The aroma of wine comes, the nets are harvested, and the nests are harvested in autumn.
The mahogany is tall and strict, simple and elegant, with towers standing near mountains and rivers, and has a light fragrance.
On the top floor of the tower, you can see the prosperity thousands of miles away.
Standing in the pavilion, wearing white clothes with pins and buttons, and a long and jade figure, Yuntu Zangyue said calmly: "Junior brother, can you be more straightened up?"
"Don't be so gossipy, it's still about your confidante! Right." The man said, crossing his long legs.
Yuntu Zangyue's shining face passed away, and the beautiful girl was also a trouble. She raised her hand to trace, and the runes and hexagrams were complex and exquisite.
It takes shape in a moment, hooks your fingers, and picks.
The talisman made a stream of light and flew far into the sky.
"I'm a little unfamiliar with Taoism. I've sent it to Senior Brother Zhang. You can practice more later."
The man choked and half-smiled, "The embroidered handkerchief didn't know what it was and he turned it around several houses. The woman who finally bought it paid 10,000 gold. Since you don't want to know, I won't mention it."
He said he wouldn't mention it, but the man is very stubborn. Maybe he was joking about it, trying this senior brother who is dedicated to cultivation.
Ten thousand gold, the maids standing guard in the tower took a breath of cold air, admiring the talented man, but their monthly salary was only 100 gold.
All eyes looked at Yuntu Zangyue, but he remained unchanged, cold and indifferent, not caring about the secular world.
The man crossed his chest, changed into a more comfortable posture, and spoke again, "He is a newcomer that I don't know either. I heard that he is practicing at Xiaoya Peak, where low-level disciples are."
"Time's up." A stream of light flew in the air, and the response paper flew over. Yuntu Zangyue turned to leave.
There was a gust of wind, and the man jumped up to stop him, blocking the way out halfway with his body. He crossed his waist and wiped his forehead, unable to help but laugh.
He said helplessly: "If you don't want to know her so much, maybe she likes you, an incredible beauty."
After asking around for a while, he finally found out the name from the merchant on the riverside.
Seeing that his junior brother was unwilling to give up, Yun Tu Zangyue looked back, his eyes were uncertain, and he said concisely: "Who?"
"Zhongli Bi is washing." After realizing that he was bored, the man finished speaking and stepped aside as soon as he could.
Yuntu Zangyue Yun Danfeng left quietly, and suddenly there was a thump on the flight, "I remembered, it was her."
Volcanoes, red crystal forests.
"...reward aura value +500"
Zhongli Bi washes his feet and a surge of heat energy rises. Due to business changes, he starts playing seven battles and feels that his body is strengthened and his strength is greatly improved.
Operating like a tiger, the Qingfeng Sword has greatly increased its wings, its spiritual power is colorful, and it can destroy giant beasts with one strike.
Then he cut again, with one go, the bronze bell rang, endlessly, three swords and four swords, dripping with blood, smooth and neat.
Zhou Yanxing practiced Qi for the first time, and with the beautiful woman Rushuang protecting him, it was difficult to carry the giant beast, and he was at a disadvantage several times.
After dealing with the two giant beasts, Zhongli Bi fled away, and the swallow quickly flew over the eaves to help Zhou Yanxing. With only two chops, the giant beast collapsed.
"Thank you," Zhou Yanxing, his hair a little messy, comforted the beauty and said, "I don't want the inner elixir of the giant beast."
After watching the battlefield that was about to end, Zhongli Bi turned his head and said, "Then I'll accept it."
The polite words were casual, Zhou Yanxing nodded.
The three of them stood together, and the smoke in the air soon calmed down. Shui Yunxiang and the three worshipers got more than ten big beast inner elixirs and walked step by step.
After that, the other two teams copied this, and the cultivators laughed happily as they had dozens of beast inner elixirs in their hands.
"How far is it? I'll just go home."
Young Master Han Bing suppressed it and continued to move forward.
"I can't do it anymore. There are too many beasts." The man who is a master of cultivating immortals had spoken before and was dressed in pure green.
Twenty-nine is close to middle age. Using moves, the wind turns into rain, and the spiritual power spreads around the eight branches.
The technique is combined with the technique, and the fingers are used together, with cold eyebrows, wind and snow, and hunger and cold.
Zhang Taiqing read:
"The drizzle is continuous, the bridge is broken, and it falls quickly."
The black spider silk webs were broken one by one by the descending rain spirits, and the defeated beasts were riddled with holes.
Sizzling smoke, looking painful.
Zhang Taiqing and Zhang Taiqing are both masters of immortality, and there is Lao Shang who is a second-level qi practitioner, but they are in different camps.
Old Shang is a sword cultivator in Young Bing's formation.
"Shura gods and ghosts."
Jumping up into the sky, there was a roar in the air, and the sky came to bear it. Half of the body of the god and ghost floated on the blade, and three strings were attached to the back of the blade, making a sound.
Blessed to kill 30%, every time he slashed, the black spider's skin and flesh burst open, and blood spurted into the sky.
Accompanying Lao Shang are two brothers and sisters who are cultivators of immortality.
Brother Yu's skill is in the formation, and the children's ancient gongs are hung in matching clothes. His hands are slapping in sequence, and the bells and drums are shattered.
Confused, three-dimensional and petite, like a dancer.
Le Mei is dressed in colorful clothes, with red and green lines on both sides of her cheeks, and her skin is brown, but firm and silky.
The crescent moon knife, the moonlight is curved, and the ice is cold.
The knife fell with his hand, and the spider's legs were like slitting the throat. Blackness rolled into his belly and brain at the end of his life. He stabbed hard with both hands, splashing out clouds and rain.
Wait, all the immortal cultivators, let’s rest for one night and then climb the mountain twice.
"It's a long road, I wouldn't have come if I had known." Many people complained.
The number of deaths increased, and Zhongli Bi washed Zhou Yanxing's side, and all ten people were safe.
Young Master Han Bing was also unharmed, and the other team had no one to protect them. Zhang Taiqing and his employer were the only ones left, plus a few remaining coolies.
Xiao Quyang was among them, only one of his arms and legs was broken, and his life was hanging by a thread.
"Why don't we quit and go back?" said the coolie brother.
Xiaoquyang was pulled by him and asked, "Go back? Are you sure that the beasts on the road will rely on Mr. Zhang and our boss, and we can get home safely."
With discernment and thorough analysis, Zhang Taiqing also thought about sitting on the rock at some point.
"If you buy it and leave it, it will not be returned." Joke alone, knowing that life and death are determined in your heart. If you come, you will be tied together, and if you turn back, you will die.
"There is a way forward." The employer was an old woman, and she promised a bonus, doubling the reward after the project was completed.
The mountain wall is steep, rising straight into the clouds. We walked to the depths of the volcano, to the peak of Thousand Feet Ridge.
The beasts hidden in the shadows take them by surprise and harass them from time to time. They are also so agile that they cannot be defeated in a fight and immediately run away.
The beasts whose territories are close to each other are disturbed countless times due to the race living in groups.
A cultivator, a young woman under Young Master Han Bing, knows a bit about mist formations.
After gathering the materials, he washed them out of the mountain together with the Zhongli Bi, and found the Spark Stone, which was pink and full of spiritual energy.
"Fellow Taoist Feihua." Zhou Yanxing took out what the team was looking for.
The young woman is beautiful, with a gorgeous face, only slight wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, a silvery face with powdered makeup, and two strands of hair on her ears.
The waist is slender, the joints are delicate, the shoulders are not too wide, the arms and biceps are strong, and the wrists have gold rings.
The gold chain around the neck and clavicle, the series of tiny chrysanthemums, and the leaf jade pendant are pleasing to the eye, like the Silver Moon Fairy.
The last important joint of the spark stone was crushed, and the bamboo leaves that Mr. Han Bing found were trimmed. The leaves have thick veins, and the thin branch lines are full of spiritual power, smelling of rosin.
When Young Master Hanbing delivered it, Feihua said: "The leaves and the stone are dependent on each other, and this is the only one left."
With eyes wide open, the strongest of the two, Young Master Han Bing, paused and said, "I got the spark stone."
Hearing this, Feihua was a little embarrassed, "I'm overly happy, Mr. Han Bing, please forgive me."
"Yes, Fairy Zhongli is one step ahead of you."
