After a long time, you will be handy.

Of course, robbers are also an industry, and it is an industry with a fast entry, low starting point, no cost, and only a little courage to make a difference.

And Mao Zhenhuang has a fat gall, from the east strategy to the west side, when he runs his old business, it can be described by the word "familiar with the road".

In addition, he was well versed in the essence of the three major war methods, and after three days in the west, Mao Zhenhuang suddenly found that his daily income had not decreased at all, but had increased slightly compared to the east.

It took three days to get 40,000 Xuanjing, you don't have to go out early and return late, you don't have to hide in Tibet, and you don't need to spend your mind to make footprints from the chaos, you just need to find one or two relatively similar points to stare to death, and it is not a matter to get 123 Xuanjing a day.

Jumped a good slot!

Not only did the salary increase, but also paid off the idleness.

The only trouble is that it is not easy to find the best locations for two similar Heavenly Destiny monks, and they often encounter the crack of the mountain where the "big quail" is squatting.

Together, these two points somewhat limited Mao Zhenhuang's performance.

And that's what it is.

Mao Zhenhuang stared at the mountain crack in front of him, sometimes taking off, sometimes falling to take a nap, and the crane was a little uncomfortable.

This kind of big quail is not only the standard for the monks of the Guanlou Sect, but also in the other four sects.

And this "big quail" in front of me is a demoiselle crane!

Just look at its dazzling wings and golden claws.

There are many varieties of cranes cultivated by various sects in Zhongzhou, and the demoiselle crane in front of him is completely different from the crane species of Guanlou Sect.

Most of the immortal birds in the Guanlou Sect are crested weeping cranes, with a beautiful big crown, mostly known for their speed, and there are a small number of mutated varieties and a few powerful spells.

And this one in front of him is different, it is completely good at fighting, the claws like golden hooks are grasped tightly, how hard the skull is kneaded with dough in front of it, and the pair of dazzling wings, which can not only bring a strong wind when waving, but also shoot endless sharp crane feathers.

It is a fairy bird that the monks of the Heavenly Mandate Period will envy, of course, killing the monks of the Heavenly Mandate Period in seconds is like chopping melons and vegetables.

If he Mao Zhenhuang could step into the threshold of building the foundation one day, the sect master of the Guanlou Sect would also happily give him this kind of thing to play with.

And this kind of fairy bird for the purpose of travel is usually not very fierce, and may fly away timidly as soon as it is frightened, such is the case with the crowned weeping crane of the Guanlou Sect, but the demoiselle crane in front of him is definitely an alternative!

You dare to treat it like a crested crane, and it is strange that it does not incite you in anger.

But now this crested crane is blocking his way, and he can't get through at all.

After all, if you want to have a little Xuanjing in your account today, you can only change places and shout "Northwest Xuantian is a cloud", and the two monks behind the buttocks can all be shouted clean by him.

And this small mountain col doesn't know how the earth dragon turned out of a moat, and when he turned out of the moat, he turned out of the moat, and he also turned out a mountain crevice, so that he could get into a monk in the foundation building period without dying.

Mao Zhenhuang waited for three hours and didn't see anyone coming out of the crack in the mountain, only the fierce "big quail" swaying around the mouth.

It's not that he hasn't moved with murderous intent, but an adult demoiselle crane is comparable to a foundation, and the two foundations are added together, and a monk in the foundation building period has to think about it, and he is still a destiny!

"The fat man is giving you a chance for an hour!"

Mao Zhenhuang looked at the fat "big quail" and gritted his teeth, he was already a little impatient.

Half of the day has passed, think about how bleak today's harvest will be, if this Zhuji is the same as the thin monkey of the Guanlou Sect Fu Qi Si Xiang's family, he Mao Zhenhuang will definitely try his luck, but a Zhuji plus a demoiselle crane, he has to measure how much success rate is.

Mao Zhenhuang took out a bunch of talismans with dark red eyes, trembling his hands and began to twist out, he had completely lost his patience, and he couldn't wait for an hour later.

After slaughtering so many people who drilled into the mountain crevice, he knew that basically few people could come out in half a day, and there was still a foundation in front of him, which could be worthy of his cultivation to drill in, and this mountain crevice mouth must be extraordinary.

The horizon is there!

"Tsuki, Tsuki, I feel like I'm crazy. ”

There are a bunch of talismans in front of him, two purple talismans, sixty blue talismans, and more than 600 yellow talismans, of which ninety percent are "killing" characters.

Mao Zhenhuang glanced at the two only purple runes, hesitated for a while, and then stuffed these two purple runes into the wine gourd, and then twisted out a blue rune and a yellow rune.

Ten pieces of purple rune paper became three "kill" characters, and Wang Daoning took one of them, and the remaining two purple runes Mao Zhenhuang would hurt if he wanted to use them.

And the twisted one yellow and one blue are not ordinary, the yellow one is the Ink Tiangang Guarding Mantra, and the blue one is the Crossing Cloud Sky Flying Mantra.

One guard, one retreat!

He had used the Ink Tiangang Guarding Mantra before, which could resist the fire of ten breaths of the monks in the early stage of foundation building, but he couldn't move when he used it, and after the Crossing Festival Cloud Sky Flying Curse was torn, one step at a time, there was a time of three breaths to let him run wildly.

This blue talisman is considered to be something at the bottom of the box, and he has been saving it for four years, and he doesn't know how to deceive it from Zengwenzi, the monk who is stationed in the northwest of Daliang.

After glancing at these two talismans twice, Mao Zhenhuang took out ten more blue talismans, and then turned his head to stare at the "big quail" yin owl.

Maybe the monks of the Guanlou Sect have a crazy gene in their bones, they always like to be small and big, and they prefer to walk in danger, not only in Han Qu, but also in Mao Zhenhuang.

But Xiang Hanqu knew that if the consequences of doing this were to happen, it would be unimaginable to repay him, and Mao Zhenhuang also knew this truth, two purple talismans to save his life, one blue and one yellow talisman to protect himself, and the success rate of such a fight should be fifty percent!

Fifty percent is definitely a chance to make the monk crazy.

If it can be done, it will be unimaginable to repay him, and the foundation building monk's family background is not comparable to the stinky and poor acid of the Heavenly Mandate Period.

Mao Zhenhuang took a few deep breaths and calmed down, he knew what he was going to do next, this kind of thing was rarely done in the history of the Zhongzhou sect, and everything that was done had already entered the history books.

And there are usually two kinds of people recorded in the history of the sect, one is that they failed and died, and all of them have become the laughing stock of future generations.

Another one survived, and they all became a masterpiece of the times.

Whether it is a smile or a masterpiece, sometimes it is just a thought.

Mao Zhenhuang stared at the big quail for this "thought", and he didn't dare to blink.

Because this "big quail" will not nap all the time, it will fly up from time to time for a moment to move its muscles and bones, although it is not far away, but it is enough for forty or fifty breaths, and for such a long time, he Mao Zhenhuang can do a lot of things.

With every time the "big quail" instigated its wings, Mao Zhenhuang's heart began to beat violently.

The wings of this demoiselle crane stirred eight times, and his Mao Zhenhuang's heart beat seven times.

There is no eighth round!

Because Mao Zhenhuang watched this "big quail" fly up and slip over, his heart didn't have time to pound at all.

Six pieces of blue rune paper, nine pieces of yellow rune paper, handprints, pinching tips, and putting Xuanjing, the five little three were in one go, turned around and glanced at the demoiselle crane who was about to turn back in the sky, Mao Zhenhuang turned around and slipped along a magma condensate, until he returned to his nest, he felt that his heart seemed to be about to jump out of his throat.

I've never done anything so daring in my life!

It wasn't until he saw that the "big quail" flew back and began to nap calmly that Mao Zhenhuang's heart calmed down.

The one in the mouth of the mountain is almost ready to be sentenced to death, and there is still a demoiselle crane that is comparable to Tsukiki in front of him to deal with.

It's a nuisance!

The other party can fly, and he Mao Zhenhuang can't fly, and the counterattack of this fat "quail" will be as sudden as a storm if he doesn't die.

Mao Zhenhuang took out the crown and glanced at the blade rolled up, then put it on the sleeve and slowly wiped it.

Although the blade is rolled, the edge is not blunt, and between a slow pull, Mao Zhenhuang's sleeve has silently added a gap.

Very good!

It's okay to kill people, let alone chop a "chicken".

Mao Zhenhuang placed the Crossing Cloud Sky Flying Spell flat on his left leg, and his right hand lay on the handle of the crown, and his entire body entered the realm of turtle breath, and even his eyes became cold with the ice on his body.

Time and wait for the rest!

At this time, Mao Zhenhuang was not in a hurry at all, on the contrary, he had unprecedented patience.

An hour

Two hours

Three hours

....

Five hours

....

One day

Two days!

Even this demoiselle crane became agitated and sometimes sang, and Mao Zhenhuang sat motionless for two days like a dead corpse, and his body was covered with black ash into dirt bags, only the eyes blinked from time to time, which also proved that there was a person sitting in this dark corner.

Bang!

An earth-shattering loud bang swept through the mountain col, and it was an endless wave of ash that rose and fell to the earth.

Looking at the shadowy killer in the corner, where is there anyone at this time!

With a drum at the crack in the ground, the knife had already rushed out, stepping on the Crossing Cloud Sky Flying Charm and stepping forward, and before even half a breath had arrived, the cold light had already set up on the long neck of the demoiselle crane.

The knife has no trace, and the bones are like mud!

In the blink of an eye, a long neck with a bird's head had already flown into the sky, and the huge body standing on the ground spurted a stream of bird blood at the knife edge, and the pitch-black crown was instantly drenched with red spots.

He has achieved the power of the flying spell of the crossing festival, and the knife is faster than the sound!

Boom!

Bang bang!!

......

As the body of the demoiselle crane fell, there were a series of shocking and popping sounds behind Mao Zhenhuang.

The rocks are slapped into the air, and the flying ashes are cleansed!

A violent energy riot squeezed into a small mountain crevice, instantly shattering the magma sedimentary rocks all over the sky, not to mention any small mountain cols at this time, endless magma gushed out from the collapsed place.

The earth cracked, the turbidity steamed, the earth and rocks splashed, and with the sound of the explosion, it seemed as if the mountain range was about to collapse again.

And Mao Zhenhuang, who was slapped on the back by a huge rock and spit out a mouthful of blood, didn't have time to get excited, turned his head to look at the doomsday realm behind him, and screamed, ignoring his injuries and the magma spraying everywhere in front of him, and jumped directly at the tattered dead body in the pit.

Talismans can't be used in vain, blood can't be shed in vain, and life can't be fought in vain!