Underneath the ground, the roots of the grass are attacking the city little by little, and the fossils are turning into soil.

Above the ground, the grass branches, sprouts, grows and sheds its leaves.

The leaves of any plant that grows naturally are relatively "rough" because they are pioneers, fighters, and nutrient providers and transporters of the whole plant.

And when the plant has completed the first step of growth, most of the initial leaves will be metabolized away, "turning into spring mud to protect the flowers".

And at this moment, this is it, there is an endless supply of thick and abnormal earth and mountain qi supply, and the grass under Xu Guangling's feet is completely willful, and then it keeps metabolizing itself, and it is not very satisfied with the peripheral branches and leaves.

So, when the fifth new branch is born, the first branch and leaf are quickly abandoned by it, and the necessary nutrients are extracted from it, and then the branch and leaf quickly turn yellow, wither, and wither, and then, under the gentle "shaking" of this stalk, falls off from its body.

This process has been going on.

This plant was never satisfied with its appearance, probably judging that it was not eating well, so it did not look good, so it changed its clothes over and over again, and the branches and leaves in the center continued to grow and withered and fell off in the periphery.

Soon, this grass grew to Xu Guangling's waist, and then between his eyebrows, and then, Xu Guangling had to raise his hand high to touch its top, but it was still growing, more than two meters, more than three meters, and even more than four meters.

Its foliage, slender, tough, and sharp, looked like a cluster of scattered spears.

At this moment, in its extremely meager world of consciousness, what is sprouting, if expressed in words, is, "Fight, fight, fight!"

After shedding an unknown number of peripheral branches and leaves, and covering a large "pile of dead leaves" around it, this scorpion grew to its satisfaction.

Then, it blooms.

Its flowers, completely devoid of the shape of flowers in the general sense, neither the shape of flowers, nor the color of flowers, bearing the light purple of the receptacle of the flower, is probably its most eye-catching highlight form, and then, dense, one after another slender long grass seeds, generated in it.

In the end, countless mature grass seeds, under Xu Guangling's mind, and also under the active cooperation of this strain, scattered and sprinkled in all directions.

Then, in the next moment, in a radius of dozens of meters around Xu Guangling, little by little new sprouts broke through the ground......

Half a morning later, there was no green in the middle of the mountain, has completely become the world of stalks, as far as the eye can see, the mountains are all over the field, all of them.

When Mr. Zhang and Mr. Chen came to look for Xu Guangling when they were resting, they saw him standing on the side of a high mountain from a distance, and below him, the lush verdant sky surrounded the entire mountain.

The mountain breeze blows, and hundreds of millions of branches dance swaggeringly.

That kind of mighty ups and downs, for a while, stunned the two old men.

In fact, as early as before, when Xu Guangling had just returned, in the small courtyard, he showed his hand to the two old men, and let a few seeds turn into several fruity and vigorous plants under their watchful eyes.

Then, it turned the entire courtyard into a green world.

At that time, the two old men were shocked and dumbfounded.

But how big is that?

How can a small courtyard be compared to this entire mountain?

The same thing, magnified a thousandfold, ten thousand, a hundred thousand million, that's a completely different feeling!

At this moment, in a trance, in the eyes of the two old men, the figure standing quietly on the side of the mountain vaguely has a temperament like dominating the world, and what he commands is the hundreds of millions of branches that spread all over the mountains.

"This is simply a mountain of swords and a sea of swords!"

After a long time, after recovering from the shock and inexplicability, Mr. Chen sighed and said like a dream.

As a martial artist of the great sect level, his feelings are quite acute and quite strong. Facing this sea of grass from afar, he felt as if he was alone, standing in front of thousands of troops, and at any moment a kind of immensity might envelop him, drowning him and swallowing him.

In a sense, there was nothing wrong with his feelings.

These weeds are not ordinary weeds, they are fighting grasses, and they are all in a state of battle, and they are in a state of battle!

In the green sea formed by the sagebrush, there was still a clearing, and the two old men settled down, walked up along this clearing, and soon after, came to Xu Guangling's side.

And when they stood on the edge of Xu Guangling and looked down, what they saw was hundreds of millions of Rouke, gently undulating and swaying in the wind, no matter how they looked, it seemed to be greeting them, welcoming, friendly, gentle, and even gentle.

"Hell, this is!" Mr. Chen muttered involuntarily.

"What's wrong, Old Chen?" asked Xu Guangling with a smile.

And this kid has nothing to hide. Not only did Xu Guangling not hide much from the two old men, but the two old men did the same to Xu Guangling. Mr. Chen told Xu Guangling in detail about his previous feelings and current feelings.

Xu Guangling smiled, and then said, "Old Chen, teacher, they are indeed welcoming you!"

"Humble words, these little grasses, they ...... Like a human being, with consciousness?" Mr. Zhang looked at the sea of grass under his feet, and then looked at his disciple, and asked with a rather solemn expression.

"Conscious, but not human. Xu Guangling shook his head with a smile, "The consciousness of the grass and trees is extremely weak, and there is too much, too much difference between us and us, and it is not a level at all." ”

Xu Guangling said it lightly.

But when the two old men heard it, they were thrilled.

"Xiao Xu, you can actually touch and touch the consciousness of these plants and trees?" asked Mr. Chen, whose words were as flat as he could, but still unable to hide his horror.

"Didn't the disciple tell you a long time ago that I am already a great grandmaster now. Xu Guangling said with a smile, "Great Grandmaster, it's normal and normal to do this." ”

What a normal ghost!

Usually a ghost!

Listening to Xu Guangling's words, whether it was Mr. Zhang or Mr. Chen, they were powerless to complain, to this disciple, they, they, they ......

They were speechless.

They have nothing to say.

They don't even know what to think.

They are on the verge of a crash.

Looking at the lost souls of the two old men, Xu Guangling smiled to comfort and encourage, or seduce: "Teacher, Old Chen, you are also walking on this road." When you're done with the nine steps, you can jump to my position with a little more jumping. ”

"At that time, these small means, in your eyes, will definitely not be worth mentioning. ”

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