The colorful soil is scattered, and the shape of the grain buried deep in the ground is gradually revealed, and the grain is like a gourd, and the moment it is unearthed is crystal bright.

Under the light moonlight, Shi Dabiao and the two "bears" and a mink were very busy, hand and foot, picking wantonly.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Liang and the others, who were standing not far away, were all depressed, and their eyebrows were cold-eyed.

The name of the grain is the two-pole fruit, which is planted with colorful mud and drinks the water of Longtan, and it takes hundreds of years from planting to maturity.

Seeing that the fruits of their hard work were ruthlessly "stolen", the mood of Xiaoliang and others can be imagined.

For a moment, a rough shout suddenly shouted: "Stop it!"

The sound fell, the shadow swept away, accompanied by the wind howling and the dragon groaned.

The one who did it was a strong man, his strength was different from Xiao Ding's strength, and he was as bold as his voice, rough and bold.

The strong man walked like a dragon, moved like a monkey, swooped like an eagle, and his palms were buckled, strangled straight to Shi Dabiao's arms and wrists.

Seeing this, Shi Dabiao, who was busy picking the fruit of the poles, suddenly stopped, and the two "bears" and one mink also looked stunned.

The speed of the strong man was extremely fast, so fast that it came in a flash, and he had arrived in front of Shi Dabiao in the blink of an eye.

When the person arrived, the strong man firmly choked Shi Dabiao's wrist, and at the same time shouted: "A group of insatiable people, it is really hard to fill the desire!"

When the strong man drank vigorously, he increased his hand again and again, wanting to make Shi Dabiao let go of the palm that was holding a two-pole fruit.

However, what is shocking is that Shi Dabiao looks like a calm breeze about this.

He looked sideways at the strong man, and said leisurely: "I don't know that the body is a rootless thing, covering the moon and the stars." ”

After that, the blandness in Shi Dabiao's expression disappeared suddenly, and what was replaced was a chilling gloom.

His words became cold: "Not only am I insatiable and insatiable, but I am also bound to fight!"

The words fell, and the Yantian pen that Shi Dabiao held in his other hand suddenly moved horizontally.

Receiving this power, the strong man only felt that the strength on Shi Dabiao's wrist was gone in an instant, and he was full of horror, staggering backwards and returning.

As soon as the figure of the strong man settled, he snorted coldly: "I didn't expect you to have some backgrounds, hidden so deeply!"

Saying that, the strong man wanted to do it again, but was stopped by Xiao Ding on the side in time: "It's a big barbarian! Their picking is a concession from the village chief!"

The strong man's name is Daman, and the person is as his name suggests, and he is powerful and barbaric.

Generally speaking, Xiao Ding's drinking can never control the brutality, but the word "village chief" is extremely effective, as if a pair of shackles firmly imprisoned his body.

Xiao Liang's eyes were full of essence, he stared at Shi Dabiao directly, he knew the strength of Da Man very well, and although he did not bless Yuan Li, it was definitely not something that could be shaken by an "ant" of the Qi Gathering Realm.

At this moment, strange eyes fell on Shi Dabiao.

The corners of Shi Dabiao's mouth lifted slightly, and he seemed to smile and said: "You say that I am insatiable, but I don't know how insatiable greed ends, and how endless anger ends."

As soon as these words came out, Shi Dabiao moved, and the Yantian pen was written little by little, and the whole thing was done.

In an instant, Xiao Liang and the other seven people who were not far away only felt that the stars and the moon were moving into the sky, and the heavens and the earth were changing.

There was a gloomy and misty world, and Shi Dabiao stood tall with a Yantian pen in his hand.

Xiao Liang and the other seven people were all shocked, full of disbelief, they held themselves strong, but they unknowingly fell into the realm of virtual reality.

Shi Dabiao had a cold face and stared at Qidao: "Biao Ye not only has three axes, but Biao Ye also has seven Yan pens!"

The sound of words was still lingering, but Shi Dabiao's figure had disappeared, and in the misty sky, a huge pen shadow with golden light flashed impressively.

Da Man frowned, and shouted: "Why are you still stunned? Why don't you break his illusion together?"

Before the seven people could make a move, the shadow of the shimmering golden pen in the air had already fallen, and what swept was a dazzling sharp stroke.

The horizontal pen is like a thousand miles of clouds, looming in a solid shape;

The pen is like a peak falling stone, knocking like a landslide;

The brush is like a broken rhino elephant, floating like a shadow;

The folding pen is like a hundred crossbows, and it is vertical and horizontal;

The vertical pen is like a withered vine for thousands of years, delicate and sharp;

If the pen collapses and the waves are thundering, the animals are angry and depressed;

The hook pen is a strong crossbow joint, first easy and then strange.

Seven-style strokes, rushing down majestically, directly facing Shang Xiaoliang and other seven people.

Seeing this, where did the seven people dare to hesitate? The mighty power of Mu Yuan surged out, and the verdant green covered Cangyu in an instant.

However, what was shocking was that the power of Mu Yuan of the seven people collapsed and disintegrated in an instant under that stroke.

Seven golden rays flashed and moved-"Boom!boom!boom"

A deafening explosion resounded across the globe -- "Bang, bang, bang"

Seven figures were thrown into the air, blood splattered, and a large blood mist was raised.

In the next moment, the shadow of the pen was scattered, Shi Dabiao's figure hung out of the air, he looked at Xiaoliang and the others indifferently, and his eyes were nothing more than that.

Xiao Liang and the other seven people rolled to the ground, and their bodies turned over the river and the sea for a while, and they looked at Shi Dabiao in shock, and their hearts were already "reaching the peak".

They knew their own strength very well, but under Shi Dabiao's pen, they were powerless to fight back.

Shi Dabiao said: "Gather and disperse the void to recover, and Biao Ye will drink and watch in his spare place!"

When the words fell, Shi Dabiao covered his hand and waved, a jar of mellow liquor was hanging in his hand, he drank it when he raised his mouth, and the wine went down his throat and gurgled.

The next moment, the mist drifted away, and Shi Dabiao's figure gradually became illusory with the disappearance of the misty.

In Qinglong Village, the stars and the moon were still the same, Xiao Liang and the other seven people woke up from their stupor, and they stumbled to the ground, full of horror.

Not far away, Shi Dabiao held the Yantian pen in one hand and the polar fruit in the other.

If he looked confused, he shook his head for a moment, and this guy actually hiccuped.

The wind rose, and the smell of wine wafted by.

Shi Dabiao looked at Xiao Liang and the others in confusion, and said, "What are you all sitting on the ground?"

Hearing the voice, Xiao Liang and the others were furrowed, and they didn't do anything, they didn't speak, and they disappeared one after another.

Shi Dabiao scratched his head, and turned to look at the two "bears" and one mink beside him, as if he had the intention of asking, but Xiao Ben, Da Qing and Xiao Mink returned to Shi Dabiao with a blank face.

Before Shi Dabiao could speak, Xiao Ben had already pointed to the Yantian pen in Shi Dabiao's hand.

Comprehending this, Shi Dabiao hurriedly continued to start work, and began to "dig three feet into the ground" with two "bears" and a mink for that colorful land.

No one noticed that on a mountain rock not far away, there was an old man standing at this moment, he was standing there motionless, his body was like a stone, and the stone was like a body.

The old man smiled kindly and muttered, "Is it becoming more and more frequent?"

This book was first published on the Chinese network, in the name of Mu Maniac, taking the road of the Holy King, exchange group: 513260627.