Wang Ping'an shot angrily, with the demeanor of one percent of the year, one by one, killing these demons to the point of crying wolf, and there was almost no enemy.

After chasing for hundreds of miles, Wang Ping'an frowned slightly, feeling that these demons were too weak, they should be cannon fodder, and the big demons who were really directing behind the scenes should have fled a long time ago.

Now it is not advisable to leave the Shennong orchard too far, and after cutting down a dozen demons, he will return.

At this moment, Shennong Ding was also eating, burping, and in the cracks of the Ding furnace, a puff of green smoke was spewed out from time to time.

Around Shennong's orchard, there was a mess, and the roads and plants were devastated.

Sixty-four small flags, revealing their main bodies, some broken, swayed in the wind, as if a little stronger the wind could blow them off.

"These broken flags are a bit weak. Wang Ping'an shook his head, very disappointed with these flags.

Shennong Ding smiled embarrassedly and said: "Actually, it's not weak, at least it can withstand the attacks of hundreds of demons, and when you have refining materials, I can help you upgrade the flag." ”

"That's all there is to it. With that, Wang Ping'an opened a passage and entered the orchard.

At this moment, the cultivators in the orchard, seeing Wang Ping'an's figure, were paralyzed on the spot as if they had been reborn after a catastrophe.

Just now, they also worked hard to fight back, and they had killed a few demons, but the difference in strength was too great.

"Fortunately, there is the protection of the Eight Desolation Banners, no one was injured, the three Fanhua peach trees are fine, and the other fruit trees are destroyed, and they can be replanted. ”

Wang Ping'an comforted everyone.

The parents didn't understand the things of cultivation, but they didn't know the danger, and they were cast a small sleeping spell by Gu Tingcheng, and they are still asleep.

After two days of busy work, Wang Ping'an led everyone to repair the entire orchard, and then checked everyone's cultivation progress, and passed on some mysterious spells to them according to each person's situation.

The memory is restored, and the previous exercises are also restored, and revealing a little casually can benefit these people a lot.

Wang Ping'an also began to practice in retreat for a short time, fusing his memories and practicing exercises, so that this body could adapt to the new magic cultivation.

In the blink of an eye, it's three months.

This time is a blink of an eye for a cultivator, but for a person like Wang Ping'an, who plays games every day, it is already extremely long.

When he walked out of the room, his hair was waist-length, as if he hadn't cultivated hard for the past three months, and was just trying to grow his hair.

has an extremely handsome face, coupled with long hair, like the protagonist who came out of a costume drama.

Gu Qingcheng and Xu Qing, who were looking forward to Wang Ping'an's exit every day, were stunned on the spot, it turned out that after their man grew his hair, could he still be so handsome?

Can the already 100-point appearance be increased by another twenty?

If you prepare him in an ancient costume again, wouldn't he be handsome out of the sky?

The two women instantly committed a nymphomaniac: "Husband, have you sneaked out for plastic surgery in the past three months?"

"Plastic surgery, how can there be an immortal plastic surgery, do you really want to ...... When the immortals reshape their bodies, they can't look like they want. ”

Wang Ping'an replied to them.

The reason why the creatures in the fairy world are beautiful and ugly is only because everyone's aesthetics are different.

You think that creature is ugly, but it thinks it is beautiful, and it is willing to reshape its body like that, and no one cares.

Some people like to be tall and mighty, some people like to be chic and handsome, and some people like short and fat......

Fortunately, Wang Ping'an's aesthetics are similar to those of human beings, otherwise it would be difficult to find a partner after reincarnation.

"I don't care, I just think you're handsome, since you have long hair, you can't wear modern clothes, I'm going to order you a hundred sets of ancient costumes...... No, I'm going to order a thousand sets!"

The little rich woman Xu Qing said.

"No, I seem to have costume clothes......"

Because when the two were chatting and talking, Wang Ping'an suddenly received a reward from the system.

Yes, that's right, it's a reward, a reward for no reason.

Bite!

Congratulations to the host, after three months of cultivation, the memory fusion is perfect, the soul recovers quickly, and the special reward is 300 sets of immortal robes and armor, and 1,000 accessories!

In front of Wang Ping'an's eyes, a set of fairy clothes appeared, with functions such as avoiding dust, water, and fire, and the defensive performance far exceeded that of ordinary defense magic weapons.

The matching boots come with functions such as light body, shrinking into inches, and short-distance teleportation, which are not only beautiful in style, but also not bad in function.

Very good, this is the system, if you don't send attackers and defenses, you will definitely not send them, send a few sets of clothes, is it considered a defense?

Definitely not.

In the past, when Wang Ping'an was not threatened by his life, he didn't give it away no matter how he discussed, but now he feels that his life is threatened, and all kinds of immortal artifacts are given away like a one-yuan commodity wholesale.

Wang Ping'an accepted these immortal armor robes, shook his figure, and returned to his room.

Three minutes later, he was fully dressed, with a fluttering white robe and long hairpins, and stepped out of the room and stood above the orchard, like a fairy descending.

Not to mention the two nymphomaniac women, even the few male cultivators in the orchard were stunned.

"Come to Wang, War Commissioner, come out and see the boss pretending to be forced!"

"It is our sorrow to live in the same era with such a genius!"

"If you look handsome, forget it, after all, you can't eat it as a meal. But the cultivation speed is beyond our reach, and what is even more terrifying is that pretending to be invisible is the most deadly. ”

Wang Ping'an heard their whispers, glanced at them lightly, and those voices disappeared in an instant.

"I just think that's my favorite style of dressing, and if you like it, I can send you a few sets. ”

"Don't, we don't dare to wear it, for fear that someone will scold us for being a toddler in Handan!" Qin Xiaoyu replied weakly.

Wang Ping'an asked Xu Qing and Gu Qingcheng again: "What about the two of you?"

"We're going to customize women's clothing, and we just placed an order!

"Indeed, when I want to come to women's clothes, I will send you again. Wang Ping'an said vaguely, and the two women didn't hear what he was saying.

After landing on the ground, everyone reported to him the major events that had happened in the cultivation world in the past three months.

The demon Mo Forgetchuan gathered a large number of small demons and small demons, and built a demon holy land in Kunlun Mountain, and in just a few days, the crowd has exceeded 100,000.

These demons openly confront human monks, and even use the Internet to fight public opinion battles with monks on the Internet, and will also steal cultivators' accounts on the Reiki Recovery Forum to find out the latest news of human monks.

Wang Ping'an publicly offered a reward to hunt down Mo Pingchuan, and Mo Wangchuan also offered a reward to hunt down Wang Ping'an, not to be outdone.

"More than 100,000 demons have gathered, and there are so many cracks in the fairy world?" Wang Ping'an frowned and asked Shennong Ding with his divine thoughts.

"Impossible! That crack can only smuggle down about 10,000 remnant souls at most, which is the limited amount agreed upon by those big guys......"

Click! There is a heavenly punishment thunderbolt warning in the sky!

Shennong Ding instantly shut up, not daring to say another word.