Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao

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The voice of the little pig's mouth snoring, as if cursing the cold.

"Color pig, what treasure medicine is there, take us to find it." Ling Han said, this pig is unexpectedly still useful.

The little pink pig ignored him, but buried it in the chest of the snow, showing only a fat butt.

This look is really unstoppable, I want to have a roast suckling pig.

"Little pig, young master is Dan Dao master, so, if you know what kind of treasure medicine, tell the young master." Snow said on the side.

The little pink pig turned around and looked at the upper and lower parts of the cold. He suddenly screamed and sneered, and the meaning of ridicule was very obvious.

Ling Han can not help but speechless, he said in the Dandao Association, who did not respectfully call him a Master Ling, but now, actually was laughed at by a good-looking lazy pig.

Speaking of this, this pig is really weird.

The higher the strength of the beast, the more intelligent it is. Like the monkey brother, it can speak the language of human beings. If it is still a monkey head, what is the difference with people?

But this pig clearly has no strength, but it seems that it is not dead, and the level of wisdom is also very high.

"Well, little pig, you will help the young master." Calling the snow again.

The little pink pig suddenly took a nap, as if he was not able to speak the soft words of the beautiful woman, and the bones were all crisp.

It stretched out its hoof and pointed in one direction, and the cold and the snow would advance immediately.

They walked for a while and actually found an old ginseng.

This is a yellow ginseng, how the year has been five or six hundred years, full of vitality.

"Big things!" Ling Han eyes light, although he already has five Feng Wang Biguo, but after the impact of blood exchange, there are two changes, three changes and so on, the treasures of qi and blood, more and better.

"Fat pig, you are quite familiar with this place!" Ling Han said, let him and the snow to find the place, the remote place where the old ginseng grows, no two or three months to find.

I really can't see it. This pig is too lazy to walk on the ground in a few steps. Is it still so familiar to this place?

"In the future, call you a treasure hunt." Ling Han smiled.

The small pink pig showed a faint color, and it seemed to be disdainful for this title.

"What is your name?" asked Ling Han.

The little pink pig turned his head and made a screaming voice, which was extremely proud.

It will be a good deal.

"That counts, or you are a color pig, lazy pig is good." Ling Han gave up the plan to name this pig.

Under the soft words of the snow, the little pink pig pointed the direction again, but this time, it led the two to the top of Daqingshan.

After walking halfway up the mountain, Ling Han brows.

There was terrible pressure to sway, and his heart trembled, and the snow was even more unbearable, and it was cold and sweaty, constantly groaning.

At this moment, there was a sudden flash of purple light between the necks of Ling Han. Suddenly, this pressure was reduced a lot.

Oh, this is another purple pendant.

This Li Changdan is really amazing, and he has picked up such a baby, but the other side’s gas transportation has obviously stopped his food, or he will not die in his hands.

Ling Han grabbed his head. He also had two attributes of super luck and super bad luck. It was definitely a bad luck attribute.

"Call the snow, don't go any more." He said that the little maid could not resist such pressure.

Calling snow to stop, she really can't go, can persist until now because there is Ling Han around, which turned into a strong belief.

The little pink pig stared at Ling Han, but said that it was his neck.

Oh, it rushed toward the cold.

It was just... it apparently overestimated its ability to jump, only to skip half the distance, it fell from the air.

"Hey," it makes a pig-like cry, but it can't stop it from falling to the ground.

Calling snow is already soft, it is impossible to shoot, Ling Han can catch the little lazy pig in time, but a color pig swoops over, he is disgusting and disgusting, how can he pick it up?

Hey, the little pink pig fell to the ground, motionless.

"Little pig!" Calling snow quickly called.

"Reassured, can't die." Ling Han smiled, this guy can withstand his fist strength, how can he fall and fall?

But this pig actually did not move at all.

"Don't pretend to be pitiful, hurry up and do business." Ling Han dialed with his feet.

"Call! Call! Call!" Turned over, but found that this fat pig had already fallen asleep, and made a snoring sound.

Can you fall asleep when you fall?

You are a pig!

Oh, it is really a pig.

However, by being so cold, the little pink pig woke up, and it once again stared at the neck of Ling Han... the pig's eye glowed.

"How, oh my baby?" Ling Han smiled and took the purple pendant down. He was also curious about the origins of this stuff.

The small pink pigs came together to look at it, and they smelled it with their noses, and then made an action to make Ling Han crazy.

It spit into the purple pendant.

by!

Ling Han quickly collected the pendant: "Fat pig, believe it or not, I will make you a dead pig?"

The little pink pig suddenly showed disdain, and a pig uncle was not afraid of your appearance.

It seems that in the eyes of this pig, the purple pendant is not a treasure, so it is only curious to look at it, and then ... spit out of the mouth.

This pig is absolutely weird.

"Call the snow, you are waiting here, I am going with this fat pig." Ling Han said.

As soon as the little pink pig heard it, he immediately opened his limbs and squatted on the thigh of the snow, and made it clear that he would not go with Ling Han.

This is a disgust.

Where the cold is in charge, the hard-boiled pig will catch the small powder pig.

This color pig is very resistant to playing, but the strength is extremely weak. Where is the enemy over the cold, let it make a scream.

Ling Han took the little pink pig and continued to walk towards the mountain. The purple pendant on the neck glowed against the pressure between the mountains. This is the case. The more you go to the mountain, the more terrible the pressure is. Start to sweat.

Kakaka, his bones are all violent, this should not be a battle, but the atmosphere left by the strong, there is no way to crack, you are strong, you can rival or ignore such pressure, If it is not strong enough, then there is only a share.

In contrast, the small pink pig, it is nothing, as if it can be immune to such pressure.

This fat pig licked the cold from time to time, his eyes filled with ridicule and contempt.

"One day, you will be made into a roast pig!" Ling Han said.

"Hey!" The little pink pig is stunned, although it will only be called back and forth.

"Too lazy to care about you." Ling Han continued to walk with the small pink pig, the pressure of terror became more and more powerful, his speed was getting slower and slower, and the sound of the knuckles was like a broad bean.

what!

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