However, Fang Xiaotang's time is still limited, and with such a little time, I don't know if it is enough to digest it by himself. If you can't find a way out in advance, you won't be much better than those remnants of the defeated army.

This has to be done by people!

Fang Xiaotang shook her head and threw aside all those strange ideas, after all, even if the state pastor couldn't do anything, why should she go out of her mind to do it. She thought it would be better to settle down and do her own defense work.

Yin Tian Hui is indeed a natural sea barrier and an important transportation hub, and it is indeed a way out to collect customs clearance fees based on it.

However, the prerequisite for all this is that Fang Xiaotang must have high-end military deterrence, otherwise, if a random high-level monk comes and scatters them, what is the point of stationing here.

This is the work that Fang Xiaotang needs to be responsible for when he calls his subordinates now.

These people took the bamboo slips in Fang Xiaotang's hands one by one, which recorded the layout of the defense line she issued.

Of course, when it falls into the hands of an individual, it seems to be a strange thing, and it seems to be a bad fruit.

For example, monks who are good at formations will be arranged to depict irregular formations at certain points.

As for the monks who are good at spiritual plants, they will plant a large number of unique spiritual grasses in specific areas. The animal trainer is responsible for planning the spirit insects on the island, training them in groups, and after reaching a certain scale, they can also get rich rewards.

Of course, Fang Xiaotang's main strategy is still to dig deep tunnels and lead water into the canal, but most people can't understand it.

If the monk is a monk, of course, he can spread clouds and rain casually, where is there still such a troublesome extraneous branch. Water conservancy projects are not carried out in this way, and if ditches are dug for this purpose, it will be redundant.

Half of the cloudy ruins are located in the core of the Red Sea, and half are coastal peninsulas, so there is no difficulty in either the amount of precipitation or the casting of spells from the water system.

Therefore, people naturally do not know what the sect master thinks, why he bother digging any ditch. Besides, according to the sect master's intentions, it is actually going to be drained to the bottom of the sea, and with such a criss-crossing arrangement, will this island sink first?!

However, the sect master's thoughts were not something they could speculate on after all.

At the same time, some of the monks who were paying attention to Fang Xiaotang suddenly realized that the sect master seemed to have disappeared for a long time.

So, where did the sect master go? can't help but become a thing that bothers everyone's hearts.

In this regard, Fang Xiaotang naturally has his own explanation, since he has his own, such a large island, how can he not take a good look?

Fang Xiaotang originally thought that this island was a little richer, and the water and soil were suitable, and it was a suitable place to live. Unexpectedly, during this inspection, not only did I see many long-lost elixirs, but also a lot of rare ores for forging spirit soldiers.

Soon, people came up one after another to report the progress.

After his gaze was reviewed by each of them, Fang Xiaotang's gaze revealed a touch of satisfaction.

"You've worked hard, too!" Fang Xiaotang took out a few elixirs: "These are all you deserve, give me a good job, the benefits are indispensable to you." ”

Even if they didn't understand what attention Fang Xiaotang was paying attention to, however, with a large amount of pills dispensed, everyone's faces were full of joy.

At the same time, outside the sky, a sudden sword shadow suddenly came.

The shadow of the sword seemed to be light, and in an instant, that person seemed to notice the location of the Yin Tian Ruins, and above the void, he swept over a pole and rushed straight to the Yin Tian Ruins.

Fang Xiaotang's face suddenly had a touch of panic, after all, there are many people who can fly with the sword, but there are really not many people who can come from the sea.

You know, although they are also in a hurry, most of them are waterways, and the real effort spent on flying is short.

Fang Xiaotang's face didn't look flustered, he couldn't see the meaning of turmoil, he just stared at the sword that shot straight at them.

One of the most important factors in this is that Fang Xiaotang is confident that when Xuzhou Mu is still in control of the home advantage, even the Red Mei Army will not be able to do it, and the clone will attack from the sea.

She took out a bright red flag from her bosom, and when she landed, the flag rose in the wind, almost the size of a door panel, and it circulated with a deep purple light.

The purple long flag is painted with golden strokes, and the three big characters of "Black Feather Army" are carefully outlined, as if they have the power of seizing heaven and earth and reversing the glory of the sun and the moon.

One stroke at a time, like a dragon and a snake rising from the land, like a knife sharpening an axe and chiseling, like a hairpin waiting to fly in a chain, almost about to take off the flag and imprint on the void.

The sword shadow suddenly dispersed, this was a young woman in a cyan dress, she looked delicate and lovely, about thirty years old, but the cultivation world has always been unable to judge the old and young by appearance.

Seeing that the other party's cultivation was strong, and there was a faint aura of shock, it was obvious that he was a successful monk.

And out of the corner of the beautiful woman's eyes, she just caught a glimpse of the long flag, and her face changed slightly.