The rain is raining.

Pig Xiaobai carried the corpse to the burial pit in a posture of overcoming obstacles.

The hard work paid off, and it took a time for the corpse to be carried here.

The view is out of sight.

Zhu Xiaobai was in a surging mood at the moment.

At the moment of treasure hunting, I hit the mentality of chicken blood.

"Don't let me down."

Zhu Xiaobai carefully pulled out the corpse's clothes, and a bunch of golden beans were scattered.

Golden beans.

Gold.

What is a gold coin?

Obtain a one-star gold phantom beast.

"What's in your pocket?"

Ninth Order Quenching Book.

There are also six thumb-sized Xuanhuo beads.

There are also eight bottles of second-order elixir.

Eleven bottles of Refining Piglins.

The five copper coins were received correctly.

There is also a small box that cannot be opened.

That's all there is to it, and there is nothing peculiar about it.

The disciples of the sect are cultivating in the contemplation.

There is an enchantment in the view, and it does not rain inside.

There is a world of difference on the outside.

The little pig master continued to go back to carry the corpse, and carried the corpse again and again.

…………

When people always have prostration, Zhu Xiaobai's limit has reached a critical point, and he can no longer lift it.

Persisted until the time when the sect opened the meal.

There is already a crystal ball shining brightly in shed 87 on the mountain, which is a signal for dinner.

Zhu Xiaobai walked along the mountain road, his body was soft, and he didn't have much strength to walk.

The disciples of the sect's kitchen had already cooked a midnight meal for them.

Thirty-three barrels.

Zhu Xiaobai was so hungry that he took every bucket.

I no longer carefully observe the prey killed by the sect, just eat it.

I had a full meal and took a nap.

It's not just Zhu Xiaobai, a corpse bearer who is tired and speechless.

In the shed, there are hundreds of outside doormen, and they can't tell what they are doing, and they are busy with each other anyway.

A group of inner disciples of the sect walked around with majestic steps, and they brought boxes of wooden boxes.

They opened the wooden box.

It's the rain of the sect.

Pig little white collar raincoat.

"It's finally time to take a break."

Next to Zhu Xiaobai is a swordsmith, an external worker hired by the sect, and he also came to cast a sword for the sect, of course, not for the disciples of the sect, the disciples of the sect have their own sect swordcasting workshop, and there is no need for a swordsmith outside.

The weapons that these swordsmiths can craft are nothing more than swords for show.

Zhu Xiaobai has been busy for a day, and he has not seen any cultivators with swords.

The sect deliberately crossed in order not to let any assessment matters talk, which disrupted everyone's affairs.

The array in the formation requires a lot of manpower and workers to operate, and these people, including Zhu Xiaobai's corpse bearer, their place to eat is to stay away from this area, and people in other places are the same, intersecting with each other, so as not to leak the assessment questions.

The sect does not just choose to cultivate the glory disciples outside the sect.

Absolutely fair and equitable.

The cultivator knows the question of the assessment, so what, it is all in exchange for life to clear the customs, and Zhu Xiaobai knows best.

Zhu Xiaobai likes the current atmosphere, he is alone at home, so it is better to get together and be busy with some things.

Seeing that they were all thoughtful and had something, the strange things of every family were on their faces.

Several swordsmiths next to him didn't recognize Zhu Xiaobai and were enthusiastic about Zhu Xiaobai.

"Boy, where are you from?" Su Yu Sword Forger asked.

Zhu Xiaobai told them politely, and squeezed into their circle by the way.

Their group of swordsmiths also brought playing cards.

"That's a lot of nonsense, come on, I'll play a few too."

Zhu Xiaobai took out a golden bean.

"Yo, this kid is quite capable." Su Yu sword caster opened a sword casting shop by himself, not to mention a millionaire, at least it is a serious career with fragrant and spicy food.

One golden bean is nothing, and you can play up to five games.

These swordsmiths are from the outer city.

"Boy, we are the swordsmiths of the Fallen Desert City, in the future, if you have the opportunity to come to the Fallen Desert City, just find a few of our brothers and arrange for you properly." Su Yu Sword Casting Master happily patted Zhu Xiaobai's shoulder.

"Okay, okay! Then I will eat you poor! Zhu Xiaobai smiled.

"Little brother, if you can eat us poor, then you must be a huge burp horse phantom beast."

"Hahaha."

The atmosphere was good, many people didn't watch, and they also had their own ways to play.

Zhu Xiaobai's side is very lively, several sect disciples glanced over to see, the sect disciples have a lot of rules, they are only responsible for guarding, and the people here can make trouble as much as they like.

The playing cards have been shuffled.

"Does the little brother want to sit in the bank?" Ryan Swordsmith dealt his cards.

Zhu Xiaobai pressed the main seat, so he naturally wanted to sit in the village.

"Take out your money, Lao Tzu is going to kill all directions." Pig Xiaobai's angry eyes and tone.

"It's really capable! Look at what cards you have. ”

The four swordsmiths took the cards, and the onlookers watched quietly, without any expression on their faces.

Zhu Xiaobai looked at the cards carefully!

", four flowers, a card that kills itself, not a single point."

A golden bean is gone.

After more than a dozen games, Zhu Xiaobai admitted defeat.

He left, returned to the formation, and continued to carry the corpse.

Only by working hard to carry the corpse will he gain financial resources.

Wearing this raincoat, no matter how heavy the rain is, it will not hinder it, and the body will warm up a lot.

Lifted one.

Another one.

They searched their pockets and sleeves.

If you get five Space Rings, you just can't open them.

I also got a few books on high-level refining spirit worms, but I couldn't use them.

All of them were put into Zhu Xiaobai's space ring.

Lift to the next day.

Pig Xiaobai was blindfolded and fell asleep under the phoenix tree.

The rain did not sign.

"It's dawn?"

"It's still so dark!"

It doesn't matter if it's dark or the rain doesn't stop.

The bell of the sect rang.

The cultivators began to break through the formation step by step.

Seeing those scenes, Zhu Xiaobai was sleepy, and continued to sleep under the phoenix tree.

Tianguanzi happened to be lying on the phoenix wood flower, listening to the sound of snoring underneath.

Tianguanzi couldn't beat the concubine, and his soul was injured, and he lay on the tree to recuperate.

"This fool, the corpse can't be lifted, and I'm still dreaming about the Spring and Autumn Festival, disturbing my cultivation." Tianguan slapped Zhu Xiaobai to the side of the formation.

"Carry the corpse! Sleep furious! Tianguanzi scolded angrily.

Zhu Xiaobai received that slap and rolled all the way to the side of the formation, and his body was already filthy.

He was terrified.

"Who? Dog's day, could it be that the old master of the sect woke up? ”

"I always can't get along with me, baba

Zhu Xiaobai couldn't shout, and his voice was hoarse.

The cultivators were very happy to see that the corpse bearer in front of them was forcibly awakened.

"He was arrogant last night."

"You should have stabbed him."

The practitioners muttered to themselves.

Zhu Xiaobai was hit by magic early in the morning.

It was the Shuling Officer who should be frightened, and he was hit on the head by a wooden stick from the Heavenly Guanzi at this time.

The scribe hurriedly bowed.

The Shuling Officer didn't know who was coming to the main altar of the Divine Sect Alliance, but when he heard it yesterday, he also saw that the elders and deacons of the sect were all more diligent than before, but he didn't expect it to be true.

"The scholar spirit official slept soundly for a while, and was awarded a stick by a certain priest in the main altar!" The Shuling Officer himself wrote a diary of the sect.

Tianguanzi also gave a stick to the old man of the sect who ate spicy noodles last night, and at this moment, the old man of the sect couldn't get out of bed in pain.

"It's been 500 years, and I'm still so greedy!" Tianguanzi snorted and continued to sleep soundly on the phoenix wood flower.