Buzz rumble!

The sound of wind and thunder in his ears was loud, humming endlessly, and after an extremely uncomfortable whirlwind, he suddenly felt that his eyes lit up, Wu Ming shook his head fiercely, and the ghost slowly dispersed, and he found himself in a familiar and unfamiliar courtyard.

Cluck!

The familiar colorful rooster, all kinds of fierce demon insects that peck at the breath of the Great Demon King, a handful of unknown crops sprinkled on the huge stone mill, hidden in an astonishing fluctuation of rich aura, and a series of green fruit trees, all kinds of rough and clumsy, more than several times larger than the furniture used by ordinary human races.

Wu Ming took a deep breath, suppressed a trace of panic in his heart, calmed down, and slowly looked at the courtyard gate.

"Lord, Elder Shan is waiting for you!"

The unsightly grinding disc is carrying a hoe and saying simply.

Syllable!

Before the words fell, a golden corn cob several feet long fell from the sky, smashed the grinding plate on the top of his head, smashed him to a stumbling side, covered his head and grinned, full of grievances, but dared to be angry and dare not speak.

"Hmph, bastard boy, what does the old man use to wait for a Terran junior?"

There was a thunderous shout from the backyard, and the sky was dark, as if the next moment the wind and clouds would change color, and the rainstorm was coming.

"Lord, when will you take me away?"

The grinding pan is like a wronged little daughter-in-law, and her low voice is full of crying, as if she has been bullied miserably.

"Bastard!"

As an unknown fruit fell, smashing the millstone to the ground, the mountain elder shouted angrily, "How can the descendants of the dignified giant spirit be willing to fall into slavery?"

"I ...... I don't dare!"

The grinding pan was red-eyed, pumping and carrying the hoe, sullenly leading the way.

Wu Ming smiled secretly, raised his heels, and inadvertently swept the corn cob and spirit fruit, his eyes rolled around, and no one else was in his arms.

"It's been quite moisturizing recently, I haven't seen you for just half a month, and now I'm a great master who cultivates both inside and outside!"

Wu Ming took three steps and two steps to catch up with the grinding plate, glanced at his neck, and was not surprised that the slave ring was gone, and he teased with emotion.

"Lord...... I'm tired!"

The thick lips of the grinding plate were deflated, and the clattering sound of covering the heart was like a mosquito, "I'm tired!"

"Ahem!"

Wu Ming almost burst out happy.

God knows what kind of treatment the grinding disc has suffered, but it can be exchanged for any martial artist, if it can have such a terrifying improvement in half a month, I am afraid that it is willing to pay any price for exchange.

"You...... When are you going to pick me up?"

Mill Disc Road.

"Oh, this is your mistake, respecting the old and loving the young is the traditional virtue of our human race, the old man is old, and he is alone and pitiful, you should honor the old man and serve him here!"

Wu Ming criticized as if in a fuss.

"I ......"

Mo Pan looked desperate, even if he was sluggish, he knew that he was mostly sold, and the young man who thought that he had eaten and drunk well and made himself at ease for half a year was a good person.

Going around and around, I came to the backyard, and a tall swarthy old man dressed in a half-exposed unknown animal skin, like an old farmer next door, was concentrating on serving his own world.

No one could have imagined that the big rough hands with old tendons bulging like dragons and glowing with dark metallic luster were like caressing lovers, carefully taking care of the tender green seedlings.

Sprinkled a scoop of clear spring water full of aura and exuding an unusual atmosphere, the mountain elder turned around slowly, his tall stature, messy hair and beard, and all kinds of murderous creatures crawling around on it could still be clearly seen, and he looked at Wu Ming with an old black face.

"Hey, boy, please say hello to the mountain elder!"

Wu Ming seemed to be pressed by the top of the Wanjun Mountain, and he was forced to hold on to the discomfort, and reluctantly smiled.

"Good boy, in less than a year, although the cultivation is not good, this soul has been refined to such a point, it seems that there is no chance!"

Shan Lao patted Wu Ming's shoulder casually, and the bones pressed by the latter creaked for a while, but he had to laugh and sell well.

"Thanks to the generous gift of Shan Lao at the beginning, he spared no effort to cultivate, and the boy can have today!"

It's okay not to mention it, but when he mentioned this, the old black face of the mountain twitched unnaturally, and subconsciously looked at the location of the polarized spiritual spring in the back mountain, and seemed to have a very worried quick glance.

It's hard to look back on, nothing more than this!

Originally, I wanted to pit Wu Ming and make him half a giant spirit, but the family wealth that I didn't want to accumulate was almost hollowed out, and I really lost my wife and soldiers.

"Hmph, it's good to know!"

Of course, Shan Lao will not admit defeat, pretending to proudly stroke the black and brown beard like a chicken nest, I don't know how many flea-like terrifying beasts he shakes off, his eyes suddenly glared, the fierce light is like a knife, and he said viciously, "Don't pour me ecstasy soup, you kid wants to go to Beijin to make trouble, and then let the old man wipe your buttocks, yes or no?"

"Hey, huh...... This, that......"

Wu Ming's heart jumped, he rubbed his hands full of embarrassment, and said, "Your old wisdom is like a torch, the kid can't hide this little bit of caution from you, but you also have to be considerate, the kid has to be taken care of by you and a few elders, and he has a very nourishing life, but every time I think of those troubled brothers and brothers, they are still suffering in Beijin, they are bullied, and they can't sleep and eat......

Before he finished speaking, there was a muffled sound, and Wu Ming fell dozens of feet away like an upside-down onion.

"Don't give me a sloppy eye! You kid is not a fuel-efficient lamp, how can you be so righteous for others?"

The mountain tiger retracted the big-footed girl with a black face, and said with an unkind face, "I know that the agreement between you and me is imminent, and you still want to go to the demon land to cause trouble, do you really think that the sage's power is easy to borrow?"

Wu Ming walked back with his buttocks in his hands, lowered his eyebrows and said: "Shan Lao, the kid does have this thought, but for the sake of the boy's filial piety, can't you leave it alone?

"Filial piety? you are an unconscious troublemaker, it's good if you don't make me angry, where does filial piety come from?"

The old man blew his beard and glared.

"Boy, isn't it pitiful to see you alone...... Strange panic, I specially found a companion to send it to you, didn't you?"

Wu Ming blinked his innocent eyes and tried his best to sell cuteness.

"This is also a worry-free one, three sticks can't hit a fart, and it's too bad to chatter!"

The old man looked at the submissive grinding plate, and muttered angrily, but the latter did not dare to say anything to refute it.

"Then you look at ...... old"

Wu Ming rubbed his hands and said.

"No way!"

Shan Lao ignored it directly, frowning and looking at the north, "There are a few old guys in the north, it's not easy to mess with, God knows what trouble you will cause, if you alarm those guys, unless we old guys make a move together again, ......"

Seeing him shake his head again and again, Wu Ming's heart was half cold.

If this person really leaves it alone, the danger of the trip to Beijin will not only multiply, it can almost be said that there is no life, and no matter how much layout and planning there is, it is empty talk.

"Don't put on such a funeral stinky face for me, you haven't settled accounts with you before you provoked the sword!"

Shan Lao waved his hand, gesturing to fight.

Wu Ming's pupils shrank suddenly, and then he saw that on the back of his right hand, there was a wound that had not yet healed.

With the strength of this person, there are only a handful of people in the world who can hurt others, and there are even fewer people who can make the wounds unable to heal, and the answer is about to come out, it must be to stop Li Qingge from staying that day.

Rao is Wu Ming's brain is not small, and he can't imagine how he can leave scars in the air fighting method from a distance of hundreds of millions of miles?

"Don't think about it too much, you kid, although the sword is strong, but I'm not easy to mess with, it's just that this time I formed a cause and effect with him because of your affairs, and I deliberately suffered a sword!"

The old man seemed to be aware of it, and he turned his hands behind his back at will, and walked leisurely towards the back of the fruit forest.

"Why don't you say it, because you can't get used to the name that dominates the world?"

Wu Ming muttered secretly.

"Humph!"

The old man stumbled at his feet, did not attack on the spot, and shook three times in one step, exuding an invisible power, silently enveloping the two of them, and in just a few breaths, the scenery in front of him suddenly changed greatly, and he came to the top of a mountain peak.

"Dragon Devouring Vine!"

Wu Ming looked intently and saw a vine several feet tall and full of inky gold, stretching its waist extremely elegantly, as if it was greeting him.

The connection in the blood is surging, and it is easy to identify that it is the Dragon Devouring Vine, but not only the breath has risen sharply, but even the color has changed, at the beginning, it was a red gold, and it was festive to look at, but now it is dark gold, and it exudes a strong and powerful beauty.

"Hey!"

Wu Ming walked straight over, just like at the beginning, letting the dragon devouring vine entangle him.

"Lord!"

When he heard a creaking and grinding sound, Wu Ming's golden light and shadow burst out endlessly, and he couldn't help but exclaim several times when he was almost swallowed by the dragon devouring vine.

"Good boy!"

The old man's eyes flashed, and there was a hint of surprise.

"Humph!"

When the dragon devouring vine was wound several times, there was a tendency to continue to shrink, feeling the terrifying and majestic winding power, Wu Ming's face changed slightly, and with a fierce force, he forcibly supported the Buddha's robe and got out.

"Hey, good guy, this kind of power, even if an ordinary great grandmaster is entangled, under the blessing of strange power and poison, I'm afraid it will be restrained to death!"

Rao was mentally prepared, but Wu Ming was still surprised.

In just one year, the Dragon Devouring Vine has grown from a seedling to an existence that can trap the Great Grandmaster, although there are many mountain elders who have spared no effort to cultivate, it has also proved from the side that it is indeed extraordinary.

"Pretty good, right?"

The old man looked kind, smiled and approached.

Looking at the rough face like a black bear, Wu Ming felt bad, and he reluctantly didn't say no without a clear conscience, and nodded stunned.

"I've spent a lot of effort cultivating this Dragon Devouring Vine, and it's time to settle the bill now!"

Shan Lao stretched out his rough hand like a fan.

Wu Ming was completely speechless, and couldn't help but roll his eyes, and said in his heart You are an old sage, is it necessary to be so careful?

"What, you kid want to pay the bills?"

The mountain boss stared, his eyes showed a fierce light, it seemed that if Wu Ming dared to spit out half a word, he would be beaten all over the ground looking for teeth.

"What do you always want?"

Wu Ming said helplessly.

"Don't put this stinky face on me, it's not easy for people in the mountains to grow something, if you don't charge some costs, you let me drink the northwest wind?"

Shan Lao unceremoniously pointed at Wu Ming's heart, and the dragon clothes obediently floated out and landed in his palm.