When Mu Sen set out on the journey again, his steps were brisk and his face was full of smiles. Well, wrap 100,000 yuan around your waist and ride a crane to Yangzhou. He thought so.

The mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, dense forests and fields were all left behind by him, "What is our journey?"

"The sea of stars!" this is the roar of the Jiazi class.

"The sea of stars!" this is the cry of Xiong Quying.

Mu Sen nodded, indicating that he was very satisfied with the answers of Jiaziban and Xiong Quying, and as soon as he was satisfied, he added food, "Let's make soup tonight!"

"Long live the wooden festival wine!"

"Well, make that kind of soup with a lot of elixir!" Mu Sen added.

"Long live the Wood Sacrifice Wine!"

"Hahaha......" Mu Sen was proud, like an upstart. Well, in fact, he is now a nouveau riche, and after successfully fooling Zhao Ming, his small treasury is refilled. The rice is fat and the corn is white, and the money is huge and cannot be studied. All kinds of spirit stones, elixirs, exercises...... It almost filled his Qiankun ring.

"Big dog!" Mu Senmo said. Zhao Ming is worthy of being the young city lord of Lianyuan City, and he came out to experience carrying so many good things. Oh, and of course, there are other warriors. In short, in short, Zhao Ming gathered the wealth of everyone in their group and successfully replaced Mu Sen's mandarin duck array.

Zhao Ming felt that he had earned, and in his opinion, a mandarin duck array was better than tens of millions of floating fortunes. Mu Sen was also satisfied, thinking that this time the slaughter of the big head was very high.

Well, it's time to meet each other head-on and scold each other in your hearts.

......

"Xiao Sen, come to the pot of peach blossom stuffing, the bird is about to fade out of the mouth. Yang Ren silently looked at the high-spirited Mu Sen for a while, and stretched out a thumbs up in his heart, what a profiteer!

So the question is, is a good profiteer a good or a traitor?

It's very simple, whoever gives me peach blossom brew is good, and if you don't give me peach blossom brew, you are a traitor. Yang Ren looked upright.

"Phew, can you say such shameless words?" Hearing Yang Ren's request, Mu Sen was angry, "Before you leave, what about the peach blossom brew I gave you?!"

"This, this ......" Yang Ren was a little hesitant, and he didn't hold back a word for a long time.

"Oh, we're done drinking. ”

I'm fierce, you're true and sincere!

So, Mu Sen kicked Yang Ren, "Get out of here!"

"Hehe...... Yang Ren was a little embarrassed, then turned around and kicked Wang Meng hard, "Follow what kind of fun!"

It's called the kick-cat effect.

Not explained.

Wang Meng, who was kicked by Yang Ren, decided to pursue the policy of 'can't afford to hide', and ran to the front to lead the team.

"The wind is blowing and the dust is flying, and Weijia is returning home!" Mu Sen sang. Although it was a little ugly, the confident and proud momentum was still expressed.

In this march, although Lin Xuan, Wei Wen, and Gan Ping were missing, the momentum was not weak but strong. Jiaziban and Xiongqu Camp were all dressed in silver and silver, turning into a torrent, with a monstrous momentum, overwhelming all directions, and rolling towards the Tianhui tribe.

"Abba, Eminem, Uncle, as well as Little Stone and Huaishen, I'm here!" Mu Sen's black hair was crystal clear, fluttering in the wind, and his eyes pierced the void, as bright as a god's sun.

"Oh, yes, and the woods. When I go back this time, I want them to know that true warriors are fearless. I'm not afraid even if it's three out of one!"

......

At this time, the wooden trio in Mu Sen's mouth was still practicing the green wolf attack in the dense forest, and in the deep troubled times, every aspiring warrior was trying to become stronger. For survival, for protection, for dignity, and for ......

"Don't let Mu Sen bully!" Mu Xin clenched his fists and said vigorously at Mu Zhao and Mu Ning. Although they had long since turned their rivalry with Mu Sen into a jade silk, this name still filled them with endless fighting spirit.

"You don't want to meet again, we can't beat him in three out of one, right?"

"I don't want to!"

"Never!"

......

Then the battle spirit was high again, and it seemed that the entire dense forest was set on fire, the leaves were flying, the earth was splashing, and the spiritual power of Ming Yao sent the void into waves of ripples.

......

"Break!" When the sunlight shifted and began to shine on Shi Po's body, his closed eyes suddenly opened, and there seemed to be a river of stars flowing inside, and countless suns and moons rose and fell.

As he drank heavily, an extremely strong breath surged out of his body, and his forehead was covered with green tendons, and beads of sweat the size of beans flowed like a river.

"Boom!" It was like thousands of horses rushing together, and it was like thunder roaring, and the muscles and periosteum of the stone broke were vibrating, and the huge sound spread throughout the four fields.

"Break it for me!" The spiritual power in Shi Po's body was like a surging river, constantly impacting his limbs and bones. Somewhere in his body was like a blocking the river, allowing his spiritual power to hit him violently, but he didn't move.

The stone is ruthless, and the already surging spiritual power river is even more turbulent at this time, breaking the cauldron and sinking the boat, not hitting the south wall and not looking back!

And what about the crash?

Oh, that's better to go back. After countless shocks, Shi Po finally dissipated his spiritual power and gave up the idea of building a foundation. If you want to be fast, you can't reach it, and if you don't have a deep foundation, how can you be like a bamboo. "Huaishen, it's still not good. ”

Shi Po smiled honestly, but there was a touch of bitterness in his smile. He stood up, moved his body joints slightly, and then picked up Huai Xia and walked into the distance.

"Even if I don't build a foundation, I'm not weak!"

......

Looking at the valley water shrouded in the glow, Shi Po, Mu Xin and others felt a dark heart. The pressure on this guy is really too great! Gu Shui, as the young patriarch of the Tianhui tribe, has cultivated the secret technique of thunder and fire that the tribe is known as the unparalleled attacker, not only the magic is exquisite, but also the power is infinite, and he has not fallen under the siege of the three Jin Dan, and he is a first-class ruthless stubble. What's more, he's only in his twenties now.

The achievement of half-step Jindan in his twenties is enough to make him proud of most people. So when a small and medium-sized force martial artist like Shi Po came over, he didn't even look at it.

"What's so crazy?" Mu Zhao twitched the corners of his mouth with a touch of disdain.

"Xiao Zhao!" Mu Xin hurriedly patted Mu Zhao and asked him to silence him. People do have crazy capital, not to mention, in the days to come, they will have to rely on him, and they will say less if they can say less.

was slapped by Mu Xin, although Mu Zhao was still pouting, he didn't say anything more.

......

There are many small and medium-sized forces who have joined Gushui's team this time, adding up to about 100 people. And the Gushui team itself has only more than fifty people, but although their number is small, they are all elites. Some warriors from small and medium-sized forces secretly made comparisons, but they had to admit with frustration that more than 100 of them were simply the enemies of the Gushui team.

When the sandalwood incense that calculated the time was about to be extinguished, Gu Shui, who had been sitting quietly, got up, and his eyes opened, as if he had traveled through time and space through the ages. The majestic aura on its body was almost substantial, shattering the void into fine ripples.