"Bang!" a large swarthy meteorite fell from in front of Ah Guang, smashing a small crater.

Ah Guang ran over, bent down to pick up the big meteorite, and raised his head excitedly: "This is the best iron material for forging swords! Ah Zhen, now there are enough sacrifices to heal you!"

"Bang Bang He subconsciously leaned back and reached out to catch it.

The thing was soft, round, like translucent fish jelly, covered in blue-yellow slime. Shikari wiped away the thick outer layer of mucus, and the inside was shaped like an egg, and from the inside of the egg, half a thin purple tail poked out, and dense silver hairs seemed to tremble gently.

Zhi Hunt Zhen clamped it with his fingers, and the half of the little tail immediately writhed, and Zhi Hunt Zhen tugged hard, "Poof!" The egg exploded, and the slime splattered, and even half of the little tail was broken into juice, exuding a wonderful fragrance that seemed to be there and was indescribable.

Zhijia Zhen suddenly felt refreshed, and the entire sea of knowledge seemed to be filtered by the wonderful fragrance, becoming clear and empty, with a trace of ethereal meaning. The eight-winged golden cicada floated out of the sea of knowledge, vibrated its wings, and let out a low cry of joy. Zhi Hunt was really shocked, it turned out to be a divine object that nourished the soul! If it was placed in the human realm, it would be enough to make the top masters of refining the Void and Void Combining Dao fight and fight.

The smell disappeared in an instant, and even the juice evaporated in an instant.

Not long after, in the midst of the clamor of the carp people wave after wave, the flipper shook his head and tail, and his huge body sank into the void again, disappearing without a shadow, leaving behind a mountain of treasures.

"Hurry up and pack up your things!" Uncle Meng shouted, looking out of the village, his eyes revealing a hint of unease.

The carp people cheered and took the baskets one after another, and buried their heads in picking them up. Ah Guang picked up a big basket on his back, put it into the basket with Zhi Zhenzhen, swept his eyes around, grabbed a dozen or so small things with both hands one after another and threw them into the basket, and whispered in his mouth: "Ah Zhen, if there is something to eat, you eat it first." ”

Zhi Hunt really understands that these treasures will definitely be gathered and given priority to the carp people who practice the sword, and they may not be able to be distributed to themselves. That being the case, of course he would not be polite to these carp people. In the final analysis, the purpose of the monks of the Human Dao entering the Earth Dream Dao is nothing more than to plunder the abundant resources to assist in cultivation, and to experience the strangeness of the other world, to merge with the heavens and the earth with their own hearts, and finally to understand the path.

Zhijia Zhen picked and picked a sticky clump of mud, broke it open, and peeled off the reddish-brown shell, revealing seven or eight scoops of white flesh like snow jade inside. It is like a strange fruit, with bright red filaments embedded in the white flesh, soft to the touch, and a rich and mellow aroma.

Zhi Kari really tried to take a small bite, the flesh was sweet and tender, the honey was fragrant, the splashed juice slid through the throat like silk satin, and the internal organs were like a bath, smooth and smooth, and even the little hunger left in the stomach was gone. He didn't hesitate any longer, swallowed the fruit a few times, and grabbed an uneven gray-white orb at his feet and examined it carefully.

"Uh!" Shikari hiccuped inexplicably, and the gas coming out was as drunk as drunk and strong as wine. Immediately afterwards, a spicy stream of heat rushed out from all over his body, like a fire, from the internal organs to his tongue, so hot that his throat was dry and his lips were burned, and tears were about to flow out.

A strong feeling of dizziness came up one after another, and Zhi Hunt really grabbed the basket, and the sky was spinning in front of him, and he was dizzy. With a "pop", the foreign object in the hand fell into the basket. The pulp just now...... Zhi Hunt really screamed that it was not good, his whole body burned like a boil, his throat smoked, his limbs became light and soft, and he couldn't use any strength.

Could it be the drunken mud fruit? He suddenly remembered a strange story recorded in the Hou Mansion collection: In the past, there was a naughty boy named Du Kang, who played in front of the court. The void suddenly falls a fruit, the scoop meat is like jade, the food is sweet, and the aftertaste is spicy like fire. Du Kang immediately fell asleep for a few days, and after waking up, he drank alcohol, and he was not drunk with a thousand cups, and was known as the wine fairy in history.

If it's really a drunken mud fruit...... Zhi Hunt really smiled bitterly, there is no harm in getting drunk mud fruit, on the contrary, it replenishes blood and qi, dredges the meridians, it can be called a rare tonic, and it is an eight-winged golden cicada that does not feel a bad omen. But now he is weak and dazed, how can he reap the benefits?

He was just about to tell Ah Guang when suddenly, the ground shook slightly, and a rapid hoof sound sounded in the distance, constantly approaching the entrance of the village.

Uncle Meng's face sank, he let out a long howl, and the broadsword was raised high, and the tip of the sword pointed straight to the place where the hoof came from. The rest of the carp people looked up, and all of them changed color. The brown-bearded old carp man put down the basket, walked up to Uncle Meng, and asked in a trembling voice, "Ah Meng, could it be that the tipping bucket kun attracted the carp disaster?"

"I don't know. The tipping bucket is so conspicuous that it will inevitably provoke outsiders. Uncle Meng shook his head, his eyes swept over everyone, and he shouted solemnly, "Pick up the sword and prepare to meet the enemy!"

Ah Zhen exclaimed, pulled out the rattan sword at his waist, quickly put down the basket, picked up Zhi Zhenzhen and ran into the thick reeds, looked left and right, found a hollow and hidden muddy puddle and put him down, quickly pulled out some reeds, covered him, and hurriedly said: "Ah Zhen, probably the carp is coming." Be careful and don't make a noise!"

Zhi Hunt really wanted to speak, but his throat was so hot that he only let out a few coughs. He had heard Ah Guang talk about carp, which was some carp warriors who had been polluted by demons during their conquest of Tianhe. After escaping from the battlefield, they became greedy and tyrannical, plundering everywhere for a living, and became a scourge among the carp warriors.

Through the gap in the reeds, Zhi Jia Zhen saw Ah Guang quickly running towards Uncle Meng, standing to the side, the rattan sword in his hand trembling slightly, but pointing firmly forward.

The muddy water splashed everywhere, the hooves sounded like thunder, and the thirteen iron horsemen swept in like a violent wind, scattering in an uproar at the entrance of the village, distributing in a fan-shaped formation, blocking the exit from afar.

These carp people are dressed in various colored scale armor, with metal swords on their backs, and their whiskers are all black and shiny, as if they have been soaked in ink, revealing an evil aura. Their mounts were all tall and fierce Puma, with heads like leopards, sharp teeth, knotted limbs, strong and powerful, long manes and tails flicking violently, like leather whips.

"Carp!" Uncle Meng shouted, and the broadsword flashed with a sharp edge. Less than twenty young carp men raised their long swords and surrounded Uncle Meng's left and right, confronting the carp as if they were facing a great enemy.

"Hahahaha! Luck is coming, you can't stop it!" "The carp led by the leader didn't look at everyone, his eyes greedily swept over the treasures all over the ground, and he looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, "So far away, I saw the flipping bucket kun, and it should be a windfall for the old men!"

The carp drew their swords and let out a wild laugh, their sharp blades connecting into dazzling cold light in the scorching sun.

The brown-bearded old carp man looked at Uncle Meng, strengthened his courage, stepped forward tremblingly, and arched his hand: "Carp warriors, this is Yantang Village, and the old man is the village chief of this village. These things on the ground are all left by the tipping kun, if you are interested, we can give you some ......."

"Get out!" Before the brown-bearded old carp man finished speaking, the carp led by the carp spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm and sprayed it on the other party's old face, and a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes.