MTL - Man Huang Feng Bao-Chapter 227 Yanzhu

The scattered repairs of the three real people almost rushed to the altar at the same time. They did not join hands to break the ban on the sarcophagus. Instead, they suddenly smashed the sword and killed each other.

In the face of the inheritance of a world of holes, who does not want to monopolize, who is willing to share with others?

The ugliness of human nature is revealed at this moment.

The three scattered repairs quickly fell two, all of which were severely damaged by the sharps on the side. When the others were counted, they were also subjected to the calculations of others. The guy who survived is not lucky, but more insidious, rushing to the altar of the altar, and the other two rushing forward along the inertia, but he intentionally lags behind half a step, from the back to create another two scattered, himself However, they avoided the counterattack of the two.

Many times, living in the end is not because the strength is the strongest, not because luck is better than others, not because the good guys have good news, but they are more insidious and meaner than others. The so-called good people do not live long, the bad guys are a thousand miles is this truth, not yin, how to survive in a group of devils?

"Ha ha ha, the inheritance of this cave world is mine!"

The lively distracted haha ​​laughed, the eagle nose horse face to middle age, both eyes exposed to the light, experienced and old-fashioned. Taking the lessons of the first adventurer, he did not rush to the sarcophagus, but flew up and smashed a scattered body onto the sarcophagus.

The poisonous mist on the sarcophagus immediately spread and rolled up, and the stagnation of the dying air immediately turned into a skeleton. At the same time, after the impact, the cover of the sarcophagus moved away by half an inch and the tremor was even worse.

As the wind rang, the middle-aged eagle nose flew again and flew another scattered body.

Boom! A muffled sound, the gap between the lids of Shijie was bigger, and a touch of green light emerged from the stone. Through this gap, a three-inch plant appeared in front of people's eyes, similar to bamboo. The whole body is green and oily like green stone, but the rhizome and leaves exude a vigorous vitality, obviously not a dead object.

what is that?

A bamboo?

People are a little dumbfounded. Who can think that the inheritance of Dongtian World turned out to be a bamboo?

"Hands, go together!"

"It's all gone, this baby is mine!"

......

When the accident happened to the accident, someone quickly responded and flew to the altar.

Murong chased the wind without saying a word, not taking care of killing the **** Ye Chuan, turned to the altar at the end of the hall. "Mu Rong Gongzi, Murong Gongzi..." Liu Hong's feet, Yan Yechuan turned and followed. Such a good opportunity, this is the point that even can not kill Ye Chuan, her heart hate!

The middle-aged eagle nose on the altar also reacted, swooping up and reaching for the green bamboo in the stone sarcophagus, to get ahead.

The poisonous mist that shrouded the sarcophagus rolled up again, drowning the body of the middle-aged eagle nose. The screams of screaming screamed, and this scum repair survived from the murder, but the one inch of flesh and blood that died in the poisonous mist was eroded, and the end was worse than the other two.

The scene of the monks did not scare away many adventurers, more people rushed to the altar, treasures were unearthed, and many people were mad at life. Some people don't believe in evil, or they hold their own hands and rush to go up; some people don't know where to find them, they need to take out the treasures from the stone shovel; some people sacrifice the flying swords and directly attack the sarcophagus to break the poisonous mist attached to them. Prohibited, each show magic.

Murong chased the wind and rushed up. After the roaring bear and the wind were not willing, the altar was chaotic.

Ye Chuan did not rush, as always, calm and calm. Just looking at the green bamboo in the stone sarcophagus, a pair of eyes gradually heated up and muttered to himself, "Smoke bamboo, that is the legendary ancient bamboo..."

Seeing the first sight of the green bamboo in the stone sarcophagus, people were a little dumbfounded, but Ye Chuan was excited and remembered a dusty memory.

Like Tianlongmi, Yanzhu is also a legendary ancient spirit. During the day, the green oil exudes vitality and makes people feel refreshed and do more with less. At night or in dark places, or what special In the case, it will emit poisonous smoke and kill people invisible.

It is said that the jade and the leaves on the bamboo leaves are mixed together, and it is also possible to refine the shisha or the smoky bamboo that makes people drunk. There is an ancient folk song on the mainland of Tianhuo. It does not seek prosperity and wealth, and does not ask for immortality. It only asks for a hookah in the bamboo forest. This shisha, which is said to be the legendary smoky bamboo, has only been passed down to the present, and no one knows the exact meaning.

"This bamboo seedling is mys!" Ye Chuan stood motionless, his eyes were getting brighter and brighter, and he did not care about his injuries.

The general heavenly exercises and treasures, he could not look into the eyes, but this green bamboo in the stone scorpion made him excited. If you take it with the Tianlong rice, there will be two real ancient spirits in this world. There is no benefit at all, but by the time of harvest, the benefits will be unimaginable!

"Master, what are you talking about?"

Zhu Sijia rushed over and quickly wrapped the wound on Ye Chuan to see the **** wounds on his body, his eyes suddenly red. She doesn't want any treasures, she doesn't even want to inherit the world of the world. As long as Ye Chuan is fine, she is satisfied. "Master, go, let them fight, let's go!"

Zhu Sijia, who was not afraid of the weather in the past, was really scared. He was afraid that Murong would turn back and cut Ye Chuan into two pieces. The sharpness of the knives is really rare in the world.

"Let's go now, is it a pity, the inheritance of the world of Dongtian..." The fat man whispered.

Just now, he is more nervous than anyone else, and he can’t wait to go farther from this temple. Now, I saw the green bamboo in the stone sarcophagus but could not move my eyes.

"Going now, it's not a pity, it's a pity. Fat, let's go first, you stay, don't take things back, never go back to the cloud, we wait for you outside the world." Ye Chuan said, mouth corner Slightly upturned, his face looks like a smile.

The fat man on the fat man licked it and reacted. "Go, go right away, Master, immediately leave here, hurry!"

Recalling Murong's pursuit of the wind, the fat man's legs were soft, and the first one walked toward the entrance of the temple. After a few steps, I found that Ye Chuan stood still and didn't keep up, and didn't even leave.

"Jia Jia, you and the fat man first go." Ye Chuan put away a smile, a serious voice.

"Master, what about you?" Zhu Sijia understood what Ye Chuan meant, but couldn't help but ask, begging Ye Chuan to go.

"If you don't grab the things in the stone sarcophagus, I won't go back to the cloud sect. Go, let's go!" Ye Chuan waved the incense burner and the wound was still bleeding. His eyes were staring. The altar at the end of the main hall.

Just now, in the face of the fierce attack of Murong's pursuit of the wind, he did not sneak out of the burning furnace, and did not give up his life. Now, I saw that the treasure in the stone sarcophagus turned out to be a bamboo, and he had to fight it out.

"Well, we are waiting for you outside, Master, you must live out, I am waiting for you!"

Zhu Sijia bites his teeth, and his heart is ten thousand reluctant, but he still turned and plunged to the gate of the temple. Seeing that Ye Chuan has made up his mind, she did not say anything more about making a decision and can only pray for him silently.