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After the mountain trail twisted and twisted for more than half an hour, there was a dense bamboo forest in front.

Just from the appearance of the light, those bamboo branches and leaves are slender, the color is like purple, although it looks very beautiful, but it is just the wild wild purple bamboo, no one looks like a golden dragon.

The disciples of Qing Lei Daomen went forward, and they turned around and found no half-rooted purple and golden bamboo.

"The doorkeepers have searched all over and found nothing."

The disciples of Qing Lei Daomen saw the situation, and all the questions were full of doubts. The words of the door owner have always been very accurate. It is difficult to fail this time.

"Let it go, let this seat see."

Wong Tai Sin ordered the disciples to step back and saw his eyes. Suddenly, the eyes changed and the eyes disappeared. Only the white eyes were left.

That is the yin and yang of Wong Tai Sin.

Under the influence of the yin and yang eyes, Wong Tai Sin's gaze, one inch sweep, and suddenly, his sight fell on a few bamboo shoots.

After seeing the bamboo shoots, Huang Daxian's eyes showed a ecstasy.

"It's them."

"Door, isn't this the ordinary Zizhu bamboo shoots?"

A disciple of Qing Lei Daomen did not understand.

"Stupid, looking at the bamboo shoots, in fact, it is the purple bamboo, do you not find that there is a lavender fog on these bamboo shoots." In the eyes of Wong Tai Sin, these bamboo shoots are simply golden dragons.

As time went by, the bamboo shoots made a creaking sound, which was growing slowly. It was only the tip of the bamboo shoots that had been smashed out, and more and more soil was drilled.

According to Ye Lingyue, among the bamboos, the fastest growing bamboo is wild bamboo. Even if it is a bamboo, it will take more than a month to grow, but these small bamboo shoots that look like stalactites. Even in a quarter of an hour, it was as long as half a person.

This piece of bamboo forest, more or less, there are more than a dozen Qiankun purple bamboo.

Its thickness is roughly equivalent to the thickness of a child's arm, and it is transparent. It is carved like a good jade carving master. The bamboo body is also dotted with teardrop-shaped golden spots. It looks like a bright, beautiful night. Unbelievable, just like a dozen of the palace ladies who are thin and fat, and the models appear, chaos the eyes and hearts of people.

"That night, what I saw was them!" Ye Lingyue and Xiao Qing also looked at the side, and saw that the bamboo shoots grew into a golden bamboo, and this was a sudden realization.

It's really a dragon's dragon and gold, but it's only bamboo at the specific time of the night, but it's turned into a bamboo shoot in the ground.

It is no wonder that for so many days, a wave of warriors and alchemists, who entered Zizhuling, came from Xixing and lost.

If it is not the yin and yang of Wong Tai Sin, I can detect the purple gas, I am afraid that they will return empty-handed.

"Black sister, Qiankun purple gold bamboo nine dry nine glory, after they mature, the groundbreaking days are only nine times, each time after breaking the ground, it will be drilled into the ground during the day. The whole process, no more than two months, miss this time, Zijinzhu will re-emerge at any time until the next hundred years, and re-earthed." The dragon bag said softly in the ear of Ye Lingyue.

Ye Lingyue intends to refine the Qiankun bag with Qiankun Zijinzhu, naturally can not sit and watch these Qiankun purple bamboo flying.

In her mind, she figured out whether she should immediately rush out and stop Huang Dayian and others from cutting down.

Thin feelings are like guessing Ye Lingyue's concerns.

"Thirteen, you don't have to worry, Qiankun Zijinzhu is not a good cut, the group of people, may not be able to succeed." The thin feeling is really the truth, if the Qiankun purple bamboo is so good, he is a treasure boy, that day feeding mosquitoes Then you can get it.

You don't have to be cheap by the old ghost.

"Is it?" Ye Lingyue wondered.

When speaking, the disciples of Qing Lei Daomen have pulled out the machete and are ready to kneel down to the golden dragon.

The disciples of Qinglei Daomen, most of them are in the upper and lower reaches of Dan, and the choppers in their hands danced, drawing a sharp knife.

When Knife Mang went to those Qiankun purple bamboos, I thought that Zizhu would be broken.

I know, when the knife fell on the seemingly fragile purple bamboo, the bamboo did not move, not even a knife mark, let alone cut off.

Wong Tai Sin face is dull.

"Don't use brute force, try mental strength."

After all, Qing Lei Daomen is a lot of Alchemist. The warriors of these people are only able to keep fit.

Listening to the door owner said that a few high-ranking Liuqi Ding alchemists have come forward.

Whizzing--

In the air, a few waves of undulations were quickly condensed, and the spiritual power condensed together, like a hurricane, and rolled up to the piece of purple bamboo forest.

I know that the spiritual power has just arrived halfway, and the original Qiankun purple bamboo has grown up.

The purple leaves rustle, and the bamboo body is like a string that is pulled up, and it automatically changes shape.

I only heard a few screams, and those spiritual strengths were actually smashed back and forth.

There are a few disciples who are standing close to each other. They are too late to escape. They are more likely to be hit than their mental strength. They suddenly break their blood and are seriously dead. They die on the spot.

I have witnessed such a situation. Earlier, I found the face of Huang Daxian, who was also happy, and my face was black.

Ye Lingyue then understood that the meaning of the words in the early days of the affair, and his daring to have that night, had a similar experience.

Try again and again, fail again and again.

The face of Wong Tai Sin, already black is almost the same as a pot bottom cover.

In this way, when it was dawn, Wong Tai Sin couldn't cut down these Qiankun Zijinzhu, and they didn't have a chance to intervene.

Ye Lingyue thought about it. The dragon bag did not say it earlier. The dragon family has Qiankun purple gold bamboo, and the dragon family is a refiner. For the collection of this heavenly treasure, it is naturally more than most people understand.

The feelings of the dragon also noticed the expression of the dragon bag. The little guy was also very upset when he saw Wong Tai Sin. At this moment, he could see his eyes glow and his face was gloating.

Who can let the old man, with a nasty look, stare at the black sister, it is best to let him be the big pig head.

"Little devil, do you know how to cut those bamboos?" Although he was reluctant, he asked a question.

"Beautiful big brother, I am only seven years old this year." The dragon bag did not answer immediately, and blinked.

The implication is that the seven-year-old child knows everything, you don't understand, you can't lose face.

Thin forehead, blue blast burst.

"Xiaolongbao, if you know, tell us, just be your sister, please." Ye Lingyue is so angry and funny.

This big one is really a big fight.

Dragon bag, , he pouted,

"I told my black sister that you are not allowed to eavesdrop."