to be alive!"