There is no intention of doing it at all.

Of course, all the monks were in mid-air, and these monster spiders couldn't reach them if they wanted to.

All in all, the scene was quite calm.

After Lan Zhi finished shouting, she didn't care about the reaction of those monks who were fighting alone, they were willing to come over and cooperate, and she didn't force it if they didn't want to.

She put away her horn and said to the monks who were gearing up in front of her, "Collect the rainwater first, and then we will water it uniformly, so that the time for the monster spider to go crazy is easier to control, and it is not easy to overturn."

The crowd was not in a position to do so, and one asked, "Where did you put it?"

Lan knew, "If there is a Sheng Hai bottle, you can put it in the Sheng Hai bottle first."

The Shenghai bottle is a specialty of the southern city, claiming to be able to hold the ocean, although the actual capacity is not so exaggerated, but there is no problem with filling a hundred cubic meters of water. z.br>

The price is not expensive, just 2,000 star yuan.

The monks who enter the secret realm are basically one person, just in case they encounter the spiritual spring in the secret realm, they can pretend to be happy.

As soon as Lan Zhi brought it up, some people were immediately unhappy: "I only have one sea bottle, if I use it to hold rainwater, what if I encounter a spiritual spring later?"

Lan Zhi didn't insist, "You can also choose other ways."

The man said, "I don't have anything else to put on it, or you can give me yours."

Lan Zhi didn't care: "Okay, then you can help me pretend."

The man thought about it and felt that he had suffered a loss, so he hesitated for a moment and changed his words: "Forget it, I don't want you, you can do this thing if you like, anyway, I won't do it."

Before Lan Zhi could say anything, a tall and strong male sword cultivator in the crowd shouted, "You think this thing was done for us?"

As soon as the man wanted to argue, the male knife cultivator raised his hand and pressed the man's ribs with the handle of the ring-headed knife that was taller than a person: "You still want to pretend to be a spiritual spring, you can survive first, get out of you!"

The male sword cultivator brought in a team of eight or nine people, and the people in his team immediately chimed in, "That's it, get out of you!"

The man saw that the others were outnumbered, and he walked away.

The male sword cultivator's gaze swept over everyone's faces: "Who else is irrelevant?"

Everyone was silent.

The male sword cultivator turned his head to look at Lan Zhi and said, "Did you see it? Whoever dares to make trouble, you will fuck him!"

Lan Zhi had no intention of arguing with him: "...... Hmm."

Seeing that she looked unassertive, the male knife cultivator said, "Looking at your thin arms and legs, I guess I can't suppress them, so I'll come."

He raised his knife and divided dozens of areas in the direction of the rain arrows: "You are in charge of one area in twos, one is in charge of the rain, and one is the sword and the other collects rainwater. Collect until the bottle is full, and start work!"

The members of his team immediately responded in unison, "Yes, Brother Gao!"

The rest of the people, even if they had a team, were not as numerous as them, so they did not say anything, and went to the divided area to collect rainwater.

Lan Zhi turned his head and wanted to shout Xingzhi, but he just met his smiling face.

He looks perfect, his temperament is noble and alienated, when he laughs, it seems like the beginning of spring snow, as if the moonlight is bright and the stars are shining, all in his eyes, the noble and alienated completely disappears, giving people the feeling that he is looking back under the moon, smiling gently.

No matter how many times Lan Zhi watched him laugh, he would still be amazed by him.

She froze and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Xingzhi said, "Laugh at you."

Lan Zhi was dazed: "What are you laughing at me?"