Chapter 147: He moved

Cui Wenzi was so excited that he took over the comprehension of Danyang in the hands of Zhou Yang and found that all of them were actually repairing Dan.
What condensate Dan, wash the marrow Dan, gather Shen Dan······
Even if he can live forever in the mythical world, it is difficult to conceal his excitement.
This is completely new and a new alchemy system.
The longevity medicine he refines, although it can make people live forever, but at the root, after taking the elixir, it just becomes an ordinary person with a long life, and no extraordinary strength exists.
Sending away the intoxicating Cui Wenzi, Zhou Yang saw the eighteen bronzes of the Iron Man, Zhu Xiaoshi and the Shendiao Xia, returning to the Wanjie Building with the Hydra.
Zhou Yang handed a wave, and the Hydra was turned into a streamer and fell behind the Wanjie Building.
"Task rewards will not be given to you, but you can enter the world of night legends, do not need to pay 100 value points." Zhou Yang said to the eighteen copper people.
The eighteen bronze people heard the excitement, and in their capacity, I am afraid that they could not afford the world of night legends.
But now it's free, they are a bit of a harvest, and that's a worthwhile trip.
"Shen Hou, you can also go back and bring some people, just like them." Zhou Yang said, the legend of the world is so big, go to the day one day, go to the day one day, the difference is not great.
After the iron bile Zhu Xiaoshi and the eighteen bronze people were worshipped, the iron bile Zhu ignored the world and returned to the world, and the eighteen bronze people took the iron rod to kill the world of the night.
After the iron bile, Zhu Wushi and others left, the Ming dynasty Yang Lan also took the Ming cult and carefully raised the small peach trees that Zhou Yang requested.
The small peach tree is about ten feet high, and the ten people are holding the thickness. Each root must be three or four meters long. Each of its branches and leaves, like the ink jade carving, seems to be able to drip out the jade juice, full of vitality.
And there are still a number of bowls on the tree, bright colors, like crystal peaches, about a few hundred, it looks very unusual.
Zhou Yang gently touched it, and the small peach tree disappeared without a trace. In the place where the nymphs were dozens of feet away, the small peach trees stood tall.
"Yang Yang, you can bring these people behind you, all into the world of the legend of the night." Zhou Yang will be a small peach tree in the pocket, feeling good, pointing to the twenty or thirty people behind Yang Lan.

Thank you for the owner.
Yang Lan and the Ming cults behind him were excited.
Looking at the great people of the Ming dynasty into the world of dark legends, Zhou Yang took out the task list, and he had two troublesome tasks to arrange.

The legend of the night world.
Sweeping the floor has always thought that even if it is not reached, the Buddha of Dharma is the Buddha. I am the realm of the Buddha, but the mind is calm and the state of mind is not already shocked.
A person at the Shaolin Temple’s Tibetan Classics Court has been waiting for more than 40 years. He does not communicate with anyone. It is an occasional voyeur, quietly watching, without saying anything.
This is so tolerant of loneliness, how many people can do it?
However, in the Wanjielou, his heart-like mentality was broken.
However, it is good for me to read the Buddhist scriptures, calm down, and return to the state of the ancient well.
However, who knows that just entering the world of the legend of the night, I met the Mongolian teacher Jin Lufa Wang and his party.
"I am compassionate." Whispered the floor and followed the Xuanci abbot and walked quietly in the other direction.
I don't know if they are lucky or bad luck.
The two of them have not yet gone far, and they have encountered a wave of dozens of werewolves.
Looking at the membership card with red light, Xuanci abbot and others will naturally let them go, and the two sides will fight.
It may be that I am used to the final appearance.
Sweeping the floor, watching quietly, Xuanci abbot and others and the werewolf smothered together.
Who knows the rear of the Golden Wheel, regardless of disregard, such as the same humanoid beast, killing the werewolf.
How do these ordinary werewolves compare to the Golden Wheel King who practiced on the eleventh floor of the dragon elephant?
A dozen werewolves, including the black-winged abbots, who played against the werewolves, were all cut by the Golden Wheel, and they were killed.
The sweeping floor looked so quietly, without saying anything, not listening to it, not sounding.
"National teacher really does not despise the first master of Mongolia." Mongolian Khan Mengge is somewhat excited, a dozen or so werewolves are so easily killed.
With the strength of the King of the Golden Wheel, it is not the wolf who killed the werewolf, the vampire to kill the vampire.
"Khan is still the first to take the wolf's heart," said another expert in Mongolia, Yin Kexi.
Yin Kexi has a high nose and a deep yellow eye. He is a Hu Ren. He wears Hanfu, a neck-hanging pearl, a wristband jade bracelet, and a jewel, for fear that others will not know that he is a local tyrant.
Mongolian Khan Meng Ge quickly told the second apprentice of the Golden Wheel King, Dalba, to remove the crystal bottle in his backpack.
"Khan, the blood of these werewolves, add up to more than a thousand worth points, to the strength of the national division, and then encircle a werewolf, we can buy a comprehension." Nemostar is excited Tao, in his position in Mongolia, must have been able to watch the practice of comprehension.
The sweeping floor is so quietly listening, more than a thousand worth points?
It seems that this thousand-value point can be used as a member value point.
And he wants to buy Pei Yuangong, which is 3,000 value points. It is worth one-third of this wave of werewolves.
"The old monk over there came over and helped us to dissect some werewolves." King of the Golden Wheel looked at the unspeakable sweeping mantle.
He thought that he was scared by his own martial arts, but he could not let him go.
"Hey! Hey! Hey!"
Just then, a long and fierce wolf howling rang through the sky.
"Everyone is prepared, I am afraid that there will be a werewolf." The Golden Wheel King was a little excited, and after killing another wave, the practice of practicing the truth was at hand.
"You still don't hurry up." King of the Golden Wheel yelled at the sweeping floor.
Sweeping the floor and looking up quietly watching the flamboyant Golden Wheel King.
"National teacher is careful, these three werewolves are a lot more fierce." Mongolian sweating Mengge looked at the membership card with red and dazzling light, could not help but remind.
These werewolves are so strong and fierce.
"Don't worry, big gains, these werewolves are probably at least intermediate, and there may be high blood, killing these three werewolves, and it's easy to practice the practice." Golden Wheel King did not care, these three werewolves though Fierce, but compared with him, there are still many gaps.
"Daddy, it’s already over a hundred years old." Just as the King of the Golden Wheel was excited and ready to kill the werewolf again~EbookFREE.me~ The sweeping floor stood quietly and whispered.
"One hundred years old, want me to pity you?" Golden Wheel King dismissed.
"The old man can't wait any longer." After sweeping the floor, he stood quietly, and the next moment he waved his robes, the three werewolves had already bleed seven times and fell to the ground and died.
"Thank you for the help of the old monk, these were all me." The Golden Wheel was exposed to the cold.
For the martial arts of the Central Plains, he also has a certain understanding, like a yang index, you can send internal forces out of the body, killing dozens of feet.
The Shaolin Temple has been inherited for hundreds of years. The King of the Golden Wheel thought that this was a kind of martial arts used by the sweeping mantle. It was only a little bit of a deep internal force on the sweeping mantle, which was slightly surprised.
However, when I thought that the old monk was over a hundred years old, the internal strength was very normal.
"You are the first time you have been mourning for more than 40 years." The next moment, the turbid gaze of the mantle, revealing the light, as if there was lightning, and it was fierce.
He moved!
boom! boom! boom! ······
Xuanci abbot and others saw only a residual image of the sweeping scorpion, and all the people of the Mongolian squad all flew out and ran wildly in their mouths.
In particular, there is a clearly visible punch on the face of the Golden Wheel King.
"Amitabha, good and good! Good! The abbot will take all the werewolf blood, take it away." The sweeping man looked quietly, fell to the ground and looked feared by the Golden Wheel, a group of people, faint.

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