My Disciples Are All Sand Sculpture Players

"Well, here is a powerful Demonic Beasts of the late stage of the spiritual vein..."

"There are hordes of Demonic Beasts living there..."

"There is actually a spiritual spring here? There must be a lot of spiritual herbs around!"

...

He Yiming stepped on the Flying Sword and flew through the air. While flying, he took out a scroll and simply recorded the detected situation.

"Aww!" From time to time, flying Demonic Beasts will notice He Yiming and attack directly through the air.

"Sky Thunder Technique!!!" He Yiming raised his hand, and the thunder roared out and killed him instantly!

After all, this is still the outermost area of ​​Shiwan Dashan. The strongest Demonic Beasts that He Yiming has seen so far are only at the late stage of the Spiritual Pulse Realm, and they are active alone.

He Yiming, who can even be killed by Poseidon Ronald in Foundation Establishment Realm, is naturally not afraid of these Demonic Beasts.

In one afternoon, He Yiming marched fifty miles, and mapped all the important places along the way and the habitats of Demonic Beasts.

Of course, in the air, there may be omissions.

But it doesn't matter!

He Yiming believes that, as far as the player's style of licking the past is, absolutely nothing will be left behind, and no good things will be missed.

After He Yiming returned, he was quickly seen by several players.

"Brother Ming is back!"

With a shout, more than a dozen players immediately gathered around.

"Brother Ming, we killed a lot of Demonic Beasts again!"

"Brother Ming, we dug up so many Spirit Stones, the chest is almost full!"

"Brother Ming, do you want to eat five-spice grilled skewers? It's a mix of five kinds of Demonic Beasts. It's delicious!"

...

These players showed off happily, and several players handed He Yiming skewers.

"These players have a lot of flamboyant operations!" He Yiming took a bite of the five-spice grilled skewers, and glanced around by the way.

It's only half a day.

A huge camp centered on the Lingwu chariot has already been established.

To the west is a gourmet street, five or six shops are open at the same time, there are a lot of hot pot, malatang, and skewers.

At the same time, many new delicacies have been derived.

"Brother Tongue, pack ten black leopard meat buns!"

"okay!"

"Is this skewer edible?"

"Wait a few more minutes, eat the meat when it's cooked!"

"Fuck, when I went to get a bun, did you eat all the meat?"

"Quick, add some more meat!"

...

At least 20 players are gathering here to have a feast.

He Yiming even suspects that some players have been eaten since they went online and have not moved until now.

He Yiming really wanted to ask, are you here to practice? Or come here to eat something special?

On the east side are rows of shelves and self-made simple tool tables.

Several master craftsmen are skillfully polishing weapons and assembling armors. Every time they finish a piece, they hang it on the shelf.

From time to time, a few players came back, said hello, and took away the new weapons and armor, and put down the damaged armor and weapons at the same time.

To the south is a small flat land that is open.

"Fuck, that's not how the Eight Inner Gates are opened, let me do it again..."

"Eight Inner Gates, open!"

"Um, Brother Luffy, don't you need to do this pose? It feels so embarrassing!"

"You know what a fart, if you don't have a posture, your power will be reduced by half, this is common sense!"

"what??"

"You guys don't understand Brother Luffy's true meaning. It takes time to reverse the Cultivation Technique. Just put a pose to attract the enemy's attention to cover it up. Seconds! As expected of me, Brother Luffy!"

...

Wang Luffy is leading seven or eight players, practicing Eight Inner Gates repeatedly.

In the dormitory of the Lingwu Chariot, there were more than twenty players lying motionless on the beds, sleeping soundly.

These players are of course not sleeping, but offline.

After all, except for beef noodle players who can live for more than 16 hours a day, most players can be online for 8 hours a day, which is pretty good.

"Player...does have the advantage of being a player!" He Yiming couldn't help feeling emotional while watching this scene.

If it is the cultivator of this world, no matter how many people there are, if they enter the Northern Expedition of the Hundred Thousand Mountains...

Face life and death every day!

Every time I return to the camp, there will be several companions missing.

Coupled with the pain accumulated in the battle, the mood will be even heavier.

When a group of cultivators are like this, the atmosphere can be imagined.

But the players are completely different!

Hiccup?

Can be revived anytime!

Injured?

He Yiming saw a player whose head was hammered flat, and was still spanking and fucking awesome with others.

Depressed?

He Yiming believes that maybe in reality, players are depressed.

But after coming to the world where you are, you can fight monsters, eat big meals, and burp together with other friends!

Each of these players exuded genuine joy and happiness.

Feeling the lively atmosphere, He Yiming couldn't help but glance back at the distant mountains.

Well, no dream.

I am indeed on the outskirts of Shiwanda Mountain, and I can still hear the faint roar of Demonic Beasts in the distance.

The only one who dares to be so arrogant and presumptuous on the outskirts of Shiwan Dashan is the player, right?

It's not like the Northern Expedition now.

It's like an outing.

He Yiming shook his head and stopped thinking, and issued a system notification, and soon, all the players gathered.

The players who went out to fight also rushed back quickly, and the offline players also received the notification and went online one after another.

"You disciples!"

He Yiming first praised the efforts of the players, and then took out a huge map.

"Here is the map I surveyed today. There are powerful Demonic Beasts stationed here, and there are Demonic Beasts living in groups..." He Yiming pointed to the map, and after some explanation, the players understood everything.

At the same time, with one thought, He Yiming used the power of the system to send the map to each player in the form of a screenshot.

In this way, players can check the map at any time.

"With a map, it's much easier!" Star's eyes lit up, he immediately took out the scroll, and began to study the battle plan with a homemade quill.

At this time, the sky gradually darkened, and night approached.

He Yiming knew that it would be easy to GG with the players' ability to attack at this time.

But the time is limited. Although today is the first day of the Northern Expedition, the time at night cannot be wasted!

So He Yiming made a decision!

night battle! *