Bab 138: The Egg-Fried Rice That One Could Never Get Tired Of

"Owner Bu, many thanks for your help," Ji Chengxue said with a smile as he performed a fist and palm salute. As he looked at Bu Fang's serene appearance, he could not help but be somewhat amazed.

A fourth grade Battle-Spirit was actually able to injure a seventh grade Battle-Saint to the point where he was vomiting blood and force him to run away. Even though he might have exploited the magic array to accomplish this, this was already considered an incredible achievement.

It was a fact that the difference between a Battle-Spirit and a Battle-Saint was like a chasm and was basically insurmountable.

"Owner Bu is mysterious indeed… His identity is definitely not simple!" Ji Chengxue thought.

Bu Fang gave Ji Chengxue a glance and went into a daze for a moment. Only then did he gestured toward the Three Stripes Path-Understanding Fruit in his hand and said, "This fruit… Can you give it to me?"