early morning.

Around Qingfeng Lingdi, inside the dense fog, Fang Yuan stared nervously at the cliff.

There, a sneaky white shadow squatting forward, as if it were a thief, came to the white sand beach beside the cold pool, sticking out his claws and groping at him quickly.

"Hey!"

Above the cliff, a large number of red-eyed white birds spread their wings and leisurely combed the feathers, but did not find any abnormalities on the beach.

Not long after, Bai Ying successfully retreated and returned to the dense fog.

"Haha... flower fox, well done!"

This white shadow is a flower fox.

After all, Fang Yuan was reluctant to reinforce the spirits here, so that the flowers and foxes would be re-applied.

After all, this flower fox is small in size, and the fur is an excellent protective color. Plus the speed is fast, even if it is discovered, it can be ran away. Naturally, it is the best choice for doing this.

With the affair of Fang Yuan, the efficiency is different.

He took off the sac that was hung on the neck of the flower fox, and looked at the full of the fat, his face showed a happy color: "Well, come again, the season of the red jade rice and the spirit tea, there are landings!"

"Giggle!"

Flower foxes are unwilling to lift their small claws and seem to be bargaining.

"Well, one or two spirit teas, I know, you can't miss you!"

Fang Yuan’s face is a bit worried, and I feel that this flower fox is so savvy that I have learned to discuss the conditions with myself, eh! This wind can't go up!

"Go!"

When he blinked, the fox scorpion slammed his tail, and he stepped on the road again.

It can be regardless of the square, as long as the conditions are agreed.

"It’s so spiritual... but it can’t belong to me for the time being, it’s a pity...”

Fang Yuan looked at Qingfeng Mountain, and his eyes flashed a hint of pity.

Of course, he knows that there are still many good things in this spiritual land. Why are these red-eyed white birds, the hegemons of the entire spiritual land, with their existence, and they cannot make any development of the spiritual land.

Therefore, now I can only complete the main goal of entering the mountain, and get enough fertilization to say it.

"Just this is fat..."

Fang Yuan looked at the cliff, and the white spots that landed from time to time, his face became even more frustrated: "Hell... I can't think of it, now I am working with the flower fox, doing the work of the shovel!"

That's right!

After a period of observation, Fang Yuan has discovered that the white sand beach is actually the exclusive discharge of the group of red-eyed white birds on the cliff!

Those spirits that have incredible effects and can promote the growth of spiritual plants are actually struvite!

This is really a discovery that makes Fang Yuan speechless and asks heaven.

Of course, no matter how embarrassing, the promising work of the shovel is still going on.

"However, struvite is originally a natural high-efficiency fertilizer. These struvites are still different from red-eyed white birds and even spiritual birds. It seems to be reasonable."

Fang Yuan used to be used to farming from a small farm. Naturally, there was no other kind of thought. After a little thought diverged, he took stock of this harvest.

Through the perseverance of the flower fox, perhaps with the carelessness of the red-eyed white birds, Fang Yuan can be considered a harvest, and slowly take a basket of 'lings', enough for him to re-open the red jade rice once. , plus picking a spirit tea.

Moreover, he also seized the opportunity to sneak up on a few red-eye white birds that had been placed on the order, and had eaten a few tons of bird meat, and finally reported the enemies that had been chased before.

In fact, the real reason is that Fang Fang is greedy for the effect of bird meat, and he is mad at the foxes and madly hunting red-eyed white birds.

Soon, the flock of birds also learned to be savvy, and rarely stayed outside the cliff. If there were only a few actions together, the Bird King began to patrol the territory frequently, so that Fang Yuan had to stop hunting. Kill the action.

To be honest, when he first saw that it was like Dapeng, the red-winged white bird king with his wings stretched out was quite shocked.

The other party is definitely a spiritual bird, no doubt about this!

Even, even a few white birds at the commanding level, they have reached the level of the beast!

After realizing this, Fang Yuan suddenly died on the plan to master the entire Qingfeng Lingdi in the short term.

"Giggle!"

The flower fox scorpion quickly withdrew and brought a bag of lingering fertilizer. This action was a great success.

This is normal. After all, even if this group of red-eyed white birds are generally intelligent, who will specifically look at their excrement, for fear of others stealing?

"time to go!"

Carrying a basket full of harvest, Fang Yuan walked out of the thick fog, looked back at a mist, and said a famous saying in the dream world: "I will definitely come back!"

At this moment, the body of all the defeated dogs is concentrated, not a single person!

......

"Red-eyed white birds, give me a wait, one day, I will turn this spiritual land into my spiritual field..."

For a person who likes to farm, watching a large piece of good land abandonment is simply the sin of thundering that day.

Even though the harvest is full, his heart’s resentment for the red-eyed white bird is not to mention.

Fang Yuan with full of resentment, and more gains, set foot on the way.

This time, the road was a bit smoother than when I came. When the valley was in the hope, Fang Yuan had already emerged in the mind of the future of Lingcha and Lingmi.

But when he came to Taniguchi, his face changed suddenly: "Someone!"

Near the valley, it was a mess, and it was bloody. It was obviously a sign that someone had been there.

"From the point of view, it is not very long!"

Fang Yuan touched a piece of blood on the blade of grass, and the scorpion was deep, put down the bamboo pole, and strode into the valley.

"Come out!"

The flower fox sniffs the ground and immediately rushes toward the fine house.

Fang Yuan stood in front of the Jingshe, faintly said.

After a while, nothing echoed.

Fang Yuan brows up, waved his hand, and the flower fox suddenly plunged into the fine house and explored the small head, which seemed to be somewhat doubtful.

"Ok?"

Fang Yuanda stepped inside and saw a person lying on the ground, his face pale, his chest with blood, his face is very familiar.

"Zhou Wenwu of Zhou Jia? How could he fall to this point?"

He touched Zhou Wenwu's pulse: "The injury is a serious injury, but although it is coma, it still has to kill life... It’s just this little bastard, so I fled to me so much, how much trouble is it?"

Fang Yuan was very speechless and spit out, and immediately came outside the door.

Just now, the flower fox screamed at him, representing another stranger approaching.

"Who is here?"

When he came outside the house, he immediately saw a middle-aged man dressed in black and full of gloom, about thirty or forty years old.

"Hey? Can you find me?"

The middle-aged is a little bit strange, but the face is arrogant: "I am the elder of Lingzong - Song Zhongzhong, the great disciple Song San, ordered to chase Zhou Jiayu, if you know..."

"Oh! That's in the house, take it away!"

Fang Yuan nodded lightly, and suddenly Song Song sighed, and the threatening words could not be said.

This kind of ‘I haven’t scared you, you’re confessing yourself’. What’s going on?

This person in front of me is totally uncommon!

Song San quite had the feeling of being powerful and nowhere to be seen. He immediately saw Zhou Wenwu as if he had been thrown out of the trash and lost it: "I am a simple doctor and patient family relationship with this person, you take him away!"

For Fang Yuan, who is Zhou Jia?

He saved Zhou’s master, collected his secrets, and sheltered Zhou Wenxin for a period of time.

For his son to fight with other masters, is it his own name?

"Sure enough, Zhou Wenwu!"

Before Song San went forward, he carefully recognized it, and his face showed a satisfactory look. He turned and looked at Fang Yuan: "Are you a doctor here?"

"Slightly understand the medical fur..."

Fang Yuan nodded.

"The poison of Zhou before, is that you cured?"

"poison?!"

Fang Yuan’s pupils shrank slightly.

I know that Zhou is a middle-aged lover, and Zhou is also aware of it, but how can people know this?

Unless it is the hand of his power!

"What poison? I don't know!"

Fang Yuan cautiously showed his attitude.

‘Knowing the time, knowing to advance and retreat! ’

When Song San saw such a Fang Yuan, he could not help but secretly nod. He knew that if he had his own other brothers and sisters to perform, he might raise his hand and put this doctor into a horse, and then he would end up with good things.

There are very few people in this world who know and know.

When I met him who had just been reprimanded by the teacher and was in a bad mood, it was purely unlucky.

Song San was gloomy and his face was smirked: "Under Zhou Wenwu, this kid is dead, no one is looking for it, but he is looking for you. It is obvious that you must be a party with the Zhou family!"

As soon as this sentence was exported, he immediately saw the face of the opposite boy sinking.

"I obviously don't want to cause trouble..."

Fang Yuan sighed with a sigh: "Why are some people so anxious to find death?"

Hey!

As soon as the voice fell, his whole person suddenly turned into a black shadow, swiftly swept forward, and his skin was covered with a fine iron lacquer black, as if wearing a layer of iron.

"Eagle Claw Iron Shirt?!"

Song San has also heard of this famous practice, and he has not only heard of it, but he has even seen Yu Qiu Leng’s shot.

And looking at the other side's skill, up to the level of three or four layers, how could it be his opponent of the fifth level of the warrior?

"The boy is looking for death!"

Song Sanzui’s smirk is widened, his right hand is clenched, and his strength is condensed.

But at this moment, Fang Yuan’s face also showed a smile: "Idiot, you counted!"

In the middle of the air, he moved, the claws were palms, and the center took a circle of black. He took pictures and made a thousand feet, as if the sledgehammer fell.

Black sand palm, the fifth layer of skill!

"you……"

Song San changed his face and was thrown out by a slapper. He vomited blood in the air.

"Oh it's you!"

He was kneeling on the floor, his mouth overflowing with blood, and he didn't know how much regret he had.

Almost in an instant, he had already guessed that the young man who was harmless in front of him was killing Song Yujie’s real murderer, but he was unable to spread the news at this time.