Chapter 10 This place? This grass?

"What's going on, Brother Meng? What's in you? I have a Hinayana bow guide here. The task is to shoot a tiger eagle. What the hell is that? I don't think these three generations of disciples seem to help us. I spent a lot of money on me. If I am eliminated, he will peel off my skin

Zhang Xiaojiang jumped a little.

Hu Jing ignored the little fat man, "Wang Meng, what's in you?"

"Only Peiyuangong, the task is to reclaim one mu of Lingtian."

"No, being a farmer is also a task?" Zhang Xiaopang looked puzzled.

Hu Jing couldn't help but be stunned, "How come? The basis of sword cultivation is the Hinayana sword formula... Ah."

"What's the matter, beauty Hu, don't say half of the time. How can these guys favor one over the other? I'll go to them!"

The fat man was anxious as soon as he heard it.

Wang Meng understood and shrugged his shoulders. "I'm the second layer of the life mark, and I can't practice the Hinayana sword trick. It's okay. I'm just reclaiming the spiritual field, not shooting the tiger eagle."

"Wang Meng, I inquired about it before I came here. This introductory task is not simple!" Hu Jing said.

"Do we really want to do it ourselves? Can we ask those second-generation brothers for advice?"

Zhang Xiaopang's eyes turned and he was careful.

Hu Jing glanced at the little fat man, "Even if you don't look for them, they will look for you. As long as you can give benefits, they will definitely point you in, but practice must still depend on yourself. Measure it by yourself and don't be deceived by them."

Hu Jing knows that Zhang Xiaojiang has a spiritual stone, which is also a treasure for three generations of disciples, but this does not mean that he can pass the test.

"Understanding, understanding, my family is a businessman. What kind of liar can hide from me!"

Zhang Xiaopang has a strong stomach.

Wang Meng is relieved about this. Although the little fat man usually laughs, it's not so easy to lie to him.

"I have the secret of returning to the Hinayana alchemy, and the task is to take care of the alchemy furnace of Elder Zhao Ya."

"I'm dizzy. What kind of world is this? You hoe the ground and wipe the elixir furnace. Why am I so sad? What the tiger eagle is? It's very domineering to hear this name!"

Zhang Xiaopang said in pain.

"Zhang Xiaopang, our test is not necessarily simpler than yours. I'm afraid there is something else."

Hu Jing said.

Wang Meng also nodded cautiously, "There is absolutely no cheap thing in the world, especially in practice. Zhang Xiaopang, don't be lazy. Whether it's a tiger eagle or a dragon eagle, you will kill him."

Zhang Xiaopang's round face suddenly stuck together and stretched out his fat hand. "Okay, I'm a little burning. Let's fight together. In a month, we must become official disciples!"

Hu Jing put his hand up and said, "Deed for sure!"

Wang Meng put his hand on it, "That's inevitable. The three of us are once-in-a-century geniuses!"

Some of them have begun to find three generations of disciples, and Wang Meng and the other three went to their residences according to Fu Yu's instructions.

......

I thought that the residence would be very close to the Leiguang Hall, but it became more and more barren. I saw a small shabby house at the foot of the mountain with a sign swinging in the wind, No. 58 of the C room.

Wang Meng was also stunned for a while. Can this also be regarded as a house?

Although it can't be said that the wind blows down, it is really dilapidated enough. Open the hut, and it is empty inside. There is only a light bed, and leaning next to it is a rusty hoe, which is the only property left to him by his predecessor.

Wang Meng touched it and made sure that this was not an artifact. He stretched his body and couldn't help sighing. The tension of the flying boat and the mountain road that had walked so far relaxed and was tired.

Anyway, I finally arrived at the "Wonderland" and jumped to the light board bed.

Boom...

The light board bed collapsed, and Wang Meng's eyes were full of small stars. The thatched roof was pressed down. Wang Meng struggled to poke out his head and looked at the stars in the sky... speechless.

This is the first day of the future super fairy king's practice.

At this time, in a room of Jianzong in the Holy Church, a girl who was as cute as a little fairy was lying on **, shaking her white calves and constantly making a bell-like crisp laughter.

The opposite of her is the 20% discount of abandoning Wang Meng, but the 20% discount at this time is much larger, and her body is filled with a faint firelight, which is extremely elegant.

"It's so funny, it's so funny. There are still such stupid people, Xiaohong, 20% off. It's really a vulgar name that they can think of it. Xiaoling, are you angry!"

The little girl laughed so much that she rolled around, and the little spirit beside her looked helpless.

The nine-day fire, a spirit beast, is regarded as a sparrow demon, which is indeed wronged enough.

"By the way, Xiaoling, there are monsters here that can hurt you. If the homework hadn't been completed, I really want to take you to beat it immediately."

Zhao Lingxuan's big star-like eyes blinked and blinked, full of interest.

Jiutian Huoluan shook his feathers and raised his head and shouted a few times. Zhao Lingxuan touched its head. "Understanding, understand, knowing that you can also know yourself. The five-turn golden rhinoceros is very rare here, but the two guys you met are still funny. Isn't the two-layered geniuses full of

Jiutian Huoluan nodded quite calmly. If it hadn't been for the other party's help, he would have to teach her a lesson to this disrespectful fool.

Although the spirit beast can't speak, it can communicate with its master.

"At the way, isn't he a new disciple of Jianzong? Lei Guangfentang, right? Hey hey, let's play with him!"

Zhao Lingxuan suddenly clapped her hands, as if she had found a new continent. The nine-day fire beside her shook her head like a rattle. She no longer wanted to see the vulgar turtle.

"Xiaoling, we are in the same group. Don't be afraid. Let's go secretly and go back quietly. The master won't find out!"

Zhao Lingxuan's eyes have an unstoppable light. She practices all day long. She doesn't know whether she can become an immortal or not. She is about to become a psychopath.

Jiutian Huoluan shrugged his shoulders helplessly. What's so good about such a local steamed bun?

Thinking of this guy rubbing and kissing himself, Jiutian Huo Luan was angry.

As soon as it was dawn, Wang Meng suddenly felt that his nose was a little itchy. He woke himself up with a sneeze. Not to mention that the place of vitality was different. Yesterday, he was as tired as an old cow. Today, he was refreshed the dust and thatch on his body, carried the hoe, and began to practice God.

The so-called spiritual field is the black land at the door of the hut. I have to say that the shining black land is really energetic. He will remove the weeds from the land and then turn it over in this month.

Wang Meng estimated that it would be done in half a month at most, and then went to help Zhang Xiaopang catch some tiger eagles.

Wang Meng took out his magic weapon - the heart mirror, "Mirror, mirror, who is the most talented practitioner in the world?"

A layer of exhaustion appeared in the mirror, and someone listened to the voice hundreds of times, "Wang Meng, there is no doubt that it is Wang Meng!"

Wang waved his fist, cheered up, and started!

He sneered at his hand a few times, raised the hoe high, and hoeed down with a high sound. Not to mention that he was full of crops, he did farm work with his father.

This is the first hoe towards success. Of course, we should do our best!

Bang...

Like a hoe to an iron plate, the huge anti-shock force made the hoe hit Wang Meng's head directly. Suddenly, a bag floated up, and the person was also stuttered.

"Dry, why is it so hard?" Wang Meng covered his head and squatted down to study the ground. It was as hard as a stone.

Looking at the weeds everywhere, Wang Meng had a bad premonition. He pulled it hard and didn't move at all...

(Returning from the annual meeting, I found that the world has become more and more limitless, and the sentiment is even more unpredictable. Of course, the overflow of basic feelings is indispensable. Legend has it that someone has reached the realm of picking the sun and mending the sun.

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