Mixed Miners

After the refining of more than a dozen first-order magic weapons, it was finally succeeded.

Yang Ling’s thrilling excitement for a long time, then look at the time on the detector, and put a few other magic weapons on the ground into the ring with a hand, then the body flashed on the exit of the system, stepping out.

Just as he sat down on the sofa, the second grape did not finish, there was a wave of volatility in the room, and Ding Cong in the set was waking up from cultivation.

This time Yang Ling is estimated, Jiu Xuan Zhenzhen is about six hours.

Ding Cong jumped out of the room with a smile and saw Yang Ling, who was eating grapes. He couldn’t help but yell: "Haha, second child, congratulations to me, I have mastered the repair of Jiu Xuanzhen." Practice method! It will not be long before I will become a master of the Mahayana period."

Yang Ling turned his head on the black line and said, "Congratulations! You must be very happy to have a **** master like you!"

Hey~!

Ding Cong almost slammed into the coffee table and said in horror: "What... what monster?"

Yang Ling smeared his mouth and smiled at him. "Do you think that I was full enough to make you a master of practicing the atmosphere? Oh, these medicinal herbs are peerless treasures, and there is money to buy them." You count, how many medicinal herbs you have spent so far, especially your chemistry, you can't buy one on the earth, you can't buy one, and you should pay off your debts after eating..."

Ding Cong eyes wide openly watching Yang Ling. After a while, he took a few jade bottles that were still thrown on the sofa and took them to Yang Ling like a hot potato. "The second child, my martial arts is low, I just entered the practice." I don’t know what the monsters are, I don’t want to force me, otherwise I... I will go to the police!”

"Report your sister!"

Yang Ling handed a wave, and a few jade bottles were returned to the Ding Cong's hand, and they were forcibly opened their hands. Ding Cong was frightened and looked at the small jade bottle that he had drilled into his hand. Yang Ling’s screaming sneer: “Now want to quit, it’s late, then I will tell you a big secret!”

Ding Cong's dejected buttocks sat down on the ground, and after a long while he cautiously asked: "What is the second child, what is the monster? What is it?"

Yang Ling waved his hand, and the body of an elite Lantern fell out of thin air. He slammed the floor of the living room out of the pit.

Looking at this head and tail add up to nearly three meters, the body is covered with crustacean, the head is ugly, the fangs are sharp, the claws are like knives, the horrible monsters with serrated long tails seem to be like magnified thousands of times of mutant giants, Ding Cong I can’t stop myself, I’m trying to clamp my legs, and my face is pale and distorted.

.

It’s terrible, he feels that the urine is too fast to hold.

When he is so big, he has never seen such a horrible monster, and he dares to conclude that this thing is definitely not a product of the earth. Otherwise, according to the current powerful network environment, if there is such a creature on the earth, There should be a lot of information anyway.

"This is an elite monster, I call it Yuanxiao, the strength has reached the middle of the training atmosphere, a little stronger than you, in fact, you do not have to fear, the number of such monsters is relatively small, the most is another low-order The Lantern Festival is similar to your level. You can see the strength of the entry level. Although you look at its long, strong and ugly, the strength is not worth mentioning. The attack depends on the tail and the claws. What kind of wind blade, water arrow, Fireball, there is no ability to describe these novels..."

Yang Ling was very tempted to introduce it, and then picked up a dark wooden sword on the sofa. "This is the latest magic weapon I have prepared for you. I will show it to you. With this magic weapon." Dealing with this kind of monster is like cutting vegetables and cutting vegetables."

Yang Ling said that a glimmer of energy rushed into the wooden sword. With the slamming sound, the fierce vitality fluctuations were uploaded from Feijian, and the wooden sword screamed and screamed out.

I saw a faint red light flying over the blade, and the blink of an eye turned into a two- or three-meter-long light blade on the neck of the elite Lantern.

“噗~” After a slight noise, a huge ugly head rolled to the ground.

Because Yangling controlled well, the front edge just cut off the neck of Yuanxiao and immediately dissipated.

Yang Ling’s hand, Mu Jianfei came back into his hands and smiled at Ding Cong. “The sixth child, I saw it. It’s like eating and drinking. I have this magic weapon in hand, waiting for you to practice deep. Not to mention thousands of miles, it’s not a problem to take people’s first few kilometers away, let alone me, what are you worried about?”

Ding Cong turned his worries into joy. He took over the wooden swords in the hands of Yang Ling and looked at them a few times. Then the hands were loose, the flying sword slowly floated, and then the next wave of shaking, a red light blade smashed. Go out.

Just listening to "Boom~", Yangling's chin is falling down~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Nima is too far from the lead, it is separated by five or six meters.

The 55-inch large color TV hanging on the wall of the living room was directly split into two halves. Even a thin crack appeared in the wall. Yang Ling didn’t even have to look at it. He also knew that the wall had been smashed through, and then, Just listening to the sound of the collapse of the "Kang ~ 哗 啦 ~" in the bedroom behind the living room, Yang Ling Shen swept, very fortunate for Ding Cong this goods.

Fortunately, this guy is not strong enough to open the bedroom bed and closet, otherwise the two-storey villa is estimated to collapse directly.

Ding Cong finished the spell is preparing to pose a celebration, the result turned into two halves down the TV and the sound inside the bedroom, the skin pumped a few times into the bedroom, the wooden sword flying in the air slammed on the ground.

After a few seconds, Ding Cong’s heartbreaking mourning came from the bedroom.

Yang Ling curiously walked to the door and saw that Ding Cong was holding a CD in his hand, and his face was dead and sorrowful, but this CD has been neatly broken into two halves, on the envelope. You can clearly see a woman with a squatting posture and a slanting slanting back. It is in a pose of a sultry person. It is the 303 bedroom that was found lost for many years before finding a limited edition of the limited edition.

Yang Ling shook his head regretfully.

A few minutes later Ding Cong was crying and sullen, and a very depressed one sat on the sofa. Yang Ling patted his shoulder silently and handed the flying sword over.

"The sixth, the power of this sword, you have already tested it, how do you feel it?"

Ding Cong sighed the two halves of the disc in his hand and threw it into the trash. It seemed to put down a thought. He thought about it: "The manipulation should be no problem. It is not enough energy. Just now, it’s hard to cultivate the vitality. Nothing." (To be continued.)