In the southeast corner of the square below, chaos ensued.

A certain alchemist was busy when he suddenly went crazy and punched the stove, and before the explosion, someone set it on fire and tried to call the teacher, but it almost doubled. With red eyes, twisted faces, and no silence in the throat of the man, he ran into the fire demon. Devil. Crazy, the strength did not weaken, but was even more afraid, and he felt ashamed within the scope of Hong Yuan's strength, it was a heavy statue that put the chains of Master Xuanwu, the shadow of a tiger on the top of the mountain. Before he could answer, the two nearest alchemists died under his control.

Suddenly, the woodcutter who wanted to stop appeared out of nowhere, like a mad alchemist, clapping his hands lightly for a moment, and touching me lightly for the next. Soon, a group of guards in heavy golden armor rushed up, and the cold wind dragged the three corpses out.

From beginning to end, Master Mu said that the butcher's alchemist would not change his mind.

Basalt's hand looked like a small ant in his eyes.

Depression and fear, spreading to the end of a corner. The rabbit died and the fox was sad, the three alchemists died silently, and the others did not feel the fear of life.

"I want to retire, I want to retire, I don't have any encouragement, it's a curse of death, those who want to be close to the wind and the hook are dead!" I don't want to die, I want to retire ......"

A little alchemist lost his voice and rushed to the entrance to the basement with a cheer. He hesitated, and he was right. He witnessed the death of three alchemists, and his frustration, nervousness, and fear were far away from the others.

Unlike Hong Yuan, he did not participate in the preliminary round of Jincheng. I stayed in the basement for almost half a month, at the invitation of a small but famous city lord. Old legends, gloomy and depressing endings, frenzied people and cruel woodcutters make people feel both good and depressed. At first, he died three times under his nose and completely collapsed.

The wooden army moved, and at the exit of the pyrotechnic division's pyrotechnic field, its body trembled and slapped it.

Pooh, another outward refiner, poured blood into his mouth, and the sight of his inner collapse crumbling in his eyes.

"During these seven days, no one can leave without permission, not only to die, but also if they don't exercise to catch up."

Master Mu turned around and swept everyone's eyes. His voice was hoarse and cold. His attitude was neither happy nor angry. He doesn't seem to have changed without encountering anything. He shuddered as the ice swept by, and hurriedly lowered his head.

Hong Yuan also lowered his head and pretended to be busy. He whispered to Dayou's clothes, "Zhao Da, why?" What about the Death Curse?"

"I don't know, heard a few words. It is said that ours is a huge warehouse, which is when the seven noble tombs of Xuanwu were in the past, and whoever got the treasure of his father could make up for God. Open your grave key. It is an exercise in catching the wind hook. , which is unfortunate, is keyed or evil, and will die.

Zhao Dayou looked around in his eyes and whispered, "Hongyuan, I've been walking." The so-called Jincheng Alchemy Contest is actually a set. The castle lord and Mr. Mu caught all the bad things that the alchemy had done to catch the wind. If I can't exercise, when I die, I'll perfect it and probably get killed!"

Zhao Da Belly didn't dare to say more. I'm afraid he's right next to the haunted master.

Hong Yuan pretended to be busy and was stunned.

It used to be in the prime and you would start the game and then gradually feel like you were dead. Now, suddenly, unfortunately! It's too late to find out. Yin looked around to see if there was any way to go.

"Hongyuan, don't rush out yet. It's everything. It is also an opportunity and a challenge. Have you thought of Jincheng?" The voice of the Blood Bat King suddenly appeared in Hong Yuan's mind.

"Black stone, big black stone." HKD replied.

After being whipped by the god of life, he rushed over to practice the big stone. Only when he reached a very high level could he take the time to find Chu Xiyue and Han Xiaoyao in the distant Python Palace.

"It's exactly what you need, landlord.

In the middle of the night, the low-lying areas were still in full swing, and a team of members wore heavy armor and carried torches.

In brightly lit places, people are refreshed, but in dark corners, the lights do not shine, the dark whistle is straight for most of the day, and the awareness of sleeping is increasing.

A blackbeard whistles, eyes feel more and more important, leaning against the wall of the bed, there will be no rest. In a daze, I felt that my body was as light as my body and my head became heavier. After a long time, the feeling below was that the hand just now widened its eyes in surprise at the side of the sword, picked up its wings and pounced on itself, it did not know when it lost its position, dodging the other dark whistles.

This delusion. Does he swim?

The bearded man rubbed his eyes suspiciously. He felt his neck get colder. He looked at it with his hand, was it a black book? From a big surprise.

"No, that was the end of ancient times. There is no grass. Where did it come from?"

The bearded man suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and saw that he was holding hands in the dark, and the roots of his neck were curled up, tighter and tighter, without making a sound. Fast, you'll never know.

Hong Yuan paid tribute to the dead, received whip after whip, quietly reflected that the beard was a whistle, looked around, quickly changed his clothes, and wore thick gold armor on his body, dragging the bearded corpse to a dark corner to hide. In exchange for time, the coast was washed away.

And he bound them, and beat them to pieces, that they might remain thieves on the rooftops.

As for the rest, Hong Yuan quickly changed into light and fashionable clothes, as he searched the city's main buildings at night and quickly repaired the black stones he needed. As a result of his quick refining behavior, each refiner was given a few stones, and so was Hongyuan, but he said he couldn't be satisfied. Since he accidentally lived in a mansion in the city, it was not a pity to avoid them.

The protagonist's city hall is much larger than Hong Yuan imagined. The palace is heavy and has a lot of courtyards. Soon he failed, not knowing that the warehouse of the city hall was there.

In the dense night, Hongyuan flew quietly like a cat over a palace. After passing through a maple forest, his heart suddenly jumped. Not far away, a soft voice was heard, and a digital image gradually emerged from the darkness. Impressively, the first man was not an unexpected woodcutter!

Hong Yuan was taken aback, and tried to tie up the breakup of the hidden power and Bo Li, not daring to show a little arrogance.

"Master Mu, the results of today's competition are out, whoever has the best oil refining technology will be ranked eleventh."

Followers, just be careful.

"I bought a pair the next day, so I practiced it by hand." The teacher nodded, "Wood, deliberately stopped, it seems to be unchanged." "In the past two days, has there been no change outside the city? Do you think it's great too?"

"No, businessmen come and go, so there are a lot of people in life, but more than 20% of them are basalt first-person."

With a lantern in his hand, he cautiously hesitated for a moment in front of the woodcutter. Then he said, "It was the general manager's office who heard about what was going on." I've heard that he always sees himself as Hong's son. He was sternly warned by others outside. When he returned, he didn't look like a puffy face, and even the general manager was barely known. "Hundred Platings, the latest chapters of the "Ling Blood Battle Soul Claw Book House" are free to read for the first time.