v2 Chapter 232： Wood Linguo

Chapter 223 Muling Fruit

"This is the command of the real person, and there must be deep meaning. We should not do more to try to be a younger generation. Just do a good job in the matter." The speaker is a monk who looks at him and looks at him. The location should be the first of the six.

"Yes, brother!" The white-skinned monk quickly shut up and dared not say anything more.

Then the ball of light swayed for a while, no longer paying attention to Lin Xuan, but another picture appeared, and another monk was built and introduced...

Followed by the young woman who claimed to be Zhang Xiaodie, she walked about a hundred feet away. The front suddenly suddenly opened up, and an oval hall was in sight.

Although it is deep in the mountainside, the four walls of the hall are covered with a fist-sized night pearl, which is like a white enamel.

"Predecessors, please!"

The little butterfly next to it, Lin Xuan nodded, and the gods swept slightly in the hall, and the brow suddenly wrinkled.

I saw that there was nothing in the hall, but there were dozens of monks and different suits, but each one was not weak, but it was all monks in the base period.

Those people heard the footsteps and couldn’t help but turn their heads and look over.

The expression is not friendly, and even faintly contains hostility.

Lin Xuan saw this scene, and his heart was awkward, but on the surface, of course, it was silent, but he saw an acquaintance.

Tian Xiaojian!

At this time the boy was very excited and beckoned like him.

Lin Xuan also walked over with a smile. His move attracted a nearby monk, because the people who came here were all silent and cold, and they were two. It seems quite different.

However, after seeing that the two had only been repaired in the early days of the foundation, the others had turned their heads with sarcasm and ignored them.

"Linda, I didn't expect you to come here too." Tian Xiaojian's voice is very affectionate, it is really like a friend who has not seen for many years.

"Everyone, each other, I did not expect the brothers to come here." Lin Xuan also smiled very eagerly.

"Oh, the younger brother just wants to open his eyes. Those trade fairs for the foundation-based monks are not comparable to the outside market. Coincidentally, the younger brother still has some savings to see if he can buy something of interest." Tian Xiaojian I scratched my head and I was awkward.

Lin Xuan’s heart was moving, and the microstrip was amazed: “Is it a monk here to attend a high-level trade fair?”

"Well, it should be. But as far as the younger brother knows, every time a monk is allowed to enter the high-level trade fair, but only three districts."

"Three?" Lin Xuan frowned, so many in front of her eyes.

Looking at his expression in his eyes, Tian Xiaojian smiled slightly: "Of course it is going through some screening. But every time the conditions proposed by the Tianmu School are different, I don't know what new tricks they will have this year."

The two are talking about it, and they are banging. The stone door in front opened and a person came out.

This person is about forty years old, wearing an apricot robes, thick eyebrows and big eyes, extraordinary momentum, and repairing is even more complete in the foundation period.

He glanced at the hall and hugged his fists.

"In the next week, I welcome everyone to come to my Tianmu Mountain. Since everyone has arrived here, it is to participate in the trade fair for the seniors of the Condensian."

"Although the faction also wants to meet the requirements of the same people, the cultivation of the fairyland is a place to speak with strength. If you let all of you join the same class, there are too many people. I am afraid that the people who are coming from afar will be dissatisfied, so follow In the past, you can only choose three lucky fellows."

Zhou Hai said here. After a meal, I looked at the reaction of everyone. As a result, a few monks showed surprise and dissatisfaction. Others all showed their expressions. It seems that most of the people who have come here know the rules of Tianmu Mountain. The few people see other monks silently and are very close. mouth.

"Well, since there are no objections from your friends, I will say the conditions for this screening."

The key moment has arrived, and the expressions of the monks have become dignified and listened. Of course, one or two of them may have something to rely on and show their indifference.

Although Lin Xuan is also staring at the front, the rest of the corner of the eye will take a panoramic view of everyone's reaction.

Zhou Hai’s right hand turned over, and there was a fist-sized fruit in the palm of his hand. The fruit grew a bit like a secular pear. However, the epidermis was cyan, unremarkable, with only a touch of aura.

"This name is called Mulingguo. It is not a treasure of heaven and earth. It just eats a little physical fitness. However, although the wood fruit is ordinary, it is unique to my Tianmu Mountain. The outside world is absolutely not available. ""

When the monks stayed, they didn’t know what Zhou Hai’s sudden use of the wood fruit, but they did not speak, waiting quietly for the other party to say.

"In a while, I will randomly divide the same people into three groups. Each group will be sent to the place where there will be several woody fruit trees. The task of everyone is to try to collect more of this fruit. The time is three hours. The most people can be allowed to enter the fair. Of course, in addition to looking for the wood fruit trees, all of your friends should pay attention to their own fruits and not be taken away by others. Otherwise, they will lose."

Hearing the words of the monks in the back, his face became very ugly, and although the words of the Haitian dialect were euphemistic, it was very obvious.

Don't be taken away by others, in other words, you can grab someone else's things at will.

Isn't this a way to let everyone kill each other?

Is there any mistake, but it is the qualification to participate in the trade fair, and it is not to fight for any magic weapon, but actually make a life beat?

Although the realm of comprehension is bloody, but this reason is too outrageous, is there any conspiracy?