192 Shendong Chongbao

The smelly mouse curse vowed to keep its promise, and then Wang Fan let go of his hand and raised him: "Since you have promised, don't be idle and work."

"Let's start now!" The smelling mouse's eyes wide opened wide, and the beard at the corners of his mouth trembled quickly. He said reluctantly, "This is too fast. Besides, even if you work, you have to let go of me, otherwise I will be weak and can't do it."

"Real?" Wang Fan looked at him with a smile and asked softly, but put his hand on his mouth and blew, "If I feel that my cultivation is too low enough to be qualified for you, I will make your cultivation a little lower than me. Really, it's not difficult, it's just a decrease in spiritual power."

He whispered softly, and even a kind smile at the corners of his mouth, but he was so scared that the sniffered rat sweated coldly, and he could not speak well.

"I'm willing to bet and lose, which has nothing to do with the level of cultivation. It's right to work, absolutely." With that, the Smell Rat smiled flatteringly, as if the smiling young man in front of him was the Wolf King.

"Okay, let's get started!" Wang Fan laughed from the bottom of his heart, but his face was still lukewarm.

"Start" The smelling mouse was even more frightened, but after saying a few words, it became puzzled and had to ask, "What are you doing at the beginning? What's the work in this hole?

"Oh" Wang Fan patted his head and said that he was really overjoyed. So far, he hadn't said anything, so he said something in a few words. Of course, he didn't say anything about devouring the old ginseng. He only said that he had heard a legend that there were hundreds of thousands of years of old ginseng here, so he asked him to search carefully.

"Hundreds of thousands of years?" The smelly rat's eyes were full of disbelief; "It's impossible. Hundreds of thousands of years of old ginseng have long been refined. Maybe it's more powerful than the Wolf King. It can let us find it, and I don't know the taste of hundreds of thousands of years old ginseng. Where can I start?"

"What doesn't taste?" Wang Fan scolded, "Anyway, it's all ginseng. Just look for it slowly. There's plenty of time. At worst, stay for a year and a half."

"Don't mind, I'll look for it. Look carefully. I will definitely find it in the shortest time." The smelly mouse now regards Wang Fan as a snake and scorpion, and he is really afraid that he will stay with him for a year and a half.

He finally got serious. He searched inside and outside the cave and found a few hidden ginsengs, but he never saw hundreds of thousands of old ginsengs.

"These deeply hidden ginsengs have grown for 30,000 to 50,000 years. According to reason, they should at least have the initial self-protection ability. But from what they look like, they seem to have just had wisdom, like a one- or two-year-old child, and only have a hazy understanding of life and death. It's really strange,"

Listening to him shaking his head and shaking his head, the evil look of the "little old man" appeared in Wang Fan's mind again: "Just now, I felt that this old man was good to his fellow race. He would rather devour the spiritual essence of other creatures than touch the same race. Now it seems that this 'little old man' doesn't know what the hell he has made."

"What?" Thinking of this, the smelling mouse suddenly made a new discovery and exclaimed, "This yellow and withered old tree seems to be a little different. Some people on it have a ginseng smell, but more are dead."

"Oh" Wang Fan walked over quickly and pinched it. It was dry and hard. If he broke it hard, he could break the skin quickly: "It's a tree root, and it's a tree root that has withered for many years. It's really strange. This should be the center of the death depression. What kind of tree root has been rotten for so many years and has not completely rotten? Is it the old ginseng?"

He saw the dry tree root from the beginning when he entered the hole. At that time, he was eager to dig ginseng and didn't even look at it. Now the smelling mouse is raised, which makes him feel that something is wrong.

The smelling mouse's eyes shined, and his nose came up and smelled it vigorously. There was a faint fragrance in the dead air. When he smelled it, he was refreshed: "It must be it. Hurry up and get it out. I want to see what hundreds of thousands of years old ginseng looks like."

Wang Fan was overjoyed. It really took no time to dig it up now.

The more you dig, the more frightened you are. The root of this tree, or old ginseng, is unusually thick, as if it can't be dug.

"You can't dig any more. If you dig it down, you will dig the whole Wolf Valley." The smelling mouse followed Wang Fan and shouted in surprise: "This is too thick. No wonder there are dead roots outside. There must be living essence inside. Let's go through it directly to find the essence."

Wang Fan had already dug enough. Hearing what he said, he took out his spiritual sword and dug it from the outside.

The outermost layer is like the dead old bark. It can cut a large piece with a light sword, but it is getting stronger and stronger. It seems that the bark has slowly changed from the bark to the trunk. In the end, it is as hard as iron, and it makes a sound of gold and iron colliding with the sword.

Wang Fan and the Smell Mouse looked at each other and were surprised.

"This is ginseng, which is simply a copper wall." The smelling mouse rubbed its teeth and sighed.

"Copper wall and iron wall?" Wang Fan was stunned and then overjoyed.

He suddenly understood that what he found might not be the brother of the "little old man" at all, but the essence of the "little old man".

"The copper wall and iron wall is indeed the copper wall and iron wall."

He worked harder. In order to speed up, he even used the dragon blade.

Hard work pays off. When the dragon blade finally pierces into the trunk, it makes a "p" sound.

"Empty?" The smelling mouse was overjoyed: "It's empty inside. It seems that we have found the most central part." With that, he sniffed his nose hard: "There is an indescribable smell coming from this gap. It smells so comfortable!"

Needless to say, Wang Fan also smelled it, and even felt that this breath was very familiar and cordial for no reason. It was like an old friend who had not seen him for a long time. When we goodbye, there was only joy but no sense of strangeness.

"Let's go in!" The dragon blade was pulled a few times, and he pushed it up with one palm, and the trunk of the copper wall and iron wall broke in response.

A strange smell came to his nose. He and the smelling mouse couldn't help taking a long breath, but the scene they saw surprised them, and their hair stood up all over.

The tree hole is half the size of a room, round. There are two vivid "little old men" in the middle, all of which are smiling. One is covered with dazzling blue light, and there are two strange leaves on the head, and the other is covered with earthy yellow light, which looks slightly dim, and the two leaves on the head are also Like autumn leaves, charred yellow, the backs of the two "people" are connected to each other. At first glance, they seem to be sitting back to back.

"This-----" Wang Fan was surprised that the appearance of the two "little old men" was exactly the same as the "little old man" who tried to devour his divine spirit: "Is it really a twin brother?"

He did not know the origin of Lao Shen's birth. He was very suspicious and quickly operated his spiritual power to prevent accidents. In case a "little old man" popped out again, he may not be as lucky as last time.

The smelling rat didn't care about it. After being surprised, it rushed in and laughed: "My God, it is said that ginseng will become a fat boy after becoming a sperm, but I didn't expect that the ginseng, which has lived for hundreds of thousands of years, has become a little old man. Do you think they are about to die of old age?"

He was careless and circled the two "little old men" three times in a row. If Wang Fan hadn't always tied him up, maybe he would have picked him up and would have taken a few bites.

"Wang Fan, don't be stunned. Come and get it. This time, I'll get what you say. I'm not greedy. Just divide the arms and legs of this "little old man" with us," he said.

"The situation has not been observed clearly what you are worried about. It's not like this to divide the stolen goods." Seeing that he was so close and there was no accident, Wang Fan settled down and then stepped in and raised his hand to touch it.

It's cool to buy, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.

He couldn't help shaking it twice, trying to carry it up and put it in the storage bag, but after trying twice in a row, the cyan "little old man" did not move at all. After a closer look, he suddenly realized that the little old man grew up with the big tree roots they dug for a long time.

"It's true." After listening to his words, the Smell Mouse held back and looked at it carefully, and then suddenly realized, "That's over. How big storage bag you can't hold it. Why don't we discuss it and solve it on the spot? I can tell you that I am experienced in eating genius treasures. Follow me and make sure to let you run up-----"

Wang Fan just smiled at his endless chatter.