Manshu felt the ardent hope and blazing eyes of his teammates. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoShe also knows that if you use fire to burn these snow flakes, she thinks the effect will be very good. She does possess fire spirit now, but the problem is-

She didn't know how she could sublimate this ability into true spiritual art! What do you say about condensing, condensing, and transforming the fetus, it sounds simple, but it doesn't feel like it, what should I do if I call her!

Manshu sweated at the corners of his forehead.

Su Sui hated Tie for not succeeding, and wanted to scold: "Useless things, drag them out to engage in military law!" Click! ”

It's a pity that he is no longer the Brigadier General Su who commanded thousands of troops. Manshu was useless, and he couldn't afford to click.

Mingjiao has always comforted everyone: "Forget it." Anyway, even if Miss Man comprehended the spiritual arts, it would not be of much use. ”

- Well, that doesn't sound like much of a consolation.

But it's a big truth.

In this space, Su Sui and Ming Jin's vision was distorted, which seriously affected their positioning, so that they could only stand back to back, but they could not take the initiative to pursue the snow flakes. Then these snowflakes will run away when attacked, and they will come back when they see the right opportunity, which is very cunning.

Even if Manshu comprehends the fire spirit technique, he will not be able to destroy all the cunning snowflakes when he attacks alone. What's worse is that after she upgrades, her vision is also damaged like Su Sui and them, so she has to stand still and only protect herself, how can she completely annihilate the snowflake monsters?

Manshu suddenly had an idea.

After discussing this idea, Ming Yao praised it greatly, and Su Sui also voted, "You can still use this brain!" "The unexpected joy.

Manshu walked.

Walk and ride the wind.

She doesn't know how to use wind spirit art, and with the control of wind spirit quality, she naturally can't fly very high. Thankfully, there is still water.

People call the long dance sleeves of Tsing Yi on the stage "water sleeves".

The color of the water poured out from the bottom of Manshu's wrist, like long sleeves.

The sleeves are embellished with a little red English.

But it's flames.

Flames float in the wind and chase snowflakes.

Snowflakes had to flee.

They ran away only to discover: Hey, what kind of tall transparent flowing pillar is ahead?

Before they could figure it out, they were sucked into the pillar.

This is the water column made by Mingjiao.

When the snow falls into the water, it melts into the water. Even if they don't melt for a while, at least they will have a hard time coming out on their own.

Ming Yao's spiritual skills are only enough to control a small piece of ground. He used this small piece of ground as the base area to create a whole column of water to hold the snow flakes as much as possible.

It's a pity that his spiritual skills are limited, and the size of the water column he makes is limited after all. Instead of falling into the water column, many of the snow flakes slipped down to both sides.

These snowflakes were breathing a sigh of relief, thinking they had escaped, and suddenly found - hey, where did the villain come from? Why did you beat me back again!

This is Su Sui, who is behind the water column to check and fill in the gaps. If Manshu misses a fish that slips through the net, he is responsible for hitting it back into the water column.

He didn't have the ability to manipulate the fire spirit, so he had to rely on his hands and body to hit the snowflakes. Fortunately, he gave himself enough protection from the earth, even if he came into direct contact with the snowflakes, he would not be too miserable.

In this way, Mingjiao maintained the water column in the center, Manshu traveled all over the field to capture, and Su Sui fixed the first place behind the water column as a backup, and the snowflakes were gradually wiped out.

They were all now in the water column of Mingjiao.

Ming Jin and Su Sui are now working together to heat up the water column.

The so-called "temperature" is not a single spiritual power, but permeates the four spirits of wind, water, fire, and earth. Therefore, the geological Su Sui can also manipulate the temperature. However, Huo Lingmin will be more adept at "heating up".

When Manshu finished his job as a catcher, he participated in heating the water column, and the snow flakes melted faster. Finally they all melted away into a whimper: Thank you.

If you are wiped out, why thank you? The puzzle is unsolvable. All three were exhausted and sat down to rest. Mingjiao still remembers praising Manshu: "Amazing." ”

"We're all great." Manshu nodded contentedly.

By this time the fog had faded a lot. You can see the surrounding large trees, small trees, vines, grass and leaves are intertwined, and between the deep and light greens, there are clusters of small purple-red fruits, which look very delicious.

The shadow of a girl as faint as a fog suddenly appeared in the woods, wearing a blood-red skirt, holding a long thing in one hand, as if it was a stick, but one end of the stick was thick and fluffy, and it was impossible to see what it was. She plucked the fruit with her other hand, stood still facing them, and without speaking, ate the fruit slowly one by one.

Ming Yao lowered his voice and said, "Brake quietly." Let's take a look at her plans first. ”

Su Sui smiled bitterly: "I'm so tired that I can't even think about it." ”

In fact, the most tired is Manshu, and he doesn't even have the strength to grab credit with Su Sui.

The girl in the red dress ate a fruit and spit it out on the ground. When she was all done, she left.

She came just to show the three of Manshu how she ate the fruit.

Manshu was hungry too. Her stomach growled.

Mingjiao should be hungry too. And it happened that there was some fruit hanging from the branches of the trees beside him, so he went to pick them and eat them.

"Put it down!" Su Sui hurriedly stopped, "Who knows if there is poison?" ”

Ming Yao hesitated, bent over and spit out the fruit in his mouth again. Manshu swallowed two mouthfuls of saliva and pressed his stomach complainingly—huh?

"What's wrong?" Su Sui was very vigilant.

Manshu was too happy to believe it was true. She slowly withdrew her hand from the hem of her robe. Wow, it's true! Sugar buns!

She herself had forgotten when she had carried this big bag of sugar buns in her arms. When the "Yige" was sunk by the young kun, it was so chaotic. This bag of buns didn't fall out! The oily paper bags are so well protected that they are not soaked and rotten! Just squashed a little!

Manshu happily took it out to show Ming Jin and Su Sui, and enthusiastically introduced: "It's a sugar bun!" It's delicious. ”

"Well, it's soft and crispy." Ming Jiao has skillfully continued, "Also known as 'Hundred Flowers Soft and Crispy', a hundred kinds of flowers are not, dozens of flowers are always there, all of them are fragrant flowers, check one side every day at dusk, see that there is a fast opening, take a small watering can to rinse one by one, the watering can is best to use green bamboo, take the bamboo fragrance." After washing, cover it with a splensed sac to repel insects and mosquitoes. The next day, when the sun first appeared, it was about to bloom, and before it really opened, the flowers were plucked. At this time, the flowers are covered with dew and should not be thrown off. Because the dew has a floral fragrance, it is a good ingredient in itself. This morning flower and dew are put into the bamboo tube. It is a layer of white sugar, a layer of flowers, the tighter the better, not called a little air, so pickled, open the tube to take out the flowers. There are also broken flowers in the sugar, which are put into the fine porcelain altar together, and the mouth of the altar is tied tightly with seven layers of skin, and it is steamed for three days through water and fire, and it is melted into syrup. Filter out the slag, leave the syrup and then mix the noodles with the plate oil fines, pay attention to the sweetness but not greasy, melt but not flow, the oil and sugar and the noodles are integrated, look shiny, as if alive, so that the flowers are rolled into very thin slices, the pickled fragrant flowers are filled, and this soft and crispy is made. Its shape is beautiful, its taste is better, and only the peony in the flower can be compared. There are ignorant people who think that the peony is too graceful and not light enough, how do you know that if you want to be rich and noble, sweet and beautiful, but you can control it, without a trace of greasy, what kind of skill and blessing does this need? The soft crispy of my water Lingzhou is also unique in the world. ”

He took the food of his hometown and praised it all the way. Manshu and Su Sui have been honestly and unceremoniously feasting. Su Sui is still humane: "Brother Mingjiao, how many do you want to leave for you?" Manshu puffed out his cheeks and said, "You're not hungry?" ”

Ming Yao smiled: "It's okay, one is enough." Svenwen ate the last bun.

Manshu was worried: "This meal is full." What are we going to eat next? Speaking of this, I suddenly felt that something was wrong with my stomach.