Hum, buzz, buzz! This is the sound of the thunder Jiao driving in front of the long car.

Whenever the morning sun rises from the horizon and the Taiyi God blooms his great power and brilliance, these thunder dragons will shout excitedly, and then swallow the purple gas emitted by the morning sun.

Under the service of the maids, he put on his clothes and pushed the door out.

Each preparatory disciple in the long carriage will have a room of his own, three maids and five servants. These maids and servants are all selected, not only are they good-looking, but they are all cultivated, and the lowest is the peak of Guiyuan. Of course, the talents of these maids and servants are not very good, and the foundation is not strong enough, otherwise they would not be maids and servants.

These people can be divided on one side and become a figure above 10,000 people. Now he is willing to be subordinate to others and serve the lives of others. You can see how much Razor is tempting them.

Outside the door is a small garden.

Yes, it was a small garden, and there was a garden in the middle of the long car, and there was more than one.

All kinds of strange flowers and plants in the garden, even Zhang Baijian couldn't recognize them all, and he had only heard of many of them, but he had never seen them. The aura in the garden is abundant to the extent that it is like substance, and if ordinary people take an extra breath here, they are afraid that they can live for two or three more years.

Under the trees in the garden are rows of bookshelves, filled with all kinds of books.

Some of these classics are recorded with tortoise shells, some are demon beast bones, some are jade pieces, and some are spiritual bamboo bamboo slips. Of course, the most are books made of demon animal skins, which are the best text carriers.

Zhang Baijian even saw a very small number of paper books, the paper of these paper books was specially made, and the tenacity and tenacity were better than the skin of the demon beast. It should be very expensive to make.

Some of these texts record some of the origins and inheritances of Razor, some record the customs of Middle-earth, and some are classics of exercises, martial arts, spells, and secret techniques. From the distinctive regional level to the incomplete wilderness level.

This is the essence of Lei Ze, even if it is an incomplete desolation level, it is also a desolation level in Donglai Kingdom, and an incomplete desolation-level classic can cause a protracted bloody storm. But here they are placed at random, and anyone can look at them as long as they walk into this little garden, and anyone can copy a copy of them.

Zhang Baijian is looking at a boxing method called "Infinite Boxing" at the moment, he has a brute force, if there is no boxing method to match, it will not be beautiful after all.

This "Immeasurable Fist" is a wilderness martial arts, but it is only more than half mutilated, and its power is comparable to the average town-level powerhouse. But some of these doorways are worth learning from.

After reading the book for a while, the maids brought him breakfast.

Before the Lingtai, qi and blood are needed to push the acupoints, so food is very important, and eating well can obtain abundant energy, and condense the spirit of blood production.

Zhang Baijian's breakfast is very rich and nutritious.

A bowl of Jiaojiao blood porridge makes up for blood qi and replenishes energy. The porridge is made with high-grade spiritual rice, thunder light rice mixed with the one-horned blood of Jiaolong's blood. In addition to the porridge, there are some side dishes made by spiritual extracts, as well as four or five spiritual fruits that enhance the quality of the physical body.

If Zhang Baijian wants to impact the thirty-three levels of qi cultivation now, his physical body is crucial. Therefore, most of the recipes are based on replenishing qi and blood and enhancing physical fitness.

While eating, Jin Ao was already burping and running through the garden towards Zhang Baijian.

"You're here?" Zhang Baijian was still eating and drinking by himself, these things were very precious, if he hadn't become Lei Ze's preparatory disciple, even if he was lucky enough to become the head of Yujing, he would have been able to eat it. Many things are not only the question of whether there is a Lingbei or not, but also whether the flower is spent or not. Many resources are controlled by top forces like Razor, and they can't be lost at all.

"Hey, what about eating this?" Jin Ao glanced at a piece of meatloaf on the small table in front of Zhang Baijian with his eyes. This meatloaf is cooked with the essence of spirit extract and third-order demon beasts mixed with spirit wheat flour, which is not only delicious, crispy and refreshing, but also comfortable after eating, without giving people a feeling of fullness and greasy.

As if he didn't see Jin Ao's sight, Zhang Baijian grabbed the meat patty, bit off most of it fiercely, and then chewed it vigorously. Jin Ao's little face was wrinkled, as if Zhang Baijian bit his body.

"Don't be so stingy, give me a bite too!" Jin Ao laughed as he licked his face.

Zhang Baijian rolled his eyes: "You don't have it yourself, don't you have enough to eat?"

Jin Ao said: "Aren't I growing my body! I've asked for it three times in the kitchen, and the fourth time they didn't give it to me, saying that the materials were not enough... ”

Speaking of this, Jin Ao snorted angrily: "Do those kitchen guys think I'm a fool? Not long after I left, that guy from Yuan Wujie took away a large jar of spiritual broth. ”

The Yuan Wujie in Jin Ao's mouth is a preparatory disciple accepted by the Dongmang Kingdom that has just passed, and he was born in the Dongmang royal family. And Dongmang Kingdom is much more vast and wealthy than Donglai Kingdom, so Yuan Wujie often bribed those cooks in the kitchen and made a lot of delicious food. Because of this, Jin Ao looked at him very unpleasantly.

Before poor Chiming drove into Donglai, he had traveled to twenty-seven countries, but only eleven preparatory disciples were accepted in total. Of course, strictly speaking, Jin Ao is not from Donglai Kingdom, he was born in the East China Sea and comes from the Qingping Sword Sect of Qingping Island.

Now in the entire long train, there are a total of eighteen preparatory disciples.

And according to the route of the long train, there are three more countries, and it is time to return to Middle-earth.

Perhaps there will be no more than twenty preparatory disciples in the long car.

Even so, listening to the words of those slaves and maids secretly discussing, this is already because of the maximum amount of net opening by Poor Chiming Elder.

Zhang Baijian wanted to know why Lei Ze opened the door to the convenience and accepted potential disciples in all directions, but unfortunately those servants and maids knew only a lot, and they didn't talk about it when they usually chatted, so Zhang Baijian couldn't know.

In the entire long car, perhaps only Elder Poor Chiming knew the truth.

Zhang Baijian wanted to use the Cave Heaven Treasure Mirror to take a look, but he didn't have the courage to do so. Poor Elder Chiming is said to be already a Witch Emperor powerhouse at the top of the Yang Soul, and with Zhang Baijian's current level, peeking at him with the Cave Heaven Treasure Mirror is undoubtedly looking for death.

If discovered, it will be confronted with sin and anger that will not be enough to be extinguished.

"Yo he! Isn't this the little fat man Jin Ao? Why are you begging for food again? Come here and obediently learn how to bark at the dog, how about this piece of meat and bones for you?" a nasty voice sounded, and another fat man, who was no thinner than Jin Ao, held a piece of gnawed meat and bone in his hand, and said with a sarcastic face on his face.

This person is Yuan Wujie, a royal child from the Eastern Mangguo. His talent is also extraordinary, he has comprehended the art of boundless travel at a young age, and he has an extraordinary talent in space magic. I don't know why, it's just that I don't see the little fat man Jin Ao at the same time, and often the two of them confront each other inexplicably.

(I started writing books in earnest in '09, and I wanted to be a great god at that time.) When I was 10 years old, I thought it would be good to be down-to-earth and have a good fire. When I was 11 years old, I felt that it would be beautiful to be able to earn some manuscript fees to support my family. When I was 12 years old, I thought that there were still a few people reading books, and I should be satisfied. When I was 13 years old, I felt that it was best not to be scolded, so I was content. I thought this way when I was 14 years old, and it was good for a few people to scold me. It's been 15 years, it's been seven years since I entered the industry, and the time has passed, and the passion has dimmed, is everything really light? No? I don't want to! I am not reconciled! So I still have to fight bravely and make the last fight. So ask for a recommendation!Really have let go of all the discipline of asking for a recommendation!Ask for a collection!Really have let go of all hope and despair for a collection!Ask for clicks!Really have let go of all delusions and self-righteousness for a click!Please someone who understands, give me a pair of wings to continue dreaming!Thank you!)