Mixed Miners

"Dare to poke me chrysanthemum, I have eaten you!"

Yang Ling only heard a voice passing by his ear. When he turned back, he saw that the stick suddenly opened a huge mouth and swallowed a flying sword that was seven or eight meters long.

Your uncle! Yang Ling stayed for a while, couldn't help but smack a few times.

The courageous behavior of the stick has gone far beyond his tolerance.

After swallowing the flying sword, the stick closed his mouth tightly, and the body began to deform. It quickly became an elliptical light egg with a height of more than ten meters. As the red light continued to flash, a burst of energy fluctuated from the light. The egg broke out.

"Boss, I can't help myself, give me Yuanneng ore~!"

The stick was anxiously heard from the light egg.

Yang Ling has no time to consider, throwing out a large amount of meta-crystalline spar and throwing it out.

The light egg shot a few beams of light and quickly drove the meta-crystalline spar into the light egg, followed by a more intense red light. After a few minutes, the light egg trembled fiercely, and a sword light pierced the egg. On the ground, he took a tens of meters long and a deep ditch, scared Yang Ling a shackle, and stood up to a few hundred meters away.

If he wants to escape at this time, it is estimated that Feijian can't catch up with him even if he has killed the stick, but he has a faint expectation.

"Oh, die together and die~!"

In the light egg, the stick was screaming, and then the light egg began to shrink. After a few seconds, a gray egg slammed into the ground.

Wild mountains and wild mountains, lonely and cold, Yang Ling stood on the messy mountainside could not help but fight a cold, he stared at the egg tightly, ten minutes passed, he slowly walked to the side of the egg and kicked.

Bone!

The gray egg rolled a few tens of meters into a pit before stopping.

" Stick ~! It’s my brother, sorry for you!"

Yang Ling sorrows from the middle, holding the gray egg to cry and tears, the heroic stick for revenge for his own chrysanthemum, it seems that this time is really hanging.

After Yang Ling stayed for a long time, he threw the gray eggs into the small stone house of the system, and then walked to the front of the big stone. He looked at the stone quietly, but his heart was worried: now there is no flying sword, how can I block you? I!

He had a hand, and a small gray sword flew from a distance and fell into his hands.

"Give me death~!"

With his roar, the fierce vitality rushed into the hook of Chen Feijian, and the flying sword volleyed and slammed on the big rock.

An energy wave broke out from the stone and resisted the flying sword.

Yang Ling’s eyes sparkled with fierce momentum. This momentum is getting stronger and stronger. The energy of Feijian’s explosion is getting bigger and bigger. In the constant impact, thousands of kilometers are vibrating, far from the mountains, thick. The snow fell and the big chunks collapsed, just like the flood that rushed to the dyke, and it screamed like a thousand horses.

Somewhere in the Kunlun Mountains, where there has been a long time, a large avalanche has occurred.

After three days and three nights, his face was pale, and Yang Ling, who had been shed his head, had already dried up, but he was still chopping with his own body. With a sword, his eyes were black, waiting for him to see the surrounding environment. When I was so scared that I was so stunned, I couldn’t help but step back seven or eight steps and sit down on the ground.

This is a brightly lit hall, spacious and bright, a few bamboos, a few clusters of blue chrysanthemums, two strains of plum, an ancient pine, a strange stone, a spring, a splendid, a few sounds of the piano, like a foreigner, Ding Ding Heart field.

A few bright pearls hang around, exuding the glory of the glory, and the glory of the hall.

Many high-necked jade belts, men and women with a strange face wearing ancient clothes, are sitting on the sides of the hall. There are precious fruits and jade liquids on the stone table, one by one or needless, or smile, or listen. Or drink, or talk loudly, or whisper whispers, all in the ear are incomprehensible fairy, incomprehensible mystery.

In the middle of the hall, three women with wide-sleeved colorful clothes, the skin is better than the snow, bright and beautiful, and dances with music.

Lying trough~! Has Laozi crossed?

Suddenly, Yang Ling felt that what he saw was so unreal. If it was illusory, it seemed to be close at hand, and it seemed to be separated from hundreds of millions of years.

He sat on the ground for a long time, but these people still go their own way, listen to songs and dance, drink and chat, it seems that he has not seen such a person suddenly in the hall.

"I... is my presence so low?"

Yang Ling looked at it for a long time and found that these people did not reveal anything malicious, so they got up in anger.

"Hey~! This big brother, have you seen me?"

Yang Ling rushed to the front of a stone table and asked a person who looked like a handsome face and a stern look.

The man looked back at him slightly and turned his head and chatted with the people next to him. However, just a look at the understatement, Yang Ling felt that his internal organs were suddenly transparent and there was no privacy, and even the blood of the roots was instantly wiped out.

"Ziyang brother, I heard that Penglai Pavilion Zixia Fairy had a big battle with the experts from the North China Sea a few months ago. What are the details?..."

Yang Ling stood beside him. Others said that he was not impressed. He felt that the indescribable eyes were like being branded into his own soul. No matter how to reject it, it was there. , do not increase or decrease, look at him indifferently, without any feelings.

"Hey~! This beautiful sister, have you seen me?"

After a long while, Yang Ling finally came back to God, but he still did not give up, he jumped to the next table, squinted and asked a beautiful woman with a graceful posture.

The beautiful woman just looked at him faintly, her eyes were not as scary as before, but she was still indifferent, so if the autumn water did not contain a trace of fireworks ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ her hand gently, a piece of crystal clear jade appeared In her hands.

"Take your ~!"

The beauty hand is loose, the jade floats in front of him, and then he no longer cares about him.

Am I **** like a meal? Yang Ling can't smile, but look at his own dirt, clothes are dirty, and there is no difference between them.

He grabbed the jade and said that he should not be white. He turned and walked forward. He saw a crane and a childish face. The old priest who was ruddy was drinking alone, so he jumped over.

"Uncle, hey, Grandpa, are you alone?"

The old man looked up at him with a sullen look and continued to drink his stuffy wine. He still muttered in his mouth: "Xiaoxue Shimei, the brothers will certainly avenge you!"

Your uncle! You guys, you all saw me, you must have seen me, but why didn’t you care? Yang Ling jumped up, but he didn't dare to go to the bench and squat on the table. These people were like a hidden high-ranking man, especially the first man. The eyes had already scared him. (To be continued.)