"Who are you?!!"

"This is what we saw first!!"

The woman stood on the side, the sword in her hand pressing a budding flower as if it were nothing.

She tilted her head, as if she was a little puzzled: "Whoever sees it first belongs to whom?" ”

Everyone: "......" This is not nonsense.

This flower is not raised here, naturally whoever sees it first is whoever owns.

The woman smiled suddenly, her eyebrows crooked, "But this flower is now in my hand, do you want to grab it?" ”

What everyone didn't notice was that although she pressed the flower, she did use very careful force, for fear of hurting the flower.

"It's not impossible to rob if you want to, if you can beat me, this flower will be yours, if you can't beat it......"

The woman's gaze lingered on their waists for a moment before she slowly spoke: "When the time comes, you will not be able to keep any of your valuable things." ”

Everyone: "......" to rob or not to rob?

They made eye contact with each other, most afraid that she would directly destroy the flower.

Before they could communicate the results, the flower had already been picked.

“！！！！” You can't pick that flower!!!!

"You...... You're ......"

It's over, it's too late to say anything.

When the flower is plucked, it loses its vitality, and even if they get it, it will not help.

They glared at the woman as if she had done something heinous.

The woman looked at them with an innocent face: "If you don't make a decision, I have to strike first." ”

"......" God is the first to strike.

The woman raised her eyebrows, "Since you have nothing to say, then I'll go first, you can look for it nearby, maybe if you're lucky, you can see another one." ”

Everyone: "......" You should be a cabbage!!

You can see another !!

The woman didn't know what exercises she used, and soon disappeared.

"What to do? We can't explain it now. ”

"How do I know, if the sound has passed, why hasn't anyone come yet?"

This flower is so important, shouldn't it be the first time to rush over?!!

"Forget it, the flower is useless anyway, let's go back first."

The others didn't say anything more, so they had to leave with them.

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[Host, you can still let the flower survive?!! 】

Looking at their expressions before, I also knew that this flower could not be picked until it was ripe.

"Nonsense, otherwise I'll take it off and do something." Yun Jiao rolled her eyes, ignoring the system's babbling.

She carefully planted the flower, and took great pity on it, for fear of hurting the delicate flower.

This flower is so squeamish, she doesn't dare to use other things to grow casually, just pick the best.

She hadn't planted flowers before, so she didn't know exactly what to do, but she knew a little bit about the basics.

Yun Jiao held her little face and stared intently at the flower in front of her.

"Can my male god bloom flowers?"

【......】Where does it know?

Yun Jiao sighed, she didn't expect that the male god would be so miserable this time, and he didn't even have a body.

Oh, actually, there is, but it was ruined.

Linghui, the son of the great elder of Luoxianmen who begged for a long time to get it is naturally a treasure.

It's almost what you want to give something, and there is no reason why you shouldn't do it.

Linghui grew up in the sect since he was a child, he has never suffered much, he lacks nothing, and he has countless treasures on his body.

Seeing him like this, some people will naturally blush.

Soon, someone picked him up and followed him down the mountain to practice, saying that he had experience that he couldn't learn in the sect.

In the past, the Great Elder would never agree, but he couldn't stand the spirit back and finally agreed.

It's just that this time I went down the mountain, and I didn't go back.