Prehistoric life

Looking at the distressed appearance of the old man, Zhou Cheng sighed slightly, thinking that the heartless master didn't care about anything. I didn't expect to be like Sun Jiuyang.

People with good alchemy do not matter about others, only for the refiners to seek excellence.

The things that can be made of innate treasures have been made into the acquired treasure. Zhou Cheng himself does n’t think it ’s what you do. It’ s all the treasures anyway. It can be used. But it ’s different for them.

After grabbing the bastard and cursing for a while, the old man finally stopped and pulled out the gourd plug. But seeing the chaotic starlight of the gourd mouth, a white knife flew out directly from the inside and hung in the air.

Although I didn't mean to attack myself, but looking at the little knife, Zhou Cheng felt that Yuan Shen was numb for a while, as if he was acupunctured.

"This ... isn't this good?" Zhou Cheng said his conscience.

He didn't know what would happen if the Master of the Puppet came to practice would become, but at least he couldn't make this effect.

The old man immediately scolded: "A good fart, have you seen the Baolian's defense forbidden system?"

Once the treasure is urged, even if it is offensive, there will be defensive prohibition to protect users. This gourd really does not feel. Zhou Cheng can only say weakly: "Maybe it is pure offensive treasure."

"Attack a fart, which treasure you can see that the treasure can not be attacked in a large blockbuster.

"Hey!" Perhaps he was tired, the old man sighed. He controlled the white knife to fly in the hall a few times and took it back. Then he threw it to Zhou Cheng.

At this time, the black stuff didn't know where to wander back. At first sight, Zhou Cheng flew over with a thunderbolt, and pasted it on his back.

This incompetent thing, Zhou Cheng's belly, but helpless, he could only ask: "Master, what is the skill of the Yuan Ling calling the Demon Scripture, and how to give me such a thing.

thing?"

This doubt has always been in his heart. At this moment, Master Xie was in front of him, and he naturally asked.

But the old man's anger for the golden bell obviously has not disappeared, and his eyes stared: "What do you ask so much, there is your second brother, the third brother, the fourth brother, the sixth brother ...

. ""

I stopped and scolded again: "The prodigal breaks!"

Let's take a look at it again: "What about the branches of the sunflower and Dangui jade?"

Zhou Cheng asked immediately with a cautious look: "What did you do? I want to use the alchemy!"

This unscrupulous old man is most greedy. Even if you eat flowers, you will not let it go, let alone the sun fire.

"Don't look at me with that look. I know you want to alchemy. Who do you think your master helps you find the alchemist?" The old man patted Zhou Cheng's head: "It's your master me!

There are only a handful of people who can refine the nine -to -Jindan Dan, your master and I are one of them. "

Zhou Cheng covered the place where he was photographed, but still doubted: "Really?"

Then I looked at Doumun Yuanjun: "Senior, is it true?" I didn't know what was going on. He felt that he had seen a few sides of Doumu Yuanjun more credible than his master.

Doumu Yuanjun didn't speak, he just nodded with a smile.

Zhou Cheng's doubts dissipated a lot, but he still did not dare to take it out easily. Instead, he asked: "I haven't made up yet, what are you going to do now?"

"You's idiot. I don't hurry up to take these two stuff to find your teacher.

, Strongly grab the result, Lao Tzu will not help you anyway. "

The old man scolded with a meal, which made Zhou Cheng shrink his neck. The old man today seems to be too big.

I dare not say anything, busy the sunflower, Dangui jade branches, and thought about it slightly, and took the seven -leaf octagonal lotus, Kirin's hard work and sycamore treasure trees, and handed it over to the old man.

Anyway, you have to give him, it is better to let him be safer.

When I took the sycamore treasure tree flowers, the old man suddenly said: "This flower, the taste is good!"

After licking his tongue again, Zhou Cheng hung up his whole heart, and almost snatched everything back.

Looking at the old man accepted everything, Zhou Cheng was relieved in his heart, and immediately took out another helper wooden box. After opening it, he asked, "Master, can this fruit be made of nine to Jin Dan?"

The old old man stared at his eyes, and he slammed on Zhou Cheng's head. He slapped: "You are also a prodigal script, and things that can't be picked up.

Just throw it away? "

"Ouch!" Zhou Cheng retreated with his head covering his head, but he dared not say anything. At this moment, he clearly felt that the infinite Tianzun in front of him exuded a murderous. He also sighed in his heart.

If the result, I can't help the division block.

"Hey, the storm!" The old man sighed and lost the box back.

"Save ... help!" The faint call for help came from the side, naturally Sun Jiuyang, who returned to the light.

"Master, this ..." Zhou Cheng only remembered that there was a suffering brother here again.

The old man glanced at the old man: "It is also a idiot, the picture of the mountains and rivers is so easy to get? There is a world in it, your little body, do you hold it up?"

Stopped, and instructed again: "Feng Lixi, help him take things."

The little banshee who always wanted to help but dare not step forward, and quickly twisted his body and slipped over.

"ah!"

Sun Jiuyang yelled, as if he was relieved, he fainted directly. The little banshee was busy in the hands to condense white light for him.

"Isn't it a world inside? How can she take it so easily?" Zhou Cheng asked puzzled.

This little banshee saw the breath clearly, and she was a special constitution. She still couldn't afford the picture roll, but she could do it easily.

"People are in the world, what do you know, Dao Yanjian can not only get it! It's rare and weird!" The old man glared at him: "Come on, give you two things!"

Zhou Chengzheng's belly was slandered. When he heard that he had to give himself something, he ran over like a chicken blood.

Just looking at it recently, I couldn't help but shout: "What are the two things?"

The master of the sloppy master is two stones that are not slippery in autumn.