The Talented Divine Farmer

"How is this going?"

"Zhang Binzhi? Is Zhang Bin fade?"

"Zhang Bin has had such a singular change because of the huge merits, and this is a crowned in the world. Zhang Bin is falling."

"Ha ha ha ... Zhang Bin fade, it's great, our master brothers and sourmakes, the world is invincible, you can kill all masters."

"..."

Many monks were shocked, and the monks of Tianwumen were laughing.

Lian Wuxi also smiled, Zhang Bin, you and I have been far away.

He is not worried about gaining huge incompetence, because the cultivation of Tianwu's disciples and the general monk are different.

They refine, as long as the body becomes strong, you can tear the void and fly the fairy world.

They are fighting against the sky, that is, the world is fighting, confrontation.

They are in self-centered, against everything.

Fault does not have much impact on them.

"Master, how are you?"

"Zhang Bin, will you really fall?"

"Son, you must be safe."

"..."

Many Hua Guo, including too late disciples, all people in the Golden City, also have a nervous and fear of Zhangmu.

Because the previous grave is still moving.

However, the grave is now moving.

There is no encouragement of the even bag.

After another ten minutes, there is still no movement of the giant grave.

Say quiet.

A silence.

"The referee can announce the result, because Zhang Bin has fallen."

"The referee, what are you doing there? You can give Zhang Bin to the corpse."

"The referee, announced that Witch and Iron will win."

"..."

The monks of Tianwumen shouted excitedly.

"You fart, the master is certain."

"Master, you will kill it, give him a big lesson."

"Our master is invincible, you can kill."

"..."

Hua Guoguo shouted angrily.

Several referees have begun to negotiate, the last referee drinks: "Zhang Bin is a great monk in the realm of Jin Dan, and the vitality is very strong. It is not so easy to fall, and then wait for half an hour. If it has not been broken, the results will be announced. "

Half hour?

Tianwumen monk did not notice, and his face was laughed.

Because I have been half an hour, Zhang Bin will definitely dead, that is, Wugang will come out and there is no way to resurrect.

This is equivalent to a completely killing a super master.

They are of course very happy.

The Huazao monk is a bit tangled.

I hope that Zhang Bin can break the grave in half an hour, obtain the victory of the game, and seize the champion.

I hope that this time will come immediately, and the Witch and Iron will hold the magical power. Zhang Bin may still be resurrected.

In the empty, the ceiling continues to fight.

The elf continues to sing dance.

Magical to the extreme.

"Bang ..."

The thunderstorm continued to sound in Zhang Bin's mind.

He entered an unparalleled realm.

It seems that Hongmeng is open, and the world is chaotic.

Among the void, all purple mist.

Diffuse the world.

Countless plants will be tender bud from the mud, and the greeddy excitement is swallowed.

There is a sky, and the elf is dense, covering the sky.

"..."

The singular voice sounded, and Zhang Bin's soul was swallowed in the seed.

Combine thoroughly with seeds.

As the seeds are swallowed with the nourishment of the Faux, they are rapidly stronger.

Slowly, finally reached a limit.

"Hey ..."

A loud sound, the body surface of the seed cracked a gap.

A tender bud is also long from that slit.

"Hey ..."

The greater voice sounded, and the seeds broke more. The roots of the snow are coming out.

Xiaoxuan, Zhang Bin finally cultivated!

The roots of the small tree began to devour the nourishment of the Faux essence.

The root is rapidly extended, and crossing in the giant grave.

The yellow spot is rapidly emerging, all of which are absorbed by the root.

The momentum is really too horrible.

It is shocking.

However, that small tender buds did not grow up quickly, developed very slowly.

After ten minutes, it is only two inch.

At the top, two green leaves are developed, such as jade, extraordinary beauty, exudes a mysterious breath and huge pressure.

It seems that Hongmeng is open, and the congenital spirit is now in the world, which is about to suppress one era.

"Fast, there is a change."

There was a monk suddenly sent it.

Everyone's eyes are also immediately projected onto that giant grave.

No longer moving.

Because the giant grave is actually narrowed rapidly.

It seems to be swallowed by any monster.

Even the face of Wushu and Iron has changed, and it shouted at the horror: "Gold, give me back."

He launched the strongest earth-tone, and returned the soil.

This treasure is too precious.

However, there is no ovulation.

The dust is still not coming back, or wraps Zhang Bin.

I can't move anything.

Although Wux II took the earth, but it was only a preliminary dress, and even, he didn't really know the magical ability of the Jingjing, just used to be an attack.

It is simply violent.

"Ha ha ha ... master brother."

"I said, how can this small grave be trapped to my son? Now he is going to break the grave."

"..."

Many monks have a laughter and laughing, showing ecstasy on his face, and it is also a breath.

"Booming ..."

Heaven sounded a horrible thunder.

The yellow cloud is like a ghost, covering the sky, making the world become yellow.

"God, this is the sky. It is a four-level Thunder? How is this possible?"

There is a giant shocked, and the face is revealed.

Even Yunyu and Yunkun are like a fool, and the eye beads are almost dropped.

Because the yellow thunder is a monk cultivation to the flying environment.

And Zhang Bin broke through a bottleneck, cultivated to the Baby Baby in this time, and there should be a red Thunder, and there will be an orange thunder. How can I appear yellow?

This is incredible.

Witch and Ino also scared a big jump, quickly escaped far away, I was afraid of horrible yellow Thunder bombardment on him, then he must die.

"Give me ..."

Suddenly, a shouting of a shock is ringing.

The narrowed graves like a normal grave, it crashed.

Zhang Bin flew out like an Devil, and his hand pushed a singular half-time small sapling.

Explosive green rays.

The root of the snow is entangled in the remaining land.

The dust is quickly subjected to a yellow spot and is thoroughly absorbed by the root.

I have disappeared thoroughly, no longer exist.