Unprecedented Pill Refiner: Entitled Ninth Young Lady

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If the monsoon smokes, the face of the calamus will be stiff, and the warfare will suddenly sink down.

"You don't need to take words to lie to me, I will not be fooled."

The monsoon smoke shrugged slightly and did not care about the hostility of the calamus.

"You don't need it, you know it when you listen."

Later, the monsoon smoke directly looked at the warfare: "You know, why, our Holy Dragon Empire has lost so much thought, but can't find the demon's lair?"

Warfa sneered and did not respond.

The monsoon smoke has a slight lip corner and gently steps on the ground under the foot.

"The demon's lair is not at all on the plain of the rot, but underground."

When the monsoon smoked out, everyone was stunned, and even the face of the calamus showed a shock.

"Underground? General, are you kidding?" screamed with disdain.

"Jokes? This is not a joke. If you don't believe it, you can go to a place with me." The monsoon smoked a smile.

The determination of the monsoon smoke made a bad premonition in the heart of the war, but the monsoon smoke has given the nest of the Yaozu. If he blocks at the moment, he is afraid that it will not be said.

"Alright, I want to see how the season general can be able to find a nest hidden in the ground."

The monsoon smoked a light laugh and immediately convened more than 10,000 soldiers from the Wolf Legion.

Warfare, Yang Lan and Situ Yi also went with them. They need to determine if the monsoon smoke is true.

Out of the military camp, Yang Lan slightly raised the horse and kept up with the monsoon smoke walking in front.

The monsoon smoke is sitting on the back of Bai Ze at the moment, and the white white deer is very blind in the crowd.

"The season general, are you sure?" Yang Hao deliberately lowered his voice and asked.

"Nature is sure." Monsoon smoke responded with a smile.

Yang Lan’s brows are not stretched at all. The monsoon smoke can be said to be a desperate attempt. If it can be discovered, then the plan of the battle will be withdrawn, and if it is not found, then... the bad luck is the monsoon. smoke.

Warfare will never let go of such an opportunity to step on the monsoon smoke.

Yang Lan’s gaze turned slightly, and he looked at the calamus tied to the horse. The fire broke with the calamus and the calamus was seen.

"It is best to be able to find nature, and the season generals are careful." Yang Lan lowered his voice.

The monsoon smoke nodded slightly.

The team went out of the three battalions and spent half a day. At this moment, it was already in the dead of night. A pair of torches ignited, dispelling the darkness and illuminating the land of the inch.

The battle was very depressed on the way. He looked at the monsoon smoke at the forefront and his eyes flickered.

"General Situ, look at this season's wind..."

Situ swayed and shook his head.

War Fei had to close his mouth.

In the middle of the night, the army finally stopped. There is a certain distance from the military camp. The place where the monsoon smoke stops the team is a vast wasteland. It is surrounded by a village, and even a vegetation cannot be found. Only the loess on the ground is intertwined with the yellow sand, which looks desolate.

"The season general, you should not want to tell me, the Yaozu is under our feet?" After the battle of Feifei, he looked around and felt that the monsoon smoke was delaying time.

After the monsoon smoke came to the ground, he glanced at the war and looked at him. He was too lazy to take care of him. He directly ordered the soldiers of the Wolf Legion to find out within a certain range of her painting.