The Gate Of Good Fortune

“Ho Ho, Ho Ho...” Qi Xinxing finally squeezed out of the many surroundings and waved at Ningcheng.

“Thirteen, he was trapped in there with you for 60,000 years, right?” A Dan Feng-eyed woman followed Qi Xinxing to Ningcheng and asked, although the nun had not extended her field, Ningcheng also felt a strong and pounding aura on her. I'm afraid this Sister Dan Phoenix is not a plastic emperor, maybe a strong one beyond the plastic emperor.

Qi Xinxing patted Ningcheng's shoulder and said to Dan Feng-eye's maid, "Yes, he was just a pacifier. He lived and died with me. ”

After that, he said to Ningcheng, “Hehe, this is my sister Qi Yuling. Every time Tai Su's secret environment opens, my sister will come here to ask for my news. This time, I finally came out. ”

When I heard Qi Xinxing's words, Ningcheng knew that Qi Yuling aligned with Xinxing was very concerned.

“Yu and I met Sister Yuling.” Ningcheng hurriedly bowed down to salute.

Qi Yuling's face showed a sincere smile, “Hehe, thank you for staying with my family for 13 years in the secret realm, and you will also be my brother in the future. ”

“Rain Ring, who is this?” A thick man's voice came.

Ningcheng was very careful at this time, as soon as the talking man came over, he saw. This is a man who doesn't look old and has long hair bundled in the back into a simple monk with purple clothes. The skin on the face is a little rough and the eyebrows are thick. The smell is even stronger than Qi Yu Ling, and I'm afraid the repair is stronger than Qi Yu Ling.

“Brother Heck, he's a hedgehog, Dan Club Level Eight Dante. My brother 13 and I were very good friends. When they entered the secret land together, they escaped again this time.” Qi Yuling saw this purple man come over and immediately showed a joyous expression on his face.

The man in purple smiled at Ningcheng and said, "It turns out that this is Kuo and Dandi, my name is Weihe, and I'm from the Battleside Cliff House in Tai Su domain. Welcome to Battleside Cliff with XIII. ”

Wei Hu was excellent, at least Ningcheng didn't feel a hint of the family's disdain for scattering from his tone. Though Dan would have recognized the identity of Tier 8 Dandy, after all, it is also a discrete cultivation.

At this time, there were no meteorite monks in the secret realm, and they were basically sent out.

Qi Yuling said to Ningcheng, “Thirteen says you want to harvest more than the secret realm...”

Ningcheng nodded, "Yes, I want to see if I can get a place that's too big for me. ”

"I'm afraid it's hard," Wei said, "for thousands of people to get into the secret world and rush into the top ten, it's not easy. ”

He has been to the mystery of Tai Su, and is naturally aware of it. Normally, Tai Su's secret environment has great power of heaven and earth repression against the Brothers. Don't look at Ningcheng and Qi Xinxing trapped in the secret for 60,000 years, he is sure that they did not look for 60,000 years of spirit grass inside. Instead, he struggled to survive in there for only 60,000 years, and as for the harvest of the grass, it might not be as good as some ordinary monks.

“I'm just taking my chances.” Ningcheng laughed.

“Then go ahead and wish me luck.” Qi Yuling smiled.

Ningcheng showed that he walked alone into the middle of the square without a full thirteen stars. After a conversation with Qi Xinxing, Qi Yuling and Weihe, Ningcheng obviously felt that the sensation that had fallen on him had disappeared, and it should be that his peaceful identity was beyond question.

Thousands of monks have stood before the platform for counting the grass. They are simply here to show off the grass they have gained and then to redeem for Kandane, Doughnuts, Sect Mission Points, Divinity, etc., and even some people redeem points for the Ruins of Tai Su. There are not many monks who really want to rush into the top 10 with Ningcheng.

Most monks are well aware that with their abilities, even if the number of grasses they have obtained has rushed into the top ten, they cannot achieve anything in the scale.

Normally, a monk who thinks like Ningcheng will not stand in front of the team, but will stand aside. At this point, the later you show the grass you've earned, the more likely you are to win.

Many of the monks and Ningcheng's ideas are ordinary and do not want to show all the grass they have gained. After all, a fifth of the spiritual grass that is taken out will be taken. The more you show, the more you disappear.

A blushing, mediocre elderly man stood up, and he landed in front of three platforms for counting spiritual grass, hugging his fists and saying, “Thank you all for coming out of Tai Su's secret realm. I believe we all have something to gain.

This time hand over the Divine Grass, as before, after the presentation of the count, hand over one-fifth to the respective representatives of the sect, and we will collect it on our behalf. The rest can be exchanged for what you need at the delegate's gates, as well as at other gates. But remember, you can only swap items with the grass you show. ”

The old man did not have any moral fluctuations. Ningcheng's eyes fell on the old man, but he felt a sense of frightening and warfare. He thinks the old man is stronger than the mountain.

The first to hand over the Divine Grass was a middle-aged nun, who was on the first divine grass counting platform. Ningcheng noticed that as the monk who counted the spirits grass looked at the nun ring, a row of handwriting appeared on the array display behind the platform.

“First place, Wu Xuanjing, the seventh peak of Beidou, won one hundred and sixty shares of Lower Spirit Grass, seventy shares of Intermediate Spirit Grass, and eleven shares of Advanced Spirit Grass. ”

Ningcheng's god fell on Wu Xuanjing's ring. Her ring did not strike any prohibition. Ningcheng could easily see that when the monk who counted the grass, he took a fifth of the grass before returning it to her.

Ningcheng speculated that one fifth of this may not only be for Zongmen, but also that a large proportion should be handed over to the organization's side of the secret. It should be that Wu Xuanjing will exchange the remaining four fifths of the spirit grass for the goods.

With more and more monks counting the grass, the number one monk left on the display has already earned 300 low-level grass, 160 intermediate grass, and 30 high-grade grass.

Ningcheng saw it for half a day, nor did he see a man hand over anything more precious than the grass. For example, Daoguo and such treasures as Ningcheng's divine stone marrow. With so many brothers counting the grass, it should be impossible not to get anything good. Probably even if they got something good, nobody took it out. And the monks responsible for counting the grass acquiesce to this.

Most of the monks who had counted the Divine Grass took the remaining Divine Grass and went to their respective gates to exchange items. There are only very few bulk repairs, and other gates will be chosen to exchange items.

In half a day, few monks stood in the square to take stock of the grass. Some of the top 10 monks are trying to take the top 10 monks, and they are starting to count their own spiritual grass.

Ningcheng saw that huge array of magic displays, and behind the master who harvested the most spiritual grass, there were already eight hundred and seventy low-level spiritual grasses, two hundred intermediate spiritual grasses, seventy high-grade spiritual grasses, plus a golden flame beehive for over a million years.

Ningcheng secretly remembered this monk who owns the Golden Flame Bee Hive, and he intends to trade with this man later. His vague explosion of the Golden Bee grew too slowly, and so far it is nothing more than a second level demonic beast of the stars, poor, low-ranking.

If this hive gives him, with his Dan medicine, he will be able to advance the Golden Blaster to star level seven in a short time.

Ningcheng didn't wait any longer, he took out nine hundred and forty low-level spiritual grass, 300 intermediate spiritual grass, and ninety-three high-grade spiritual grass. As for the divine stone marrow, Dawgo, he didn't even take it out. And he took it out of the High Spirit Grass, and it was all just plain ordinary. He didn't take it out, either, for those of high value, some of them even comparable to doughnuts.

Soon after, the name of Suwa appeared first on the Mysterious Land Grass Harvest Display, and the Brothers with the Golden Flame Bee Hive ranked second. The Golden Flame Hive is precious and too restrictive to use. Besides, Ningcheng took out far more advanced and intermediate spiritual grass than this monk, naturally ranking first without exception.

As soon as it appeared, many people noticed that soon after the 60,000 years of trapping in the secret realm of Tai Su, it was passed on.

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“Tsetsu, Tsetsu, not only didn't die, but also got the first...” a green dress woman softly shouted at the edge of the square.

Standing next to a woman in a green dress is a woman in a pink dress with a beautiful complexion, long hair cape and gourmet face with a willow leaf brow that looks stunning.

Seventy doesn't need this green dress woman to say that this is a pink dress called Tsui Xuan Sister has long seen Ningcheng, but she has been frowning and doesn't know what to do with it.

“Tsai Xuan...” See the nun in the pink skirt did not answer her own words, the green skirt woman again softly reminded. There are things that have to be faced.

The woman in the pink dress came back to God and slowly said, "He's just the first one for now, nothing. ”

A low voice came along, "Though Xuan, Xuan He is temporarily the first, there should be no problem in trying to capture the top ten with the grass of the gods he has acquired in the secret. In all these years, I have never received too many places in the Zen family. Besides, he can bring out so many spiritual grasses, he must have left a lot of them...”

The woman fixing the pink dress was the fiancée Tsen Tse Tse Tse, just like Ningcheng guessed. The Zen family is only interested in the talent of alchemy, which is the promise and marriage. Later, he fell into the mystery, and Zen's family had long left the matter behind.

“Uncle, I know. It's just that if I went to him, what would that haunt look like? He'll definitely be uncomfortable.” Zen Tsaixuan bites his lips and looks at a middle-aged man walking in, saying.

The middle-aged man looked at the location of Ningcheng, and his tone was even lower, "The potential for peace is immense, even though he has been trapped for tens of thousands of years. And he and Xuan Moon Goddess Gate have made good friends with 13 stars, which helps. Guo Hao Gong is one of the twelve good sons, but I'm afraid he won't be able to see our Zen family. He's with you, he's a little sincere, and it's hard to say. ”

“But..." Zhenzhexuan was very hesitant. Guo Hao really grew ugly. If she were to choose, she would still not hesitate to choose Guo Hao.

The dowry of the twelfth son has a face, not to mention that Guo Hao is from Heluo Saint Zong. And that twister, a rigid alchemy machine that can no longer be rigid. I'm really not having any fun with him.

That's it for today, good night, friends! Ask for another monthly ticket and recommendation ticket!

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