Chapter 11 Three Poles of the Day

Wang Meng used the strength of milk, and the weeds seemed to be integrated with the ground. They didn't move at all. Wang Meng gritted his teeth to stimulate the death mark and used his own force, which made the weeds leave the ground little by little. The reluctant look like two lovers in love.

Before Wang Meng died, he finally succeeded in uprooting the first grass.

The wind blew, and the weeds everywhere fluttered with the wind, making a chirping sound, as if laughing at someone's overescre.

Wang Meng is like petrified. This land, this grass, a month?

It's terrible!

Practice, just like Hu Jing guessed it. Although he didn't know what the tiger eagle was, maybe he would ask Zhang Xiaopang for help. It was too humiliating to grab his hair as if his hair were these weeds.

Not far away, Zhao Lingxuan laughed so much that people turned up to the horse. The invisibility charm and all kinds of silence charms could not find it even when standing in front of Wang Meng.

Zhao Lingxuan almost burst out of breath with laughter. There is really such a funny fool. The mirror has a suffocating smile when she thinks of Zhao Lingxuan.

I can't stand the nine-day fire beside him. How could he be favored by such a fool? His eyes found his uniqueness?!

Jiutian Huoluan sighed helplessly and reminded the master that the morning repair was about to begin.

"Xiaoling, that's great. You found a baby. By the way, how long do you think he can last? I guess one day!" Zhao Lingxuan smiled, because Wang Meng will have a bigger "surprise" tomorrow.

Jiutian Huoluan shook her head, and Zhao Lingxuan licked her pink lips, "Two days, why?"

"Stupid." Jiutian Huoluan tilted his head and conveyed.

Zhao Lingxuan was stunned, followed by another burst of laughter. At this moment, she laughed more than in a year. She excitedly threw out a short sword and soared away like a Linbo fairy with Huo Luan.

At this time, Wang Nongfu casually ate some dry food, supplemented some physical strength, had life marks, and the demand for food and drink would not be as strong as ordinary people.

He continued to work hard and spent all morning. He was so tired that he was out of breath. He was really not lazy at all. Wang Meng successfully pulled out twelve grasses, and at the same time, his energy was completely consumed.

However, Wang Meng's fighting spirit has not faded, but is more vigorous. He is extremely grateful. It is usually difficult to consume Yuanli, but in the process of fighting against these weeds that have absorbed abundant vitality, it consumes quickly, which is simply an excellent way to practice Yuangong.

I have to praise that the elders of the church are so wise!

Wang Meng sat cross-legged on the ground and began to practice. As soon as Yuanli recovered, he happily continued his career as a farmer.

Pulling weeds is not the point. This practice is the real thing to understand. The elders have profound meanings.

Not to mention that at the end of the day, Wang Meng successfully killed 53 weeds, and the day passed.

Wang Meng slept soundly. In his dream, he flattened all the weeds with a sword and smiled at the church.

At this time, the spiritual field, a piece of land cleared by Wang Meng, began to grow grass again, growing quickly...

At this time, in the Leiguang Hall, the four elders are talking about this group of new disciples, from which they will choose a relatively excellent key training.

"In this batch, Hu Jing's qualifications are not bad." Zhao Ya said.

"Yes, otherwise why do you have so many people? Let's try your luck." Xu Huang sighed. It's really not as good as a stubble.

"Lao Xu, then you don't have to bring in all the garbage on the second floor of the death mark. Our Leiguangtang hasn't fallen to this point yet." Wang Bodang's voice sounded.

Xu Huang's beard trembled, "This boy has a lot of energy. I like him and give him a chance. By the way, Zhao Ya, what is the task you gave him?"

"Reclaim one mu of spiritual field." Zhao Ya smiled, and the others also smiled.

Xu Huang was stunned, "How can it be that the five-layer life scar has no chance?"

"Lao Xu, forget it, Sister Zhao is also for your own good. The lowest three floors. If you get such a second floor come in, if you let him muddle through, won't you let others laugh at us for not having Leiguangtang? Since he is not qualified enough, let's see if he has the luck to practice."

Wan Jing advised that he had a very good relationship with Xu Huang.

What is the most important thing in practice?

Talent? Wrong!

It's life!

At this time, someone who "undercommoned" the elder's intention continued to work hard to pull weeds in his dream...

Zhang Xiaopang is everywhere to inquire about the news of the tiger eagle. Those three generations of disciples still take good care of this very sensible fat man. Zhang Xiaopang's old man expects this guy to glorify his ancestors. Of course, he knows how to be a person. The practitioner is also a mortal and has seven emotions and , and Zhang Xiaopang thought so.

He is also fighting at night. The tiger eagle is not a monster, but a kind of beast in the small world. Obviously, it is not the opponent of the practitioner, but this thing is exactly the opposite of his name. It is extremely small and flies like an eagle falcon. Even if you see it, it is difficult to shoot.

Zhang Xiaopang's joys and sorrows are mixed. The joy is that this guy has no lethality, and his life can be saved. The worry is that there is nothing near Leiguangtang at all. If you want to catch him, you have to go outside.

What is outside? The small world is vast and vast. Except for the places where religious sects live, they are all the territory of monsters and spiritual beasts at all levels, which is absolutely dangerous for practicing rookies.

Zhang Xiaopang immediately thought of Wang Meng. He didn't dare to run around alone. Besides, Brother Meng was very good at catching birds, but looking at the sky outside, he could only fall asleep.

Zhang Xiaopang lives in the A-shaped room. Although it has nothing to do with luxury, it is also clean and neat, and the daily necessities are all available. This is to exchange for two bottles of good wine.

Although the environment is very shabby, the sky is the quilt, and the ground is the bed, Wang Meng still sleeps very well. He is tired. He dreamed that he was pulling weeds and pulling it out. Suddenly, the ground cracked a crack, and his whole body fell in. His body was like an abyss. At this time

At this time, Zhang Xiaopang's unique ** voice came to my ear.

"Brother Meng, Brother Meng, where are you..."

Zhang Xiaopang was so sad that he rarely got up early to find it, but he never thought that the place where Wang Meng lived was so remote, and the only hut collapsed. Could it be taken away by the monster?

The more I think about Zhang Xiaopang's call, the more urgent he is.

Wang Meng finally couldn't help jumping up directly from the thatched heap, "Zhang Xiaopang called a ghost early in the morning!"

Zhang Xiaojiang smiled like a flower when he saw Wang Meng's fat face, "Brother Meng, it's getting late. What are you practicing!"

Zhang Xiaojiang pointed to the sun above his head. Zhang Xiaopang's "early rise" obviously has a discount. It has been three days since he came all the way.

Wang Meng swept off the thatch on his body and was also stunned. When was it? He had already woken up in the past.

"Why don't you come to me to hunt your tiger eagle?"

Wang Meng rushed out of the haystack. Zhang Xiaopang couldn't help saying, "This is not a place where people live, and you are already on the edge of the Thunder Fire Hall. It's dangerous. Why don't I find someone to change your place for you?"

(There is an outbreak in the early morning, make an appointment for tomorrow's recommendation ticket, and today's missed tickets will be left in the hall ^_^)