A year and a half later.

If you stand at the highest point of Suyun Mountain and look down into the distance, you can see the figure of the rare mortal people bending down to plant rice at the end of the eye, although the life of the mortal people is peaceful, not as full of swords and swords as the monks, but they need to work hard for three meals a day.

Squeak, squeak~, there was a sound of the axle turning, and two figures appeared on a new road that was built in Suyun Mountain last year that went straight to the halfway up the mountainside, the path was very simple, one of them pulled in front, and one pushed in the back, barely allowing the car loaded with corn to move forward.

"Boss, let's rest, this time there is too much corn, tired to death!" The woman pulling the cart in front of her was a woman in her thirties, but the calluses on her hands showed that the woman was an ordinary mortal who often worked.

"It's okay, the immortal master on the mountain probably hasn't gotten up yet!" The man with the cart pulled the tarpaulin covering the corn bag, and sat down on the roadside stone out of breath.

"I heard that the immortals want to sit in the morning, oh, by the way, meditating, that is, sitting cross-legged, getting up early!" the woman leaned over to her man, and although she was tired, she had a satisfied expression on her face.

This is not without reason, the corn grown by their family is sticky and smooth, the best to eat, the immortal master of Suyun Mountain designated their family to supply rice grain for Suyun Mountain, the immortal masters are very generous, not only the price is high, but also because of the relationship with the immortal masters, the head of the village has to give them three points.

The head man specially set aside a good field for this purpose, and told them to cultivate it carefully, because the head man has a clan relative who is also an immortal master, and the immortal master said that the biggest immortal master on the plastic cloud mountain is powerful, and it is said that even the thunder of the sky can not kill him.

"In charge, why have the Immortal Masters of Suyun Mountain asked for a lot of corn in the past few months? Could it be that the Immortal Masters have eaten a lot?" the woman asked as she took off the bamboo tube and drank water.

"You mother-in-law knows how much you can eat with a hammer! That's ...... Well...... I overheard the fairy master who received the rice grain say that it seems that there are two more Mumba people on the mountain!" The man wiped his sweat and taught his mother-in-law a lesson.

Then he pointed to a stilted building standing outside the formation in the drizzle: "See, that house is where the two new Mumba people live!"

The Mumba people in the man's mouth also got up at this time, a man and a woman, also a husband and wife, without a trace of mana on their bodies, two mortals who were authentic.

This is strange, the northernmost edge of Jiuli is separated from the Mumba grassland by a desert as wide as three thousand miles, how could two mortals be able to cross the rolling yellow sand to come to Jiuli? Not to mention that there are brutal demon beasts in the desert that are difficult for mortals to reach.

As we all know, the Mumba people are not good at smelting, and the Jiuli people, whether they are ordinary iron tools made by mortals or magic weapons refined by monks, are in demand in the Mumba grassland;

Most of these Mumba mortals offended the nobles in the local area, and begged the caravan to bring them to Jiuli to beg for a living, day after day, there are many Mumba people who are accustomed to the life of Jiuli, settle here and give birth to descendants, according to incomplete statistics, there are about more than 3,000 Mumba mortals in the entire Jiuli.

After a long time, because they were proficient in the languages of the two tribes, one of the most common jobs they did was to teach the Mumba language of the Jiuli people, and the most demanded for this was some immortal masters who wanted to travel to Mumba. If you don't even know the language, isn't it a joke to travel to the Momba grassland?

This man and woman are a young couple that Wan Qingping asked Ye Guimei to find, and they fled from the Momba grassland for ** years.

The man is also considered to be erudite, once worked as a teacher in a small aristocratic family, one of the students is the eldest daughter of a small nobleman, every day, this woman admires the man's knowledge, but the rule of the Mumba grassland is that commoners and nobles are not allowed to intermarry, so they naturally make elopement.

Every day, Wan Qingping must learn the Mumba language for two hours, including the Mumba script, and he plans to spend five or six years to complete it.

He has always been rain or shine to learn the Mumba language, but today there is an exception, the Mumba man went to the cave house before ten in the morning according to the custom, but Ye Guimei told the professor to suspend today, what is going on, is the master of the cave going out?

Naturally, it was not Wan Qingping who went out to visit friends, but a special incident happened, which made him very worried and looked forward to it.

"Quack—" Another light hoof came from the small pond, mixed with pain.

At this time, the swarming aura formed a sphere the size of a canopy to wrap the body of the egg, but one thing was very surprising, the sphere was not pure milky white, but white with yellow, just like the color of the earth, but I don't know what was going on.

"In the past year and a half, I have already ingested three drops of Great Fairy Blood, so there shouldn't be an accident when I advance, right?" Wan Qingping stood not far away, frowning and looking at the lotus pond.

I was woken up by the cry of eggs last night, he has been staying here, but after such a long time, he has not finished his advancement, could it be that the middle-aged man in the Gu Master District has made a mistake?

Just as he was thinking about this, suddenly, the original white and yellow aura mass squirmed for a while, and gradually there was blood light flashing out, the blood light was nothing else, but a little sperm blood spit out of the mouth of the, stimulated by the fertilized blood, the aura mass began to slowly float out wisps and wisps, and finally floated to its mouth.

It wasn't until it got dark and the moonlight rose that the aura was completely swallowed into the abdomen, and the small body of the egg at this time was constantly trembling, as if it had consumed a lot of vitality, and a pair of bulging big eyes looked at the cold moon in the sky, and then looked at Wan Qingping not far away, revealing the meaning of longing.

As soon as his heart moved, the cyan sleeves seemed to flash a faint light, but it was a hidden technique in the sleeves, and then he saw a porcelain vase fly out.

"Po-po-" The only two remaining drops of goblin blood were bounced over, and the egg swallowed the sperm blood into his stomach with a mouth, and then remained motionless.

At midnight, even Wan Qingping's face was a little tired, and the motionless egg moved again, only to see that it opened its mouth, and suddenly spewed out a pale white air column, and the light of the cold moon landing on the ground seemed to be pulled by some mysterious force, and slowly approached the air column.

In a moment, the originally pale white pillar of qi turned into a pale yellow pillar of light, which was the power of the moonlight.

Seeing this scene, he was overjoyed in his heart, he knew that the demon beast was born to swallow the power of Yuehua, but when he swallowed it, the power of Yuehua was revealed to form a pillar of light, which only those rare barbarian aliens or the big demons who formed the demon pill could do it, but now the is ......

However, the more surprising thing for him was still to come, an hour later, the egg finally advanced, "quack", the small body disappeared directly in place, between two breaths, Wan Qingping felt as if something was drilling under his feet, the flesh whirred, as soon as he raised his foot, he saw a thing the size of a dung egg drilled out from the position of his foot.

"Tu Dun—" He raised an eyebrow and shouted.

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