Chapter 202： Aggressive Thunder King (1/2)
Under the cultivation of the spiritual soil and the day and night irrigation of the spiritual water, the hawthorn tree species previously obtained from the owner of the altar was finally spawned under the efforts of more than ten days.
Di Lei Zhenjun leaned his hips and looked at the green hawthorn young fruits with a sense of pride in his heart.
Just ten minutes ago, this young fruit was only as big as a soybean, and it is now spawned a little bit quickly under the condition visible to the naked eye.
Soon after, the fruit of this hawthorn tree is fully ripe. But pride and pride, Dilei Zhenjun still has some discouragement. Because the little girl who played with mud said by the boss of the altar did not show up until now!
”Zhenjun, will the girl said by the altar boss really appear?” Song Qingshu, wearing a straight suit, asked behind the young man in a white shirt.
”Who knows ...” The youth pouted, looking a little unhappy.
In fact, most people will not hold much hope at the beginning of this matter. Wang Ling has always felt that this is actually unreliable, but there is always no shortage of ”fools” in this world. The owner of the altar who has kept this seed for so many years is one of them. I believe that the plant that hawthorn is planted, and the girl who will really come is Dilei Zhenjun who is one of them ...
Some people say that the deeper the cultivation, the deeper the cultivation of the city government, so that in the end everyone will become the devil in the eyes of the world. The so-called ”romantic” is missing, but seeing this ”romantic” in Wang Ling is actually a vital part of the Taoist mind.
Therefore, cultivation does not necessarily have to be bitter and hateful, nor is it true that every cultivation person has the ”romantics” like Diorui Zhenjun.
Wang Ling sometimes feels from his heart that it is really good to meet such a friend on his spiritual path.
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In the evening of that day, the night street lights on the street beside Wenxianyuan just turned on.
A figure suddenly came out of a crack in the space under the street lamp. This was a dead end. When the figure came out from here, the passers-by scattered on the side of the road with their heads scattered low were not even aware of the sudden emergence of individuals.
”The space fog of the purple gold gourd matches the current positioning system called GPS. This place is free to come and go.” With the body of Jiang Liuyue, the old devil looked down at the phone and smiled slightly.
Originally, when the space fog of the purple gourd moved, it was necessary to exit from the exit first, and then lock the position with high mana, which was time-consuming and labor-intensive. However, this operation is actually more convenient than before. many!
Old Devil: ”Is positioning right here?”
”Yes, Lord Mozun, the one who took the Seven Star Sword lives here. There is absolutely nothing wrong with it.” The stone ghost wearing the old devil's face made a voice of Jiang Liuyue.
Old Devil: ”That's a villa area? Which villa do you know?”
Jiang Liuyue: ”The spy who hired me reported in return that there was a hawthorn tree in front of the villa, which should still be easily recognizable.”
”Go ahead and look for it, this time we must get the Seven Star Sword!” The old devil nodded, Shen said.
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The two had just moved here, and in the backyard of Wenxianyuan Dileizhenjun Villa, a man wearing a black cape was far across the fence and looked at the hawthorn tree.
This is a master who does not know the realm, his breath is all under the black cape, it seems extremely mysterious.
”Here it is.” The figure under the cape whispered softly to himself, and then the steps trembled slightly, and flew across the fence and came under the hawthorn tree.
Standing in front of the hawthorn tree, the man took a deep breath and sniffed the smell of the hawthorn tree ...
...... There is absolutely nothing wrong! This hawthorn tree was planted from that year!
The tree species is specially treated, and the hawthorn fruit scent has a special smell, which can only be smelled by specially trained people.
The man standing under the hawthorn tree had some emotions in his heart, because no one could smell this special smell.
And as one of the eight children who were called out that year. He was the only one who survived that intense hell-like training and was trained to pinpoint the one with a special smell from the fruit piles of millions of hawthorn fruits.
Five senses, mind, body, martial arts ... In hell-like training mode, he has no elective courses, and everything about the practitioner must be cultivated to perfection.
And all this is to help the owner to bring back the person who planted this special hawthorn tree species!