C421 The Cannon Fodder Was Going to Rise(39)

Facing Qingchen's body, which was even taller and stronger than his, Feng Yanlin gritted his teeth and carried him on his back in order to avoid touching the wound while he was moving.

His body was a little heavy, but it was still acceptable for a cultivator. He wouldn't be tired to the point of gasping for breath in the time it takes for an incense stick to burn