Cultivation Chat Group - Chapter 395: I have to do the walking tractor contest.
[For the second chapter of the ‘Greater and More Cute Girl’, the addition of the fourth chapter is completed today, and Minger continues. ]
“The battle for the broken Sendai is over. What do we do next?” The predecessors of the Jiuzhou No. 1 group whispered.
At this time, the Chu family grandfather ‘Chu Kangbo’ who came down from the broken Sendai stepped into the crowd. At this time, he naturally wants to make the best of the landlord’s friendship. Please go to the Chu to be a guest, and follow this group of monks. On the point relationship.
At this time, Liu Jianyi looked up and looked at the virtual swordsman who had withdrawn his eyes. He turned his eyes and quickly locked in the two emperors who had helped the Chu Jian to send the punches to the Chu family.
“Well, I really got the two guys down… So, maybe Master is happy, I have more chances to be lazy?” Liu Jianyi secretly said.
Thinking of this, Liu Jianying swears to the predecessors, quietly keeps up with the team of the virtual swords and retreats, and locks the two golden dragons.
In order to be lazy, Liu Jianwei is also quite hard.
Just as Liu Jianwei followed the two golden dragons, there were two figures behind him, quietly, the sacred butterfly and Yukoko.
Although the singer of the sacred butterfly knows that the disciple Liu Jianwei is already in the realm of the five spirits, but when he sneakly traces the other two emperors, he is still somewhat worried. So simply, the Sayādaw followed Yu Jianzi quietly behind Liu Jianxi… When Master was like this, he thought about giving the disciple a chance to try it out, hoping that he could withstand all kinds of tempering; Will the training be too big, and the disciples will not be in danger.
At this time, Chu Kangbo came to the front of the friends, and warmly invited everyone to visit the Chu family.
The friends of Jiuzhou No.1 group looked at the white sages… The white sages also arranged the expression packs of the group friends on the computer, and the friends all secretly sucked their noses.
Well, it seems that the white lord has to wait for a long time, then go to the Chu family to sit down. After waiting for the white sage to organize the expression pack, what is the arrangement for him?
At this time… There is a Chu family disciple flying in the distance.
“Not good, not good! The old family, the family has an accident.” Chu family’s disciple screamed as he ran.
The Chu family frowned. Out of the channel: “Chu Xueluo, don’t panic, what happened to the family?”
The disciple named Chu Xueluo ran to the crowd, and gasped for a big breath: “The old man. Someone sneaked into the secret room of our family, and stolen our “Swordsman” from Chu! And, the other The fog has also been released in important areas of our ethnic group, and many ethnic groups are still unconscious now!”
Chu Xueluo’s voice just fell, originally because of the ‘breaking of the Sendai’ victory in the Chu family camp. The atmosphere suddenly stiffened.
Is the sword stolen? Someone broke into the Chu family?
The Chu family always asked: “What about those thieves now?”
“The thieves were killed by the Chuchu sister and her companions, but there was another one who ran away with “Swordsman.” When Chu Xueluo said halfway, he suddenly saw the ‘Genuine Chuchu’ beside the White Supreme. .
Chu Xue Luo suddenly widened his eyes: “Hey, Chu Chu Shijie, how have you already arrived here?”
“This matter will explain to you later, what is the current situation in the family?” The genuine Chu Chu pressed the hand and made a sound.
Chu Xueluo was confused, but he still explained: “Before I came over, the tribes had already acted to save the people in the fog. They also sent people to guard the entrance of the secret room. Then sent me to report to the old people and everyone.”
After hearing this, the old lady Chu Kangbo said to the old people: “Wen Yan, you take the tribe back and see, I will arrive later.”
The old man nodded and said goodbye to the predecessors of Jiuzhou No.1 group, and quickly returned to the Chu people with most of the ethnic groups.
Chu Kangbo smiled and said to the friend of the Jiuzhou No.1 group: “Comber wanted to invite the friends to the Chu people, so that I could do my best to the landlord. I didn’t expect it… This is a matter.”
Huangshan Zhenjun smiled and said: “Chu Daoyou, unexpected things are unpredictable. You can go to the Chu people first, but we are expected to stay in the vicinity for a while, when you come to the door, Don’t be too disgusted by us.”
“Nature will not, I will let Chu Chu, Yu Ying and several Chu family disciples stay. Let me guide you, wait for me to go back and deal with the Chu people, and ask my friends to give me a landlord’s friendship. Opportunity.” Chu Kangbo holding a fist.
The group of friends in the group laughed and said goodbye to him.
Chu Kang Bo took off the sword and quickly returned to the Chu family…
“Hey, now the Chu family can’t go, let’s do something now?” asked the Beihe scattered person. Can’t a group of people sit here in a daze?
Just when you say it. The White Supreme finally spoke: “I have to do a game!”
“?” The friendly and singularly turned around and looked at the white lord.
“I remember that the Monk World Flying Swords Contest, which was held once in ten years, is about to begin?” The White Supreme slammed the carriage return and introduced the full “Group of Friends of the Group” into the Jiuzhou No.1 Group. Group space. Then, the White Supreme closed the laptop and looked at all the friends.
“Flying Sword Contest? It seems that it is coming soon. Is it that the white predecessors want to host this year’s Feijian Contest?” Huangshan Zhenjun curiously asked.
The white sages put their eyes on the road: “No, there is no competition in the Feijian contest. I want to prepare a new competition!”
If there are glasses at this time, the white sage pushes the glasses, and the lenses reflect the wisdom of the light, which is even better.
Beihe scattered people curiously asked: “A new competition project? Is it also a flying sword?”
“It’s not a flying sword.” The white lord calmly said: “I want to do a walking tractor contest!”
Within the range of 100 meters * 100 meters, the needle can be heard.
“That, white predecessor. I just had a problem with my ear, I didn’t hear it clearly. Is it a big contest?” The mad knife and three waves licked their ears and asked.
“Hand, support, drag, pull, machine, big, match!” Bai Zun, one word and one word, said the predecessor added: “The four wheels, the kind with the car.”
“噗” Chu Chu girl suddenly laughed.
Forgive the Chuchu girl for a low smile. She only wants to think of the predecessors dressed in front of the group, masters, fairies, sorcerers, swordsmen, swordsmen, and a hand-held tractor.
Then, Masters, Daochang, Fairy, various predecessors, each holding a tractor rocker, inserted into the tractor’s head, shaken and shaken…
That picture is so beautiful.
Not to mention, after the tractor started, a string of black smoke rolled. Fairies, masters, and road chiefs sat on the tractor, and as the body trembled, the scene of the game on the road.
No, it’s a pain in the chest. I forgot that I was seriously injured. I smiled and pulled the wound.
It hurts, but I want to laugh, I really want to get hurt.
All the friends are forced.
They kept licking their ears, hoping that they had got it wrong.
All the Taoist friends just imagine that they are driving the tractor on the road, I don’t know how to describe it.
And this is not the point. The point is that the White Sovereign means that the ‘Hand-held Tractor Competition’ and the 10-year Flying Sword Contest will be put together!
The monks who participate in the Feijian Contest and visit the Feijian Contest every year, that is the north and the south, the number is not too much.
Under such circumstances, the friends of the Jiuzhou No. 1 group had a tractor, and the hand-carrying car, the start of the competition area, was too shameful.
At that time, the ‘hand-held tractor contest’ will surely pass through the mouth of the monks in the north and the south, and spread throughout the realm of comprehension.
No, no, no!
It is absolutely necessary to prevent the white lords from running this hand-held tractor competition area!
You must find a perfect excuse to stop the White Savior.
“White predecessors, the speed of walking tractors is very slow, up to a maximum of twenty or thirty yards, how boring. How do we change other modes of transportation? For example, sports cars?” Beihe scattered people are the Saint Seiya of the Jiuzhou No.1 group, the first Find a powerful excuse to launch an offensive against the White Supreme!
“So, what I want to hold is not the ordinary walking tractor contest.” Bai Zun said calmly: “We have to carry out the transformation of the tractor, whether it is magic transformation, rune transformation, array transformation, mechanical transformation… What method? Yes, change it faster and more powerful! As long as it is a walking tractor! So, speed is not a problem!”
Beihe scattered people, -1000, defeated.
The mad knives and the three waves immediately followed, saying: “The white predecessors, the walking tractor can only travel on land. In this case, it is not exciting enough at all. It is not as interesting as the ordinary flying sword contest!”
“I don’t have to worry about this. I have thought about it for a long time.” The white lord reached out and pointed to the distance: “It’s just that the schedule on land is really lacking in stimulation, so we should add the ability to ‘drive on the water’ to the tractor. The time of the game is arranged in the sea area. The land race is only the first half of the race, the middle part will be carried out on the sea, and you can consider a more exciting journey! We are riding the wind on the sea, it must be very interesting!”
Mad knife three waves -1000, defeated.
Then, Baihe Zhenjun got up because of the identity of the ‘courier’. In order to avoid the attention of the friends, the white crane tried to shrink into a group and dilute his sense of existence.
But now, he is coming forward!
“White predecessors!” Bai Hezhen is serious.
The public friends can’t help but look at the white cranes. When the key is true, Baihe Zhenjun can actually stand up? The sun is coming out to the west?
White Zun: “Well?”
“White predecessors! I agree with your plan with two hands, two feet and three pairs of wings. It is really meaningful to hold the tractor contest. I agree, I will be the first to participate!” Baihe Supreme looked serious.
The friends of Jiuzhou No.1 group licked their teeth and did not know that the walking tractor contest allowed accidental accidents. If allowed, many Taoist friends will consider and give Baihe Zhenjun several unforgettable traffic accidents. (To be continued.)
Ps: Four more complete, hand-held tractors blasting, asking for a monthly ticket!