I Just Want To Farm

  Chapter 1957 Zongpin? (Two more changes, add more after waiting for exemption!)

"Then this iron-blooded battle... will really arrange a fifth-tier sect to fight with us?" In front of Jinding mother-in-law, as the peak master who is not old enough and not broad enough, the peak master of Shattered Armor Peak changed. The former domineering has become more restrained and restrained, so I asked questions.

   "Well, generally speaking, it is the weakest fifth-tier sect."

  "What if it's unusual?" asked Moon Mirror.

  Golden-in-law mother-in-law asked, "Why do you want to ask such an embarrassing question? Don’t you know the luck of our sect in the past dynasties?"

  What kind of luck?

  Luck like a certain Gudaofeng disciple—the kind of unlucky energy to walk everywhere.

   Moon Mirror: "Well, I see, it is probably the middle and upper sect in the fifth rank. If it is medium, we are already lucky."

  Very good, just know it well.

After Fang Yourong left, she took the place of the mother-in-law Jinding, who had suspended her younger brother's role, and said calmly, "Regarding the content of the Jagged Battle, there is a high probability that three thousand cavalry will see blood on the battlefield, and they will never die until they are destroyed. All the opponents will not accept surrender, and those who are all dead are defeated."

   "Awesome, Jinding's mother-in-law is really knowledgeable and knows everything like this."

   "A terrible fart, the sect has participated in the leapfrog iron-blood battle before."

  Everyone was surprised, eh, what's the matter?

  It’s not right. Long ago, Zongmen didn’t have any grade, and even the lowest ninth grade didn’t exist. It’s still a metamorphosis of digging manure and painting walls in the past few years.

   "It stands to reason that our sect was not destroyed, and we won at that time? Since we won, why did we fall to the rank of no grade again, then..."

  How many products did we leapfrog challenge back then? Who are you calling?

  There is no time to ask various questions.

  Golden-in-law mother-in-law suddenly smiled gloomily, “Trust me, you won’t want to know what happens later, that’s not a good thing.”

  Everyone shivered abruptly.

  I can’t afford to provoke me. I can’t do it without asking.

  Everyone retreated and kept silent.

  Chang Ting glanced at Tian Da Zhuang who was sitting on it in the evening. This man was clever, and the whole journey was quiet like a beautiful man with a lotus in the empty valley.

  But it is estimated that it is also very difficult to hold back.

   "What do you say in it, agree?"

  Changting leisurely asked later, Jinding's mother-in-law nodded, "I just passed on the voice message, I agree."

  In fact, I still have to ask about her ass. Of course I agree. The officially recognized fighting is a once-in-a-lifetime good thing, you must do it!

  Now that she agreed, Jinding mother-in-law got up, took the Yu Ling and Zongmen Pin Ling to operate. . . .

   Buzz! Yu Ling turned into a beam of light, shooting straight into the sky, flying through the distant space at an unknown height in the sky, reaching more distant regions, reaching a larger and unfathomable place.

  There, an inspection and inspection will be arranged soon, and. . . Jagged battle!

  Is this all right?

  "Next, we should arrange it."

  Everyone got up and went busy, which is not a trivial matter.

   Either go up or down, the great event of the sect!

As soon as they left, they left three prisoners on bail. Tian Dazhuang got up, but couldn't hold back anymore. He approached Granny Jinding and asked thief: "Eh, mother-in-law, what happened to the sect's drop back then... Actually you don’t know, hehehe."

Granny Jinding's short and chubby body stiffened, and she turned her head and took a deep look at Tian Dazhuang.

  Tian Da Zhuang followed his body stiffly and was about to escape.

  Boom!

  Changting nightly covered her ears, intercepting the screams of killing pigs, carefully avoiding the splashing blood, and slowly opened the door and walked out like a lotus step by step.

  It's too miserable, it's too miserable, I can't bear to look directly at it.

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People with good eyes can not only peek at other people’s underwear and underwear, but also search for bone spirits to slaughter and pick up equipment materials. There is no need to cover up, Jiaojiao and Qin Yu are obsessed with hunting and can’t help themselves. Their mood swings may be just one content. ——Get rich, get rich! ! ! !

   "Originally, it was necessary to gather the bone spirits and waste energy and time. It's because the big guys of the Heavenly Tibetan realm used methods to urge so many bone spirits, good people!"

  Qin Yu has always been a supporter of interests. When it hurts her interests, he scolded the other's 18th generation ancestors for benefiting her. . . Boast face to face, curse behind his back.

  That's how it can bend and stretch.

   "Yuyu, we can all dry a hundred white bone essences in one wave now. How about a lot of broken bone crystals, do you want to absorb it?"

   "What are you receiving? There is no Mu Lan marrow, and there will be time in the future, but there are not many such good hunting environments."

  Qin Yu’s main target was the Black Bone General. She rushed into the middle area from the periphery of the battlefield. She had hunted seven or eight heads, but when she reached the middle area, she asked Jiaojiao to converge.

  "This battlefield relic is not the back garden of the Celestial Realm. It has existed for a long time. There are so many corpses of scary characters buried in the past. Ghosts know what they have raised."

  Qin Yu is still very in awe of those big guys in the past, refer to the old perverts in the next heaven prison to know how the enchanting attributes of the golden age of the saint era were.

Jiaojiao is also a bullshit, she nodded her head when she heard the words, while hunting with Qin Yu in a low-key silence to make a fortune, but one person and one cat are extremely temperamental. While being counseled, she keeps going deep in the middle. The closer you get to the depths, the more you feel the horror inside.

  Qin Yu pondered, and also tried, and found that with Jiaojiao, she can run rampant in the middle position. As long as she wants, she can avoid everyone who doesn't want to meet, but if she meets it. . . .

   On the sixth day, that is, the third day when Qin Yu reached the middle position (she spent three days in the periphery), she met the person she wanted to meet, so she did not avoid it.

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  The battlefield remains a land of slaughter ruins. There are countless corpses, shattered materials, city walls, magic weapons, etc. The yellow sand is half buried in thick soil, and there were sand dunes with flags and flesh and blood paving the wilderness.

  This is a battlefield, and now it is just a relic. Compared with the barrenness and vastness of Fuyushahai, it is a bit more bleak.

  The kind of bleak that floats on the surface, the solemn killing underneath.

   is the taste of the vicissitudes of history.

  Of course, there are few people who come in with a literary heart to understand this, either hunting or being hunted,

  Zhou Jinchuan is the young pavilion master of the northern Lingyan Pavilion. After entering the battlefield relics, he also killed a shot at the periphery with his own strength. He met two juniors who were also disciples of the Lingyan Pavilion and joined forces.

  But be careful, because he knows that there are many people who still can’t afford it. . . . He asked himself that no one could be his opponent except for a few people.

  "Besides Lai Yuan, Mo Jinzun, and Shu Man, there is also Wei Yan. I am not afraid of anyone."

  In fact, there are several people who named Dao surnames, plus "these people", how many ghosts know afterwards, but Zhou Jinchuan is still very strong, otherwise he would not win the seventh place in the northern Tianzang selection.

Although the two juniors below did not like his character and were jealous of the other party’s origins as the young pavilion master, they had exhausted resources, but they couldn’t deny each other’s talents and strengths, so they also complimented a few words, but they haven’t finished all the compliments. .

  "Brother, front..."

  The two were frightened.

   Zhou Jinchuan noticed it earlier than them, staring at the front.

  There is someone in front of him, the one he just mentioned.

  Mo Jinzun!

  (End of this chapter)