On the battlefield, the sound is the old dragon king mighty, the old dragon King open and bright such words.
If the light judged from the sound, it was undoubtedly a great victory for the Shui nationality, but in fact, the people who shouted were all Shen Jianfeng's disciples, and the dead were all the Shui nationality.
"Ok, please don't say any more thanks. Just keep it in mind. The old Dragon King will understand."
Xu Jie and other personal disciples opened their mouth, urging the disciples to solve the battle as soon as possible.
And all the Shui people are opening their mouths to scold.
"I understand."
"The Lord Dragon King will not leave you alone."
"I Shui Clan will never stop here."
In this regard, Shen Jianfeng disciples happy back.
"The old Dragon King will not leave us alone? All right, all right, then."
"Just don't stop."
"Come on, shrimp, turn over, I'll find a position, give you quick."
"I love the enthusiasm of your aquarium people."
When he heard the angry scolding of the Shui tribe, the disciple of Shen Jianfeng became more and more happy. It was right to come. What he was afraid of was that you would not come.
A battle, not to say a great war, was soon over, and many ingredients were transported back to the camp one after another.
In the kitchen, all the disciples came back in high spirits and could not help but say a few words when they saw Ye Changqing.
"Brother Changqing, this old dragon King is good, and he gave us 10,000 more ingredients."
"Yes, yes, I may have had some misunderstandings about this old Dragon King."
"Yes, they all say that the old dragon King is wicked, isn't it very good, and you know to send us some more ingredients."
Listening to the words of the people, Ye Changqing, who was lying on the recliner, nodded with a dry smile.
Are you sure the old Dragon King will accept such praise?
If it knew this, I am afraid it would like to kill the Qinghai camp in person.
The ingredients were replenished, and everyone was in a good mood.
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After clearing up the battlefield, it was naturally another seafood meal that night, white fried shrimp.
The production is also not troublesome, and the taste is also eaten. Many students have runny noses, mainly these guys are still stained with mustard ah.
Eat a handful of tears a snot, but also desperately wrapped up, see Ye Changqing are terrified.
"Brother, eat a lot of it, your eyes............"
"Ah, ho-ha, don't worry, brother, brother just like this feeling, overbearing ah."
I bully your sister ah, your tears never stopped, and your voice is hoarse ah.
B: For some reason, these guys love mustard so much, it's almost a meal.
Even though Ye Changqing makes the mustard himself, using wasabi.
The taste is really good, but I tried a little of it myself before. It's really strong.
A little bit of evergreen leaves feel a little too much, but these guys, where there is white fried shrimp with mustard, is a shrimp in the mustard ah.
Can you really put up with this?
I could not persuade them. Sure enough, after eating, the disciples continued to chat and fart, but their voices were hoarse.
"Brother, you ￥...... %￥%...... ￥..."
Chattering for a long time, the opposite person could not hear clearly.
'What did you say?
"@#￥#￥%... ￥... %"
'What?
"￥%￥%￥... ￥￥"
"You left your voice in the fucking door?"
"I say, this fried shrimp is delicious."
Looking at their way of communication, Ye Changqing is completely speechless, you are eating white fried shrimp? The staple food seems to be wasabi.
"I think we'll have to change the food tomorrow."
Can not eat like this again, don't then the whole God Jianfeng up and down become mute, that is still OK.
The disciples took a rest for a while and then, after they had packed up, they left the kitchen one after another and went to their respective cultivation.
For cultivation, every disciple of Shen Jianfeng never relaxes.
Even those who were seriously injured in bed and could not practice the Dharma, they would practice the Dharma lying on the bed.
We must not be separated, otherwise it will be difficult to eat again in the future.
Everything was normal in the offshore camp, but in Blacksmith Valley, after a day and night's trek without any rest, Chen Mu and Xiao Bai finally arrived.
As the largest chain gate in Dongzhou, although the strength of Ironsmith Valley is not as good as Tao Yi Zong, it is still in a lofty position.
After all, such special monks as alchemists, alchemists, Fu Zhuan teachers, and battle masters, put aside their own fighting power, but their connections are absolutely exaggerated.
When cultivating, you always can't get around these things, ah, there are always times when you can ask others.
At the gate of the mountain, Chen Mu was stopped by two disciples of Blacksmith Valley.
He took the initiative to arch his hand and showed his intention to come.
"You two friends, Chen Mu, a disciple of the inner gate of Shenjianfeng in the next school, has come here to ask for divine soldiers."
Hearing that it was a disciple of Tao, these two blacksmith Valley disciples also became friendly.
"It was Brother Chen of Daoyizong."
There were many blacksmith valleys for people like Mr. Chen who came to seek divine soldiers, so after a simple registration, one of the deacons personally took Mr. Chen into the blacksmith Valley.
Xiao Bai was assigned to a special area for raising spirit animals, while Chen followed the deacon to a large hall.
This was the special place of Blacksmith Valley for visitors.
A private room, asked the deacon.
"I wonder what grade of weapon my little friend is going to ask for? Or who do you want to build it?"
In Blacksmith's Vale, there are usually two ways to find a good soldier.
One is readily available, this one simply states the type, level, or any other special requirements you want, if any, you can buy it directly.
The second is to carry their own materials, designated a chain master to create, a little similar to the feeling of customization.
This is more troublesome, the first is the choice of the mixer, different grades of the mixer, the price is naturally different, but also to see whether people answer.
"I wonder if your Great Master is available?"
Chen Mu before coming to think well, it is best to let the master personally, although the price is high, but the quality is good.
The grade of the master of the mixer is the same as that of the master of Fu Zhuan, the master of the battle and the master of Alchemy.
From one to nine grades, nine grades are the highest, and there are only two of them in the blacksmith Valley, one master and one great elder.
If you want to find, you must be looking for the best. As for money, how much less would they be if the whole Shen Jianfeng disciples combined?
If Master Brother Changqing wants to change his sword, he must change it for the best.
But unfortunately, hearing this, the deacon shook his head.
"The Patriarch is away on business, and he is not in the monastery at present."
"And the Great Elder?"
The Great Elder will do without the patriarch.
"The elder is in the family, but we still need to ask about the details, after all, the little friend also knows the rules."
"Understood, then bother the deacon on behalf of the report, I hope the elder can hand, this knife is of great significance to our God Jianfeng, this kindness my God Jianfeng will be remembered in the heart."
Seeing Chen Mu said so solemnly, the deacon did not dare to neglect, after all, people have said that it is of great significance, or to the whole God Jianfeng.
Nodding his head in response, the deacon then got up and left to report the matter to the elder himself.