Don't care what, he Mao Zhenhuang finally stepped into the ranks of building the foundation.

Countless Heavenly Mandate monks swooped towards this gate, but this was just a single-plank bridge, even if a character like Zhai Laoliu had the help of Mao Zhenhuang, whether he could step through the ravines and ravines in this life is still two words.

The destiny of the year of establishment is considered the garbage in the garbage, but the foundation of the establishment is in its prime, and it is not much late.

One step of mud, one step of heaven!

This kind of cultivation is the starting point for the entry of the major sects in Middle-earth.

The way of the golden pill of the Huayang Heavenly Sect system, the true spirit path of the expounding Youwei, the heart sword technique of the Mixed Yuan Sword Sect, and the method of the demon fetus of the six palaces, the starting point is to build the foundation!

The world after the foundation is built will also be a different world.

Even if he is bad in the future, the blue robe of the inner door of the Guanlou Sect will already be able to add to it, if he can get a bargain when the Xuanjing vein is determined to belong here, Mao Zhenhuang's future days will be even more chic.

At least the matter of the inner door shade is decided, this is not counting the Lu Shi card with a broken divine light, and I don't know if I can go to Xiang Hanqu to exchange something.

Guanlou Sect has died for a lifetime, and this is the worst choice, but this is obviously not his Mao Zhenhuang's pursuit.

"Rui Qi auspicious clouds are full of Huan Sheng, and the dust realm is really beautiful and danying.

Tianyun does not chase the spirit of flowers, and the gods are accompanied by fairy tales. ”

A soft groan, all he thought!

Mao Zhenhuang felt that the mountain gate number of Huayang Tianzong was three points catchier than the mountain gate number of Guanlou Sect at this time.

And I don't know if this confidence was given by the blue ring whip in his dantian Linghai, or the more than 200,000 Xuanyang crystals in the wine gourd.

Or maybe it's both.

After building the foundation, Mao Zhenhuang even felt very comfortable when he looked at the gray underground world in front of him.

Of course, I don't know if this mood has anything to do with the two fat fish flying on their heads, one large and one small.

"Brother is the head iron! Fat man, I built a foundation and it took at least more than 20 days, and you haven't died yet?"

Mao Zhenhuang roared at the big black and white fish in the sky, not caring at all that there was a murderous salamander behind him.

This is the foundation of the foundation!

If he had a butterfly-tailed dragon like a squirrel, he would dare to go up and plate a plate of Fang Yangyue, the widow.

And Mao Zhenhuang's voice made Fu Lei stunned!

Fu Lei looked back in astonishment at the head of the skull, and glanced back at the valley and ravines below.

And that doesn't matter.

Bang!

Fourrayton felt as if his brain was caught in the door, and his eyes began to ghost, if it weren't for the dragon whiskers still holding the dragon whiskers of the squidrel, his thin little body was almost thrown off the top of his head by the butterfly-tailed dragon Qing flying at high speed in the air.

"I said brother, there are thousands of roads, safety first, fishing is not standardized, brother and I are in tears!"

Mao Zhenhuang looked at this thing stunned for a moment, and was directly hit by the head of the butterfly-tailed dragon Qing on a rocky between the cliffs, and he couldn't bear to look at it directly.

It may be that the two "brothers" haven't seen each other for a long time, and the other party misses him very much, and he is excited to see him.

It must be so!

It's not a pig hitting a tree at all.

"It's my brother Gu Bei under the mountain?"

Fu Lei wiped the blood on his head, his eyes were full of Venus, and he replied in an extremely shameless manner.

The tone is full of impatient cordiality.

And if Fu Lei heard this cheap voice twenty days ago, he couldn't wait to rip off the other party's heart, but listening to it at this time, it was better than three points!

"Yo! I finally know how to call my brother?" Mao Zhenhuang pulled out the crown and said playfully towards this goods.

This guy is also a bit capable!

The angry widow who can be chased by her husband who died for more than 20 days in a row is not dead, and there are definitely not a few in this Xuanjing Mountain Range, at least he Mao Zhenhuang was chased by this crazy woman for a while and then sued for mercy.

And this also illustrates a problem.

He robbed the goods three times, and it seems that he still has his own small treasury to hide.

This behavior is not good!

He Mao Zhenhuang has been on his feet for more than 20 years, and Lao Tzu once said.

To be a man, you can't be sincere!

"Brother Gu Bei, where is it, it was my Fu Lei's brother for a while, and my brother for life.

I haven't seen you for a few days, and I already miss it, but when I see my brother, I also brought a gift to my brother, so I know that my brother is hello. ”

Fu Lei pointed at Fang Yangyue, whose head was like frost behind him, to Mao Zhenhuang, and his eyes turned to him with a gloomy voice.

This pot was thrown to him by the other party, and Fu Lei felt that he could throw it back without any psychological burden!

I thought that under the premise that the two brothers were very brotherly, they also planned to help each other, Mao Zhenhuang heard that the other party was actually saying this, and the crown in his hand was directly inserted back into his back, since the other party meant this.

Your Fu Lei is waiting to be turned into beads by the widow behind you!

"You're welcome! You put the gift first, brother, I suddenly feel a little urgent, let me go and go back. ”

Mao Zhenhuang looked at the butterfly-tailed Long Qing flying towards him, turned around and left with a roar, and flashed towards the ghostly flickering in the ravine beside him.

There is no other ability, this kind of talent for running away used to be in the top few in the northwest of Daliang, and at that time it was still the Heavenly Mandate Cultivation, not to mention the foundation building cultivation at this time, coupled with the complex terrain, it is comparable to swimming a fish into the water.

"Brother, brother......"

Fu Lei shouted eagerly at the figure that rushed out at great speed.

It's so fast!

The speed and fluctuation of the other party did not match his body shape at all.

Climbing the wall like an ape, the ravine like a flat walk, and in the four pole flashes, the fat figure has disappeared in his eyes.

Fu Lei's mind was a little confused!

The fast man has seen it, but the fast fat man he hasn't seen yet.

In fact, it was just a quick explosion, Mao Zhenhuang knew that the divine consciousness of the Zhuji monk was within a mile range, and he could take advantage of the intricate terrain to avoid the figure, and then began to sit and watch someone be trapped.

And the phantom body shape of the kun salamander under the widow's ass in Yangyue is no longer like a mountain, and it is estimated that it can't hold up the consumption after chasing this cheap thing for more than 20 days, and now it is only the size of a demoiselle crane, but it is still fierce!

Even if the other party lands on the ground, Mao Zhenhuang has built a foundation at this time, and there is no means to slaughter the other party, if he joins hands with Fu Lei, a cheap person, there will be a bucket of capital.

But this ghost doesn't slip away.

If you don't go to the road, you won't go to the road, Mao Zhenhuang doesn't mind, the big deal is to recite the Sutra a few times and throw two handfuls of yellow paper for this generous brother who died generously.

"Brother, I said, brother, alas, you can't treat my brother like this. ”

Fu Lei was stunned for a moment, the salamander chasing behind him had already been killed in front of him, and he suddenly looked behind him and suddenly felt that the soul was rising, and the long dragon whiskers were already approaching, and he was so frightened that he was holding the butterfly-tailed Longqing's brain shell and scurrying around.

The two of them had already distanced themselves a little, but where did they think that such a fat man would be killed in the middle, and more than 20 days of hard work turned into useless work in an instant, and even when he turned his head to look behind him at this time, he could see Fang Yangyue's crazy girl's youthful face.

"Brother, ......."

There was a gust of wind in the back of his head, and there was a boundless murderous aura that cooled his back, and Fu Lei, who regretted it, screamed at the earth with a voice, he knew that the other party had definitely not gone far, and he must be sitting somewhere waiting to see him laugh.

And Mao Zhenhuang does have the heart to see jokes, but at this time, he really didn't pay much attention to this begging for mercy, and all his eyes fell on the big goldfish with black and white flowers under his buttocks.

It used to look like it, but now it has been upgraded from like to the word "love".

The excitement of the heavens and the earth, as well as the incomparable speed, even if you are chased for more than 20 days, you can still have such endurance.

There are definitely few immortal birds at the foundation level!

At least the crowned crane of the Guanlou Sect can't do this.

"Brother, my own brother, let's work together to do the stinky girls behind me, is there anything to discuss?"

Fu Lei roared for half a stick of incense, his voice was hoarse, and the life-threatening salamander behind him was like a maggot on tarsal bones, and he was already powerless.

Mao Zhenhuang is his hope at this time!

He knew that the other party would be able to help him, but he still needed to bleed once.

"What do you want to do?"

Mao Zhenhuang was relieved when he heard this, and he felt that he had enough time to watch the play.

It's not that I can't see this thing being turned into beads, but I feel a little sorry for the butterfly-tailed dragon under his crotch.

Dodging quickly over this place, the tired fish's tongue is drooping out, the saliva is flying all over the sky, and it is not happy to spit bubbles, there is a tendency to roll the eyes and faint to death, it is estimated that it is the end of the strong crossbow after being chased for so many days.

"Ha! What gift my brother wants, just open my mouth, it is my duty to be a younger brother to honor me during the New Year's holidays. For Fu Lei at this time, the most beautiful voice in the world is Mao Zhenhuang's voice.

"Do you sell fish?"

Mao Zhenhuang squinted his eyes and said, Fang Yangyue behind the other party stopped chasing.

Standing on top of the salamander, his divine consciousness swept towards this side of the world.

The other party heard his voice and was looking for the right master!

"Brother, don't you know that our Longmen Sect sells fish? If you want to talk about the best attack methods, there are dark clouds and snow, Wangtian gold, five flowers and red and white lions, and if you want to talk about speed and beauty, there are jade top silver forehead, glowing scale short-tailed liu and swallowtail grass eyes, among which swallowtail grass eyes are the best, and they have the capital of Jindan.

If my brother doesn't like these very much, my brother and I still have one hundred and eight non-selling shark (lu) swordfish can also be separated, and I can form an infinite sword array for my brother to make. ”

Fu Lei looked at Fang Yangyue, who stopped behind him, and his nervous heart was relieved, and he was happy to say a few more words.

He knew that without the help of this fat man "Gu Beicong" today, he would not be able to escape this piece of life.