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Wang Xian walked out of the airship and came to the outside position.

There is a formation shrouded, and you can't feel the slightest wind at all.

The airship is speeding in the air at 10,000 meters, and its speed is dozens of times faster than that of an airplane on the earth.

"Look at this great mountain and river, just like my ambition, this time, I must join He Shao's legion!"

As soon as the Dumu Dazhuang who followed behind came out, the second middle school shouted loudly.

Wang Xian ignored him, came to the position of the railing behind him, and his heart moved, and a pet egg appeared in his hand.

The green pet egg is full of veins, but there is only a faint trace of life on it, as if it is going to die at any time.

This is a pet egg that Wang Xian got in the Heavenly Sword Sect.

After destroying the Heavenly Sword Sect, Wang Xian could be said to have gained a lot.

Just the transformation of pill spirit grass into dragon qi has reached more than 300 billion dragon crystals.

The big force deserves to be the big force.

This pet egg is one of the treasures obtained, but Wang Xian sensed that the life in this pet egg seemed to be about to die.

"The Cave Void third-order wood-attribute pet egg, if it is nourished with dragon qi, it should be able to increase its bloodline level!"

Wang Xian said secretly in his heart, holding the pet egg in both hands.

"Huh, Brother Wang Xian, why do you feel that your pet egg is lifeless, do you want to eat it?"

The Dumu Dazhuang on the side looked at Wang Xian curiously and asked.

"Buzz!"

Wang Xian didn't reply to him, and a stream of dragon qi poured into the pet egg.

A faint green light emanated, and Wang Xian could clearly feel the revival of life inside.

Immediately after, Long Jing began to transform its body and bloodline.

"Click!"

A sound that seemed to break through came from inside, and Wang Xian felt the consumption of dragon crystals a little staggering.

However, he did not stop and continued to increase the bloodline level of the pets inside.

From the third order of the Cave Void, it did not stop until the sixth order of the Cave Void.

At this time, the pet eggs exude a dazzling green glow.

"It's... This, love is a light, so green that you panic?"

The Dumu Dazhuang on the side saw that the pet eggs exuded a rich vitality, and said with wide eyes and shock.

"I don't like the dead fat man of Dumu Dazhuang, my father wants me to marry him, his mother actually agreed, he doesn't look at himself, I look disgusted!"

"I still like the one-wood boy, if he has one-tenth of his brother's one-tenth of the one-wood child, I agree to it, hum, the maid's son is the maid's son!"

At that moment, a voice came from the exit, and immediately after, five or six silhouettes walked towards it.

It was a girl who looked a little rough who spoke.

Wang Xian was slightly stunned when he heard this voice, it was really... Love is a light, green road you panic!

The face of the Dumu Dazhuang on the side also darkened.

"Lianjin, you be quiet!"

"Lianjin, your fiancé is there!"

At this time, some of the girls next to him reminded and some teased.

"Humph!"

"I'm just saying it to my face!"

The girl who looked rude raised her head and saw the single tree Dazhuang, and still said disdainfully.

"You, you, you... Lu Lianjin, don't bully the young and poor, when I join He Shao's army, you will..."

"Cut, just like you, you still dare to join He Shao's legion, if you can enter, I Lu Lianjin will kneel for you!"

"Okay, you... You wait for me, wait!"

"Wait, wait, do you really think that just like you, you can join He Shao's army? idiot!"

Seeing the girl mocking himself like this, Dumu Dazhuang said with anger on his face.

But before he finished speaking, he was directly interrupted, and he was so angry that his fat body trembled!

Wang Xian looked at Dumu Dazhuang, then turned around and put the pet egg into the Naling bag.

Bored, he found some wooden materials from the space ring, all of which were hole-level materials.

His arm moved slightly, and he used his palm as a knife and began to carve slowly.

Carving, is to see the single tree carved figure portrait to come to the interest.

He moved his palm, and soon a figure appeared, the human form was the image of Ling Jian'er, with a smile and a pastry in his hand.

The characters are lifelike, like real people.

Wang Xian shook the palm-sized figure, touched it with his hand, sighed silently, and looked ahead.

"Huh, such a beautiful and delicate sculpture, such a powerful sculpture level, it seems to be much more powerful than a single tree!"

At this moment, a surprised voice suddenly came from the side.

"Miss Xun'er!"

"Sister Xun'er, a one-wood child!"

When the voice sounded, there were voices from behind.

Wang Xian didn't look back, not pretending to be forced, but looking into the distance.

"Huh?"

Dumu Dazhuang, who was still full of anger on the side, turned his head and looked at the statue in Wang Xian's hand, and was stunned.

Her mother's sculpture is very exquisite, and he learned the statue from his mother, and in the entire Southridge City, he is the second in the sculpture level, and no one dares to say that it is the first.

Just now, he was showing Wang Xian the statue he had carved, but now Wang Xian suddenly carved one quickly.

A statue even more delicate than his.

On top of that, this statue is only the size of a palm, and it is well known that the smaller the statue, the more difficult it is to carve and the more difficult it is to refine.

"I have seven points!"

Dumu held his head high, baring his thick neck, and said in a hard voice.

No one paid any attention to him, though.

"This son, it's the first time I've seen such a beautiful statue, your carving level is really master-level!"

A faint fragrance came, and Wang Xian frowned slightly.

In the rear position, the young man known as the Dumu Gongzi frowned slightly when he saw this scene.

The fan in his hand stiffened, and his face was a little unsightly.

He has an extraordinary background and outstanding talent, but his appearance... can have a father with a single tree, and his appearance is not even better, he can only be said to be ordinary.

Seeing Xun'er walking towards Wang Xian, his face was a little embarrassed.

"Xun'er, if you want a statue, I'll ask Da Zhuang to carve it for you!"

He said with a bad smile on his face.

"Da Zhuang's level is worse than this son!"

Xun'er shook her head, looked at Wang Xian again, and said with a smile: "This son, the little woman Yuan Xun'er, don't know this son's surname?"

Yuan Xun'er asked towards Wang Xian.

However, Wang Xian still did not answer, still looking into the distance.

This made Yuan Xun'er frown slightly, and looked at her body with some doubts, still so beautiful.

"This son, can I plead with you, of course I will pay you, can you carve a sculpture for me!"

Yuan Xun'er said to Wang Xian again.

"No!"

He coldly spat out two words, still not turning his head to look at them.

After going through Ling Jian'er's matter, he summed up a result.

I am too good, too attractive to girls, in order to prevent Ling Jian'er from happening.

He can only be a cold male god quietly and disdain any beauty!

(End of chapter)

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