I Just Want To Farm

"Then this iron-blooded battle... will we really arrange for a fifth-rank sect to fight us?" The former domineering has become more restrained and restrained, and he asked the question like this.

"Well, generally speaking, it is the weakest fifth-rank sect."

"What if it's unusual?" Moon Mirror asked.

Grandma Jinding asked back: "Why do you ask such an embarrassing question? Don't you know the luck of our sect in the past dynasties?"

What luck?

Luck similar to that of a certain Gu Daofeng disciple—the kind of luck that would bring bad luck wherever he goes.

Mirror of the Moon: "Okay, I see, it is probably the middle and upper reaches of the fifth-rank sect. If it is middle-class, we are already lucky."

Very good, just know what's in your mind.

After Fang Yourong left, the Jinding mother-in-law who replaced her younger brother's position was stable, and said indifferently: "As for the content of the iron-blooded battle, there is a high probability that the three thousand cavalry will see blood on the battlefield and will not die until they are wiped out." As long as everyone on the other side does not accept surrender, those who are all dead will lose."

"It's amazing, Grandma Jinding is really knowledgeable and knowledgeable, she knows all about this kind of thing."

"That's terrible, the sect has participated in leapfrog iron-blooded battles before."

Everyone was surprised, hey, what else is going on?

No, a long time ago, the sect didn't have any grades, not even the lowest grade 9. It's still a perverted way of digging dung and painting walls to advance in the past few years.

"It is reasonable to say that our sect is not destroyed, and we won at that time? Since we won, why did we fall to the rank of no product, then..."

How many grades did we leapfrog and challenge back then? Who are you calling?

All kinds of questions have not had time to ask.

Granny Jinding suddenly smiled sinisterly, "Believe me, you don't want to know what happened later, it's not a good thing."

Everyone shivered abruptly.

I can't afford to be provoked, I can't afford to stop asking.

Everyone backed away and kept silent.

Changting glanced at Tian Dazhuang who was sitting on it at night, this guy is smart, the whole process is quiet like a handsome man with lotus in an empty valley.

However, it is estimated that holding back is also very difficult.

"What does it say inside, agree?"

Chang Tingwan asked casually, and Grandma Jinding nodded, "I just sent a voice transmission to me, I agree."

In fact, I still have to ask her about such a shit, of course I agree, the officially recognized fight is a once-in-a-lifetime good thing, it must be done!

Now that she agreed, Granny Jinding got up, took the Yu Ling and Zongmen Pin Ling and then operated. ． ． ．

hum! Yu Ling turned into a beam of light, shooting straight into the sky, flying through the distant space at an unknown height in the sky, reaching even more distant regions, and reaching a wider and deeper unfathomable place.

Over there, an audit visit will be arranged soon, and. ． ． Iron blood battle!

That's all right?

"Next, we should make arrangements."

Everyone got up and went to work, which was no small matter.

It's either up or down, it's a big deal for the sect!

As soon as they left, leaving three prison guards to release bail, Tian Dazhuang stood up, but he still couldn't hold back, and leaned in front of Granny Jinding and asked: "Hey, Granny, what happened to the sect's lost products back then... Actually, you don’t know either, hehehe.”

Granny Jinding's short and fat body froze, she turned her head and took a deep look at Tian Dazhuang.

Tian Dazhuang froze, trying to escape.

boom!

Chang Tingwan covered his ears, blocked the screams like killing a pig, carefully avoided the blood splashing, opened the door slowly like a lotus growing step by step, and walked out.

It's so miserable, it's so miserable, I can't bear to look directly at it.

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People with good eyesight can not only peek at other people's underwear, but also search around for bone spirits to slaughter and pick up equipment materials. There is no need to cover up. Jiaojiao and Qin Yu are addicted to hunting and cannot extricate themselves. Their mood swings may be integrated into one content — Get rich, get rich, get rich! ! ! !

"It would take a lot of energy and time to gather the Bone Essence, but thanks to the big bosses in the Heavenly Hidden Realm, they used tricks to lure out so many Bone Essences, good man!"

Qin Yu has always been a supporter of interests. When it hurts her interests, she scolds the other party's eighteen generations of ancestors, and when it benefits her interests. ． ． Praise to the face, scold behind the back.

It's that flexible.

"Yuyu, we can all kill a hundred bone spirits in one wave now, there are so many bone shattered crystals, do you want to absorb them?"

"What are you collecting, there is no more grazing marrow, and there will be plenty of time in the future, but there are not many such good hunting environments."

Qin Yu's main target was the Black Bone General, who crazily charged into the middle area from the periphery of the battlefield ruins. She had already hunted seven or eight of them, but when she reached the middle area, she told Jiaojiao to restrain himself.

"This battlefield relic is not the back garden of the Heavenly Hidden Realm. It has existed for a long time. There are so many horrible corpses buried in the past. Who knows what kind of things have grown out of it."

Qin Yu is still in awe of those old bosses, referring to those old perverts in the dungeon, you can know what the monster attributes of the golden age of the saint age were.

Jiaojiao is also a coward, she nodded Hanhan when she heard the words, while hunting and killing Qin Yu in a low-key way to make a fortune, but one person and one cat have extreme temperaments, and while cowardly, they kept walking the middle and deep routes, The closer you get to the depths, the more you feel the horror inside.

Qin Yu thought about it, and tried it out, and found that with Jiaojiao, she could run wild in the middle position. As long as she wanted, she could avoid all the people she didn't want to meet, but if she met them. ． ． ．

On the sixth day, that is, the third day after Qin Yu reached the middle position (she had been on the periphery for three days), she met someone she wanted to meet, so she didn't avoid it.

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The ruins of the battlefield used to be a place of slaughter and ruins, with countless corpses, shattered materials, magic weapons of the city wall, etc., half-buried and half-buried by yellow sand and thick soil, there were once banners on the sand dunes, and some flesh and blood paved the wilderness.

This is a battlefield, and now it is just a relic. Compared with the barrenness and vastness of the Fuqu Sand Sea, it is a bit more bleak.

That kind of bleakness that floats on the surface, and the chill that hides underneath.

It is the taste of the vicissitudes of history.

Of course, how many people who come in have a literary heart to understand this, either hunt or be hunted,

Zhou Jinchuan is the young master of Lingyan Pavilion in the north. After entering the ruins of the battlefield, he also used his own strength to kill a pass on the periphery. He met two juniors who were also disciples of Lingyan Pavilion and joined forces.

But be careful, because he knows that there are many people he can't afford to offend. After all, the middle-aged and older generations are difficult to deal with, and the younger generation. ． ． ． He asked himself that except for a few people, no one could be his opponent.

"Except for people like Lai Yuan, Mo Jinzun, and Shu Man, and that Wei Xian. I'm not afraid of anyone."

In fact, there are quite a few people named by name, plus "these people", who knows how many people are behind, but Zhou Jinchuan is still very strong, otherwise he would not have won the seventh place in the selection of Northern Tianzang.

Although the two younger juniors didn't like his character, they were jealous that the other was born as a young pavilion master and took up all the resources, but they couldn't deny the other's talent and strength, so they also complimented him a few times, but they haven't finished their compliments yet. .

"Brother, ahead..."

The two were terrified.

Zhou Jinchuan noticed it earlier than them, and his eyes were fixed on the front.

There was someone ahead, someone he had just mentioned.

Mo Jinzun!