"What else?" Qin Tian then asked, believing that the Deadwood Dao people were definitely looking for these people for another purpose.

Otherwise, who is not going to do it? Just dig the soil and find hundreds of workers to do it, isn't it fragrant? Why go to great lengths to find these masters?

The uncle glanced at Qin Tian and secretly showed a little appreciation, feeling that this young man had a keen mind.

In fact, he completely misunderstood Qin Tian, Qin Tian was just out of curiosity.

"The moment the golden pants are unearthed, they are likely to escape!

"Therefore, there must be a master town, and even if ordinary people dig it out, they will run away from the golden pants!" the uncle explained.

"This is really a good treasure! I didn't expect that there would be such a thing in heaven and earth! This is something that ordinary people can't even think of!" Qin Tian said in amazement.

"Then what is its specific function?" Qin Tian asked again, he was more concerned about the function of the golden pants.

"Comfortable to wear. Uncle said.

"Gone?"

Qin Tian waited for his uncle for a long time, originally thinking that he would continue to talk about a lot of divine things, but it seemed that there were only these four words?

"It's gone, what else is there?" the uncle looked at Qin Tian strangely.

"That's gone?" Qin Tian's eyes widened, the only function of these gold pants was to be comfortable to wear?

Isn't it fragrant to spend money on a few pairs of fine pants?

Isn't it an idiot to snatch such a pair of pants here to the death?

"No, this thing, deified by most people, really doesn't have that many magical functions. ”

"Anything that can attract lightning to kill the enemy, and what can dominate the rivers and lakes, is a fart!" the uncle explained.

"Another advantage of him may be that he is durable, wearing these pants to fight with people, and he doesn't have to worry about being picked up or beaten, and it will definitely not hurt. The uncle then said.

"Excuse me, I'm going home. Qin Tian got up speechlessly, ready to say goodbye and leave.

It's such a broken thing, he's really not uncommon! Maybe it's not as comfortable as the pants at home, and it's still second-hand goods worn by others!

"Go home, where are you going?" At this moment, a voice sounded in Qin Tian's ears.

The dead wood Taoist appeared next to the seven people at some point.

Qin Tian was taken aback, how could this dead wood Daoist be like a ghost, and he came over without a sound?

"I actually slipped in a few small shrimps, that's just right, I'm still short of people, help me shovel the soil!" said lightly to the dead wood Taoist.

It was as if the fate of Qin Tianqi's people was already in his hands.

"Shovel your sister's soil! Lao Tzu invites you to eat a casserole!" Qin Tian didn't want to force Lai Lai with this guy, and raised his fist and hit the door of the deadwood Daoren.

This Dead Wood Daoist can poison the letter, it is definitely not a good thing, Qin Tian will not have any guilt if he beats this guy.

The deadwood Taoist hooked the corners of his mouth, raised his hand to block lightly, and directly pushed Qin Tian's fist out, and at the same time grabbed Qin Tian's chest with a claw.

"You're special!Lao Tzu is a man!" Qin Tian clutched his chest and retreated, he didn't expect this product to make such a nasty move!

The Deadwood Daoist suddenly grabbed a handful of flour-like things from his arms, and then threw it towards Qin Tian.

That mass of flour-like thing smashed directly into Qin Tian's face.

Qin Tian coughed violently, fanned away the dust in front of him, stared at the deadwood Daoist and asked, "What is this?"

"Poison, if you don't shovel the soil, you'll die slowly!" said the Deadwood Daoist.

Qin Tian hurriedly checked it himself, and found that it was the kind of poison that could make people die of dehydration, this thing, Qin Tian really had a way to cure it, so it was not worth it at all!

"A few seniors, doesn't it look like this?" Qin Tian looked at the six relatives who were still lying on the ground.

The Deadwood Daoist lowered his head, looked at the six people at his feet, and said, "You guys should also go and work for me!"

The Deadwood Daoist grabbed another handful of poison powder from his arms and threw it at the six people.

"The old lady is not used to you!" The sixth aunt took out a big pu fan out of nowhere and fanned back all those poisonous powders at once.

The dead wood Taoist coughed a few times, and when the poisonous powder dissipated in front of him, when he looked at the ground again, there was no trace of the sixth aunt and the others.

"Behind you. The third uncle patted the deadwood Taoist on the shoulder.

The Deadwood Daoist turned around and beckoned to him with a large fist into his nose.

"Third Uncle, believe in his nasty moves!" Qin Tian had suffered the loss of the Dead Wood Daoist just now, and his chest was still painful, with five clear fingerprints on it, so he hurriedly reminded him.

The Deadwood Daoist raised his hand and pulled out the fist of the third uncle, intending to repeat the old trick, as he did against Qin Tian, and deal with the third uncle.

Which, the Deadwood Daoist screamed, and retracted his palm like lightning.

"What's that?" Deadwood Daoist looked at his palm, and then at Sanbo's chest.

"Soft hedgehog armor!" said the third uncle with a smile.

"Damn!" Deadwood Daoist didn't expect to suffer a dark loss.

Qin Tian had only heard and seen the name of this thing on TV or books before, but as for the real thing, it was the first time he had seen it.

The third uncle directly took off the shirt on his body, revealing a layer of soft hedgehog armor inside.

This thing is somewhat similar to a vest, but the surface seems to be stitched together layer by layer with steel wire, and in the middle of the gap between the steel wire and the steel wire, there are small protrusions with sharp tips.

This thing, if you start to grab it, it does hurt a little.

"Third child, stop playing, it's important to get down to business. The uncle said with some displeasure.

"Okay. The third uncle sighed.

"I haven't done it for a long time, I wanted to play a good game with you kid, but our boss spoke, and he dislikes me for being slow, so I can only clean you up quickly. The third uncle said to the deadwood Taoist.

"Death!" The Deadwood Daoist didn't realize what kind of opponent he had encountered, and still took the initiative to attack Sanbo.

"Do you dare to take the initiative to attack you, little rabbit cub, are you tired of being crooked?" the third uncle raised his hand and gave the deadwood Taoist a slap.

There was a loud snap, very loud, which alarmed those who were shoveling the soil, and they all looked up at this side.

Deadwood Daoren's eyes widened, he obviously saw that the third uncle had made a move, and he had dodged it in advance, but why did that slap still fall on his face? This is a bit unscientific!

"Ahh

Syllable!

As a result, he was slapped by the third uncle.

The Deadwood Daoist was a little unacceptable to this result, and rushed forward again with a roar.

It's a pity that I was slapped again!

The whole person of the Deadwood Daoist is confused, why is it that he has been slapped by himself?

I'm a master of one side anyway, but the other party seems to be a little unreasonable!