"Go up the mountain for the tiger, go down to the sea for the dragon, I Mao Zhenhuang want to be a real hero in this world, one, two, three, and three steps!"

Poof!

After cheering himself up, Mao Zhenhuang's big feet finally stepped up to the highest step, and her tired ass collapsed directly at the top.

"It's not a human thing to fuck. ”

Spit out the saliva in his mouth, Mao Zhenhuang threw down the stone bar, and lay on his back like a dead fish, looking at the flowing clouds in the sky without a trace of change, his eyes were very dull.

The clouds are close!

Close enough that he stood up straight, raised his hand, and buried himself in the brilliant mist.

But it was so close that he hadn't raised the stones for an afternoon to half a foot away, and this was still standing on the shoulders of Xiang Suijiao.

Now it takes at least an hour to go up and down, and he can only bring two stone bars.

He couldn't imagine what it would be like to come to the pile!

"Will! rather torture. ”

There was a weak complaint, and the head of the pillow stone bar turned to the side in the distance, within a radius of three miles, his tofu slag project that can be called a stone mountain is the highest, and there are three other ones in the distance that are about the same height as him, but he can't see it clearly.

After a pause, he took out a piece of jerky from the wine gourd and threw it into his mouth, and poured another sip of sweet wine, Mao Zhenhuang carefully went down his stone mountain.

The best base of the stone base, look at this place with Jiaojiao, both sides of the stone mountain are full of stones, just stack it to get a foundation, but the more you go up, the more difficult it is, the widow is unreliable, the more you go up the project, the more tofu slag, with the wind on the top of the mountain, this mountain seems to be a little erratic.

Mao Zhenhuang was even more afraid that Huayang Tianzong would play with him, so that his hard work would be in vain, even if he was tired and a dead dog, he was gritting his teeth and going down the mountain to carry stones.

Going down the mountain is definitely faster than going up, and before a quarter of an hour, the fat man has already reached the foot of his own mountain, but when he reaches the foot of the mountain, he is dumbfounded.

"Who did it?"

"Who the did that?"

"Who is it?"

Mao Zhenhuang, who looked like a mud monkey, instantly became angry and shouted at the surroundings, and the gossip cloud Xupa was even pulled out and put on his head.

The stone mountain, which is a tofu slag project, is stacked with only three corners, and a big hole is directly dug out of one corner at this time!

Mao Zhenhuang glanced carefully, his stone mountain had at least five or six hundred large stone strips dug up, and this was only the amount that was dug up in one hour, he had to be paralyzed on it for a while, and he couldn't say how many stone strips would be missing in this place.

He said that he had been lying on it for a while, and he felt like he was about to fall in a trance!

Feelings are dug into the corner by others.

But no one replied to him, and there was only one red shadow under the nearest "hill bag"!

"Come here!"

Mao Zhenhuang pulled out a pillar of dragon fire and glared angrily at this little kid.

"I didn't do it. ”

Hong Ming looked at the gossip Yunxupa that had been dripping on Mao Zhenhuang's head and was a little frightened, this thing left a great shadow in his heart.

"Hmph, you said it's not you, you're not you?" Mao Zhenhuang glanced at his small mountain bag, how to look at it, how to feel that the amount of stone on the other party was about the same as the amount of stone in the corner he was missing.

Hong Ming looked at the fat man with a murderous aura in front of him, and the dripping cat came to his hill bag and said, "It's really not me!"

"Then tell me who it is! Within a hundred feet, is there anyone else but me?"

Ran away, you sell cake cuts!

Who can move five or six hundred stone bars away in an hour?

Unless you're building muscles!

But Mao Zhenhuang didn't see Kang Weiran's figure around him at all.

"It wasn't me, two of them. ”

"Who?"

"One is the woman you killed just now, and the other is the man from Zhengxiao Sect who looks like the big sun. ”

Mao Zhenhuang laughed angrily and said, "You mean that someone is working together to commit the crime?"

"Uh-huh! It's two people working together. ”

"Forget about eating people, pay back the fucking lie, send you away once!"

The gossip clouds were overwhelmed, and four yellow turban wrestlers popped out in an instant, and the dragon fire pillar didn't give Hong Ming a chance to defend himself at all, and he went down three times, not to mention that he could still find the figure of this ghost baby, that is, the small mountain bag he piled up had disappeared completely.

"Nonsense! Xiang Suijiao and Weiqiu are still stealing with fart, and they are sorry for their big names if they don't know how to rob, phew!"

This one named Zhang Gouwa made him disgusted, but he got better early, or he didn't spare a stone mountain that was about to reach the top to be demolished by him like this, and it would be inevitable to fall short, which made that Mao Zhenhuang afraid for a while.

The consequences of the anger were very serious, the stick smashed to death Hongming, but the stone bar was also smashed, Mao Zhenhuang was very depressed after the mood, and could only go to the side to cut the stone bar and then fill the big hole in the back little by little.

After finally filling in the hour, Mao Zhenhuang sat at the foot of his mountain for another half an hour, and after making sure that the ghost cub of the red shadow did not come back for the second time, he slowly climbed to the top of the mountain with two stones on his back.

It's an abrasive process!

The will is more of a matter of persistence.

Strength is earned by persistence, and impatience can't cultivate immortals, or more precisely, Huayang Heavenly Sect wants to test their temperament.

But to be honest, this thing is useless to people like Mao Zhenhuang and Zhai Laoliu, who can mix in the northwest of Liang Guo for more than ten years, and the only possibility on his body is that this advantage is far better than ordinary people.

And Mao Zhenhuang also firmly believes that the last level will come to the end, and this level will definitely return to the first handful of people with the ability to occupy the magpie's nest.

What he chased was not simply to enter Huayang Heavenly Sect, that kind of target was too pediatric.

"Impossible!"

When he climbed to the top of the mountain again, Mao Zhenhuang felt fluttering again, and he was a little incredulous.

"Zhang Gouwa, you're fucking addicted to abuse, aren't you?"

Mao Zhenhuang cursed, threw down the stone bar and climbed directly down.

Although it is a tofu slag project, it is also built up of stones, so there is no problem of shaking all the time.

Someone is definitely digging into his corner again!

After rushing to the foot of the mountain, Mao Zhenhuang looked at the gap that was bigger than the last time and roared around: "Zhang Gouwa, get out of your mother's house!"

This time it was dug even harder, and it was seen that there were a thousand pieces missing.

"The first time I wiped my neck, the second time I smashed you into slag, do you believe it or not, and the third time I sliced you?"

Mao Zhenhuang stared at the scarlet eyes, and his divine sense swept back and forth three times in anger.

But I didn't find the figure of the red shadow at all, there was only one Wang Shuang of the Guanlou Sect within a radius of a hundred zhang, carrying two stone bars on his back and humming up the mountainside, thinking that it was impossible for this person to dig his corner.

The time is not right, and the people of the Wang family don't have the courage to do this to him.

No one anymore!

It's hell.

Mao Zhenhuang didn't believe in his divine sense a little, and scattered around his stone mountain with his eyes, but he really didn't see Hongming, except for a Wang Shuang who had already reached the top of the mountain, not to mention people, not even a fly.

Who did this to you?

Going with Jiao and the future?

If these two really do this, he will probably laugh off his big teeth, which is simply impossible.

And what is the purpose of doing this?

Nearly a thousand stones were transported out of an hour's effort, and Mao Zhenhuang was confident that he would not be able to do it.

Things are suddenly getting a little weird!

Mao Zhenhuang glanced at the sky that had not changed for thousands of years, and after pondering for a moment, he had no choice but to fill his big hole.

It seems, probably, probably, that Red Darkness's death was really in vain.

After mending his big hole, Mao Zhenhuang did not rush to the top of the mountain again with a stone on his back, but sat down and stared into the distance, and then looked at Wang Shuang, who was full of enthusiasm with his head bowed.

It's a good boy!

But in the sect, it seems that he is a little stupid, a little ignorant of the sinister of the world, more precisely, the sinister of Huayang Heavenly Sect.

"Don't carry it up, come and sit with me. Mao Zhenhuang yelled at Wang Shuang, who was also tired of being a stupid dog.

"The young master doesn't have time, my height is some distance from you. ”

Where did Wang Shuang have that mood at this time, he didn't have the ability to climb up on the corpse of Xiangjiao, and his stone platform was all built by himself little by little.

"Brute force is not here. ”

"Then you have to put the height on the clouds. Wang Shuang rested for a moment, and once again picked up two stones and climbed to the top of the mountain, at this time, in his eyes, height is everything!

Only by basing this stone mountain and stone platform on the clouds can he cross this level and will be one step closer to the gate of Huayang Heavenly Sect.

"I don't know if you'll regret it for a while. ”

Mao Zhenhuang shook his head at the thin figure of the other party and muttered, then took out the gossip cloud void hand, and wiped the stinky sweat on his forehead with this golden pill heavy treasure, if he was not mistaken, it seemed that he was coming!