Two hours later, most of Luo Tianming's skills were transferred to Hong Qigong, and he only left a little seed.

In fact, the so-called seed is just that it has no potential to squeeze his body.

As long as the body's foundation is not damaged, Luo Tianming will be able to recover his power in just a few days.

After Mr. Hong Qi got Luo Tianming's skills, the Nine Yang Divine Art jumped to the fourth level.

At this level, the healing effect of the Nine Yang Divine Art is already very strong, and Hong Qigong can heal his injuries by himself.

Luo Tianming withdrew his hands and began to recover from his energy. Hong Qigong also began to heal his injuries on his own.

A few days later, Luo Tianming's skills had basically recovered, but Hong Qigong was still healing his injuries and probably could not be completed in a short time.

At this point, Luo Tianming couldn't help much, so he could only rely on Hong Qigong himself.

After another exercise, Luo Tianming set up a fire on a flat ground outside the cave and barbecued a bun of bread skewers with branches.

I always ate barbecue a few days ago, and he got a little angry, so I went down the mountain to buy some noodles and vegetables, so I could get rid of the heat.

Before the baking was done, Yang Guo came over swayingly, sat by the fire, and said weakly: "Master, can you give me some food? I'm almost starving to death."

Luo Tianming looked at him in surprise and said, "You can't have eaten these days, are you?"

Yang Guo said in a depressed mood: "My father is dead."

Luo Tianming suddenly realized that this place was a little far from the caves between Yang Guo and Ouyang Feng, and he really didn't know that Ouyang Feng was dead.

Yang Guo was a little hungry and immediately gave him meat and cakes. If he didn't do it properly, he would have something wrong with it.

Luo Tianming looked around and found a roughly semicircular stone, and used his palm force to wipe it into the shape of a pot.

With Luo Tianming's palm power, the pot made is very thin and very uniform, as if it was carefully polished by a stonemason.

The reason why he deliberately made the stone pot so thin was because the stone's heat conductivity was too poor. It was not too thin, and it was even harder to cook with it, let alone cook.

After the stone pot was made, Luo Tianming wiped it with white snow, then filled it with a pot of clean snow, and placed it on the fire.

Soon, the snow in the pot turned into water, and the water boiled again.

At this time, Luo Tianming kneaded the bread into pieces and threw it into the nest to cook.

Not long after, the dough cake was cooked into a batter. Finally, the stone pot was put in front of Yang Guo and said, "Eat it."

Yang Guo was a little confused by Luo Tianming's operation. He woke up until the stone pot was placed in front of him. He quickly broke two branches as chopsticks. He didn't care that the batter was still burning, so he started eating.

Knead the dough and cook it into a batter. It has no oil or salt. The taste can be imagined. But Yang Guo didn't dislike it at all, and it tasted very fragrant.

The stone pot made by Luo Tianming is only the size of a helmet, and half a pot of batter is actually not much, so Yang Guo finished it soon.

Yang Guo was hungry a lot when he was young, and he knew that people who had been hungry for a long time should not eat too much immediately, so he didn't say he wanted to eat, but just lay next to the fire, and snoring sounds came from a short while.

When Yang Guo woke up, Luo Tianming and Hong Qigong were full and were sitting by the fire chatting.

Yang Guo rubbed his eyes embarrassedly and said, "Senior Hong, are you okay? That's great."

Instead of talking about his injuries, Hong Qigong comforted him: "I heard that your father is dead, so please be mournful."
Chapter completed!