I Can See the Experience Value

It's not that He Xiaotian doesn't want to imitate more advanced congregants, it's just that the experience value is here.

Three thousand per minute, one hundred and eighty thousand per hour, and four million three hundred and twenty thousand per day.

Come someone who exceeds the limit, 50 million experience points, and goes bankrupt in minutes.

And according to the speed of the opponent, at least one more day to reach the destination.

He also didn't know how long he would have to lurk before he could find out the bottom of the main altar.

You can't spend a long time trying to release the dragon medicine once and leave, right?

As the saying goes, thieves don't go away...it should be back and forth.

I went to give a big gift bag with good intentions, and if Prajna taught him not to repay him well, wouldn't it be unsightly in face?

Besides, if you want to play, you can play Stud, so who can do it!

He Xiaotian returned to the team bearing the identity of the sixth son.

"here!"

The man named Fifth Brother waved and shouted.

So, He Damang showed a simple and honest smile, and ran over with his legs.

"Liu Zi, are you a little fast? I told you a long time ago, don't mess around with women in the sect, your body is the most important thing."

Following Fifth Brother's words, He Xiaotian's smile gradually froze.

Not only because the imitation guy didn't look simple and honest on the surface, but because he saw several big-armed and round girls, who were winking at him.

That tonnage is not too exaggerated to sit on a dead cow, it is more than enough.

In all fairness, when he saw fifty-five men having a full banquet, he could not change his face.

These aunt-level 'beauties' almost made him vomit.

If there is a chance, He Xiaotian must go back to the place where the six sons are buried, dig him out and flog his corpse for a hundred days.

Why is your taste so strong at such a young age? !

After a day's journey, the leading helmsman finally ordered a two-hour rest.

Therefore, the large troops temporarily stopped and began to cook.

"Six, come. It's our turn to show off!"

Fifth Brother patted He Xiaotian on the shoulder, got up and went to cook.

A big reckless man: "..."

This guy is still a chef?

There is no way, in order to meet the rich woman and give her a big gift to ease the embarrassing relationship between the two parties, I congratulate someone to bear it.

Whatever the fifth brother does, he will follow suit, just like a gourd.

Anyway, he doesn't need to prepare the meals for high-level figures such as the helmsman.

The low-level congregation only needs to have a bite to eat, regardless of whether it is good or not, the most important thing is to fill their stomachs.

From this point of view, the Prajna Sect is poor!

The lives of grassroots believers are too hard.

So why are you so determined to follow the other party to make troubles all over the nightmare world?

Could it be that the brainwashing method is powerful?

Later, He Xiaotian saw an even more shocking scene.

Because someone actually gave them a class, maybe it's not called a class here, but it's about the same.

The leader's mouth fluttered up and down, and the saliva flew out all the way.

In short, there is only one meaning, follow Prajna, eat, drink and have a wife.

He described magnificent scenes, all living the lives of others.

These low-level congregants were like demons, each of them showed yearning expressions. Fortunately, the fifth brother sitting next to He Xiaotian looked obsessed.

"..."

Is there any difference between your Prajna teaching and MLM in this world?

It's all about drawing big cakes, bragging, and fooling around one set after another.

He understood why the congregation were so devout.

Nima is a group of people who have experienced education in this world, but they are constantly being fooled and can't find their way.

What's more, these people who have not even experienced basic education!

Then He Xiaotian felt that he would not return to the present world?

It seems good to set up a sect in the Dire Realm and be the leader of more than 10,000 people.

By the way, Roger must be portrayed as the saint of his own sect.

After all, it looks compelling. Can an average person with three heads and six arms grow up like this?

Roger, who was waiting for He Xiaotian, sneezed several times in a row.

He has already built a crude shelter and dried a pile of meat, presumably preparing for a long-term war.

"Hey, when will you be able to return to the present world? Why hasn't this guy X come back? Could it be that he was taken care of by a rich woman from the Dire Realm?"

Roger looked at the sun in the sky and sighed.

He still remembered that He Xiaotian had vowed to let him serve the rich woman back then.

People are all vengeful.

I can't beat it, but it's also very cool to say hello.

Especially when the other party is not there!

After resting for two hours, the team finally started to continue their journey.

During the period, He Xiaotian left An Yizheng and refused, and several fierce girls invited him to play a wrestling game

Leaving aside the issue of being pretentious or not, it seems that his physique can't handle it.

The other party's buttocks can definitely break your waist.

I really don't know how the strength of the original six sons and three ranks came from serving them.

With this innate condition, join the fart Prajna Sect!

Just find any city to be Quack, isn't it delicious?

After the sun set, we walked for another five hours and finally arrived at the Prajna General Altar.

These high-level rudder leaders really don't take human lives seriously.

If you rush on the road at night, you are not afraid of annihilation of the whole army.

A group of people are lucky, and the road is safe and sound.

After He Xiaotian and the others got into the deep mountains and old forests, he couldn't tell where he was, and then his eyes suddenly lit up and entered a bright boundary.

There are torches all around, reflecting the bright light in the cave.

The roads are all paved with bluestone slabs, which are extremely clean.

The guards in charge of the handle door are all not weak in breath, and the leader is at least in the Qi state.

They just chatted with the helmsman, and then let them go with a blank expression.

A group of people waited under the leadership of the disciples of the main altar, and divided them into rooms, and each of them was given a set of clean clothes.

After everyone took a shower and got dressed, someone came to say that it was dinner.

The six sons simulated by He Xiaotian drifted with the current, like an inconspicuous drop of water in the current.

I seem to be defenseless, but I secretly calculate the distance in my heart, imprinting all the places I have passed in my mind.

Not to mention, the Prajna teaching is quite capable of winning people's hearts.

These meals are carefully prepared, four dishes and one soup, steamed buns are enough.

Usually it's a simple meal, but when the lower-level congregants see this, it's hard to shake off their cheeks.

Especially He Xiaotian, who robbed more fiercely than anyone else.

Be polite when eating, unless you are blind, anyone will suspect that you are a spy who sneaked in.

Eat and drink enough, and naturally go back to each house to sleep.

On the way, He Xiaotian suppressed the feeling of strangling all the fierce girls to death, and once again rejected their invitations to the wrestling game one by one.

Five days passed in a flash, and a certain reckless man was wandering in the kitchen all day.

At the beginning, he was indeed a little anxious.

But after getting acquainted for a day, he smiled, as excited as a child who can kill several Primordial Realm children with one punch.

Without him, the intelligence in this place is very extreme.

Several master chefs in the kitchen will occasionally cook small stoves for the senior executives at the rudder level, specializing in the chefs of small banquets.

Of course, in the Earth Nightmare Realm, there is no such name.

And what's even more exciting is that when a group of bigwigs talk, they basically don't avoid the chef.

In the main arena, it is basically as difficult as climbing the sky if you want to leave.

Especially the low-level congregants, either show their talents, and the sect spends resources to train you. Or stay here for the rest of your life and work until you die.

That's why these big shots don't guard against some handymen.

The defense of the main altar of the Prajna Sect can be called an iron wall.

Don't say you are a little chef, even if you are a master in the Primordial Realm, you will die if you try to break through.

So the chefs are very boring.

It's rare for a newcomer to join, and there is no word on the door.

It is said all day long that the rudder owner has several concubines, and which rudder owner's concubine has gone out to steal people again.

Sometimes seemingly inadvertent words will reveal big problems.

He Xiaotian made some indirect remarks about his own deeds, but the old chef said that the leader hated him to the bone, and that all the water in the world could not be quenched.

During these days, how many sect backbones did he kill?

I can't figure it out myself.

What's more, he also offended a Zuo protector. If someone can kill him, it will not be a problem to reach the sky in the Prajna Sect.

No wonder the Narcissus helmsman took a huge risk and summoned men to surround and kill him.

The wages of avarice is death.

By tapping around, he obtained a lot of useful information.

The role of one of them is extremely huge! !

"Hehe, the old clapper's life essence is close to exhaustion, and he hangs his life entirely by relying on the strong energy in the eyes of the formation. Unexpectedly, the handwriting of the Prajna Sect is quite powerful. I don't know where there are five essence veins buried in the ground, forming a five-element formation."

When He Xiaotian heard the news, a bold idea rose in his heart.

And it was spreading and expanding, and when the excitement in his bones came up, his whole body felt like he had been injected with chicken blood.

"Steady, don't wave. Don't overturn the car, or the bones and dregs may not be left."