That night, there was jubilation in C398.

On the iron-clad platform watered with refined iron, the bonfire was blazing, and the demon beasts were washed and peeled clean, and the crystal grease flashed in the firelight with a seductive light, and bursts of burnt incense swept away with the wind.

Half of the monks were still on guard, while the other half sat around the campfire, laughing loudly.

After a day and a night of fighting, the strange beasts driven by the barbarians were slaughtered countless by Xiang Yang, and now there is an extra delicacy out of thin air.

This battle was too easy, and the fortress designed by Xiang Yang was simply impregnable, whether it was a long-range attack or a close defense, it was perfect.

Being sent to the C line was originally a matter of nine deaths, but now it seems that with this Xiang enshrined, it is not dangerous, and the military merits at the front line are the most generous, and when the chaos is over, the resources exchanged are enough for their cultivation to reach a big level.

"Old Song, I've done it!"

Xiang Yang picked up the green jade bowl in front of him and raised the bottom of the bowl towards a nine-turn monk who had come to toast.

After getting along for a period of time, Xiang Yang has a very high reputation in this place, and he is kind to people on weekdays, and he easily mingles with everyone, and he never restricts when he talks to him.

But today is a little different, there is an extra green shoot by his side.

The temperament of this young master of ten thousand laws is too outstanding, just sitting there so quietly makes most people feel a little ashamed of themselves, and they don't even have the courage to come forward and speak.

And this monk surnamed Song is one of those formation masters brought by Yu Hai, who has been following Xiang Yang when he was transforming C398, and has a good relationship with him, plus his status is quite high, so he was picked up.

"Hahaha, Xiang Offering, I am here to pay tribute on behalf of all the brothers here, one bowl is not enough, at least three bowls! Hmm, this is Xiang Offering's wife? Sure enough, she is a talented woman! Come on, come on, fill it together." ”

Song Kaiyuan squeezed his eyebrows at Xiang Yang and laughed.

Lu Ya'er sat next to Xiang Yang calmly, helping him to flip the beast meat on the bonfire, a pair of jade hands were full of grease, but she didn't care, she didn't get angry when she heard the ridicule, and picked up the jade bowl next to her with a smile: "Brother Song, then I'll do it first as respect!"

What they drank was a kind of liquor unique to Northern Shenzhou, called Stuffy Immortal Brew, which was not a good thing, but it was mixed with a medicinal herb called Drunken Immortal Grass, which could appease the divine sense, but it was also very easy to intoxicate.

"Bud, I'm coming!" Xiang Yang hurriedly took the wine bowl from Lu Ya'er's hand.

This kind of shoddy wine is very throat-washing, the taste is really not good, he is reluctant to let his sweetheart suffer, anyway, with his body, a little medicinal property is nothing, and it is okay to drink a tank.

After three bowls, Song Kaiyuan's footsteps were a little floating, and he walked back with a smile.

These days, although the study of the sacrificial altar was fruitless, the formations that Xiang Yang used when transforming the three hundred and ninety-eight places had benefited several of their formation mages a lot.

Even a small wind system formation has been played with tricks, the flexible combination between hundreds of formations, the simple core with some yuan storage functions, and the amplification effect between formations and formations, each of which makes them feel like they have learned for so many years in vain.

It's no wonder that he can even improve those battle formations, this Xiang is worshipped, and the true god is also!

At the beginning of Song Kaiyuan, the monks who were still a little restrained also let go, and from time to time someone came to salute a bowl, Xiang Yang did not refuse, and after a while, there were several more wine jars beside him, and even the green buds drank a few bowls in a row, and under the light of the bonfire, a pretty face that could be broken by blowing bombs had a trace of redness.

In a corner in the distance, Yuan Hao was sitting alone on the city wall at the front of the fortress, looking in the direction of the barbarian camp, his figure was gloomy, and it was a little out of place with the cheerful atmosphere next to him.

On his eyes, there was a big bruise on his socket at some point, and the corners of his mouth were also a little swollen, and his handsome face looked a little miserable at this time.

Xiang Yang glanced in the direction he was, leaned into Lu Ya'er's ear, and asked softly, "Ya'er, who is that kid?" It looks like everyone owes him money..."

"You don't even know who he is..."

His breath brought a crispy tingling feeling, and the earlobes of the green buds were red, and he turned his head and glared at him with disgust, and said with a chuckle.

In the evening, as soon as the two met, Yuan Hao jumped out and said that he wanted to weigh Xiang Yang's weight, and said that seeing that his cultivation was inferior, he would not bully the small, so he would let him attack in three moves, and let him attack within three moves, even if he hurt himself a little fur, even if he won.

And so it turned out...

Yuan Hao is also single, and the scars on his face are not treated, so he hangs like this.

"That's his own beating, three moves, not a single move..."

Xiang Yang will not admit that he did it on purpose, who told this kid to be so close to his daughter-in-law, and his eyes were a little wrong.

As a young man, although he is still a little ignorant of feelings, he is very sensitive to the people or things that appear around the person he likes.

"So you're going to greet people in their faces?" Lu Ya'er forced a smile and stretched out her hand to twist Xiang Yang's waist vigorously, but this guy has thick skin and thick meat, and he probably doesn't notice it.

"What's the matter, his face is all up, the goal is too big..."

Xiang Yanghan rubbed his hands with a smile, turned over a demon beast in front of him, found the fattest part, cut off a small piece, put it on a plate and handed it over.

"Hmm... This guy is very annoying, but his identity is not ordinary, so it's better to provoke less. ”

Green Sprout passed the sound while taking the plate.

She actually doesn't like to eat these greasy foods very much, but since it was handed over by her sweetheart, she naturally won't push it back.

Her words and deeds are full of elegance, and even when she eats this rough barbecue, she seems polite.

Speaking of which, she and Xiang Yang are completely different in temperament and living environment since childhood, but when they are together, they are extremely coordinated, and they don't feel weird at all, as if they were born to be one-on-one.

"Your identity is not ordinary, can you be more extraordinary than you? You are now the Young Master of Ten Thousand Laws..."

Seeing that she didn't like it very much, Xiang Yang took out a lot of immortal fruits from the Qiankun Ding clone with a smile, and he used a sharp knife to unload the demon beast in front of him into eight pieces, and squeaked and gnawed it.

The amount of food he has now is amazing, and the calf-like demon beast in front of him is just a random bottom.

"You're going to laugh at me too, what young master, if it weren't for the fact that I could use that teleportation array, I wouldn't have been..."

Lu Ya'er glared at him, and then looked at Yuan Hao: "He is a disciple of the Holy Land, the legendary son of luck!"

When she said the word 'holy land', her tone was heavy, but her voice was very quiet.