Turns Out I'm a Great Cultivator Chapter 747

   "Although your group of carambola trees are all contaminated with unknown gray fog, the texture of the trees is still very good, and they are qualified to be firewood for the masters."

  Jiangliu, as Li Nianfan's royal woodsman, has a deep knowledge of firewood. At a glance, I can see that these carambola trees are suitable for firewood.

   "Firewood?"

"who do you think You Are!"

  The tree of Patriarch Carambola was distorted, and the endless anger turned the carambola from green to red. At the same time, an extremely fierce breath burst out of its body!

  It hates others to look down upon themselves.

  Because it was originally just an ordinary spiritual root, it evolved into the original spiritual root through the unknown gray fog, it is not considered to be a red root, and it is somewhat inferior.

  Now that people are belittled as firewood, how can we not be angry.

  "You will endure the boundless anger of our star peach forest!"

   "Jie Jie Jie"

The river is standing in the center of the peach forest. The surrounding trees cover the sky, and surround him with weird laughter. The terrifying pressure makes the surrounding space separate and separate into a special space. The avenue turns into a strange phenomenon and flashes in the void. Plunder.

  While the river was still calm, he just took off his clothes halfway and tied them to his body, just like an ordinary woodcutter.

  The long sword was raised slightly, his eyes were simple and unpretentious. What he saw in his eyes was no longer a tree monster, no longer a spiritual root, but an ordinary tree.

  Chopping the hatchet method, everything can be chopped, not to mention that the face is originally firewood.

   Feeling the contempt of Jiangliu, Patriarch Carambola's killing intent is even greater, and he can't wait to crush him, and shouted, "Die to me!"

   "Boom!"

  The whole forest shook, endless branches were tumbling, rhizomes rose from the ground, bathed in the avenue, each of them contained the power of opening up the world.

  If you enter a small world, you can easily crush that small world!

  Numerous rhizomes or fusion, turned into giant hands that cover the sky and suppressed the river, or like long snakes, lashing around with the power of terror, leaving cracks in the void.

  This has become a world of plants, and even the earth has been overturned and no longer exists.

  Jiang Liu said condensedly to the sun peach tree behind him: "Drag me up."

   "Good... good."

  The carambola tree shivered under the pressure of terror, weakly speaking.

  The branches trembled, surrounded the river, lifted him over his head a little bit, and came into the void!

   "What a terrible force, plants fight the river."

  Yang Jian and others had already rushed over at this time, seeing the situation in the backyard, their faces suddenly became solemn.

   "These fruits are so powerful, let's join forces to suppress them!"

  The Lord of Angels solemnly spoke, and as soon as he was about to rush out, he was stopped by Taoist Junjun.

  He opened his mouth and said: "This is a fateful duel between Jiangliu and Firewood. We should not interfere. This is the most basic respect for a qualified woodcutter."

  Hearing this, everyone stopped and looked at the court worriedly.

  At this moment, Yang Taolin's attack had come to Jiang Liu's side, and Jiang Liu's eyes gradually became more serious.

  He sank slightly, raised his sword to make a standard posture of chopping wood, and entered a state of selflessness, and said lightly: "Cut the wood seriously!"

   Then, cut out flatly!

  The endless sword storm centered on him, madly overflowing, turning into a boundless storm, sweeping up like a tornado, so that this world is shrouded in boundless sword intent.

  The world is like a sword, killing everything!

   Translucent sword light shines, terrible sword intent shuttles, cutting off all the surrounding branches!

   "Ah ah, die for me!"

  In the endless sword aura, the roar of the carambola patriarch came, and countless rhizomes flew, making this world of time and space constantly annihilated and reorganized.

   "Boom boom boom!"

In the    vision, there were blasting and roaring sounds. Even if it was Yang Jian and others, they could only vaguely see a little image of the fight inside.

  Xiao Chengfeng held the sword hilt in both hands, his eyes were red, and he said with great grief: "Damn it, this kind of famous scene does not belong to me, Xiao Chengfeng."

  Gradually, the vision disappeared.

  The river still stands proudly on the branches of the carambola tree, looking around with the sword, it looks a little weak, but the demeanor is still there.

Under his feet, there are already countless broken branches, and if you look closely, you will find that these broken branches are actually extremely regular, and the place where they are cut is smooth and smooth. This can no longer be said to be branches, but roots. Standard firewood...

  The people of Tiangong immediately admired and exclaimed: "Good fellow, Jiang Liu is indeed a senior woodcutter, this sword technique is indeed accurate!"

Taoist   Junjun directly said: "It's just born into transformation. It's a wonderful duel. Everyone applauds."

   "Pop, papa!"

   There was a burst of applause.

  Jiang Liu smiled and waved to everyone, and said modestly: "You are polite, as an expert woodcutter, this is just a basic operation and should not be embarrassing to an expert."

As far as strength is concerned, his mana is not even as deep as that of the star peach patriarch, not to mention that the opponent has brought a large forest to fight him, but he cultivates the hatchet method, which is suppressed from the innate, against the sun. Tao Lin's restraint effect is obvious.

  During the fight, he even gained a lot of battle insights.

   "Firewood, you actually treat us as firewood, unforgivable!"

Patriarch Suntao's voice was trembling, and his huge body was trembling with extreme anger.

  Most of its branches have been chopped off, it is bald, and it looks a little bleak.

   "Dead, I must make you die!!"

Patriarch Carambola's voice became extremely sharp, and another voice was mixed in it. In its trunk, wisps of gray mist emerged, turning into a gray face, watching with a cold and merciless gaze. The river flow makes people feel chill.

   "Seventh Realm, the good things that have badly done me repeatedly are unforgivable by the heavens!"

  A majestic voice came from that face, unparalleled.

Unknown gray fog circulated on the carambola tree, re-growth its broken branches, and its breath became weird and frightening. The unknown gray mist surged, covering the star peach forest with a gray coat, completely shrouded in uncertainty. .

  "One sword breaks the night!"

Xiao Chengfeng on the side of    had already been unable to restrain himself, he immediately drew his sword when he saw this, condensing a shocking sword, and slashed towards the sun peach tree!

  However, the terrifying sword light fell on the carambola tree, but it was like a mud cow entering the sea, without causing any waves.

  This made Xiao Chengfeng's face a little stiff.

  The unknown gray mist flows like water, accompanied by a sneer, "Under the sky, all your power is in vain! I will turn you all into white-haired monsters!"

  Standing away from the river, there was not much panic, but a light smile: "Hehe, you finally appeared, Landscape Box."

What?

  Landscape box?

  'Heaven' was stunned, and then there was boundless anger.

  What's the matter with this group of people in the seventh realm?

  I just called the carambola firewood, but now I dare to call the dignified 'Tian' as a landscape box!

  Why can you freely define others? It's too disrespectful!

  'Heaven' stared at the river, and said coldly: "The stiff-mouthed guy, let you become a white-haired monster first."

  A branch surrounded the unknown gray mist and slowly entangled towards the river!

Although the   Jiang Liu just made the limelight, it has exhausted its power, and obviously has no power to fight anymore, not to mention the opponent has become a 'heaven'.

Daoist Junjun and others wanted to come to the rescue, but were trapped by the carambola forest. The unknown gray fog was too weird. This was the power above them and made them helpless.

   "The other purpose of our coming here is you, how can there be no back-up?"

  However, Jiang Liu smiled slightly, holding the sword without panic, and after squeezing a magic formula, he gently stroked the void in front of him.

   "Tear!"

  The space is like paper, with a cut.

  In the deep space, I don't know where to go, it is extremely calm, only a little bit of strange aura exudes.

  Next, a picture that shuttled through the space slowly opened like a scroll.

  This is in a forest, with a head of monster beast moving, and a tall man holding a dung fork, working hard in the big pit in the middle.

  He felt something, he raised his eyes and glanced here, his gaze fixed on the unknown gray mist, and he said: "Oh, yes, you found the unknown gray mist so soon."

   "He is your next player? Not very good, not enough!"

  'Heaven' sneered again and again, and did not take Wang Zun to heart, but continued to attack the river.

  And when it came to Jiang Liu, Wang Zun moved.

  He slowly picked up the dung bucket by his feet, and shook it lightly at it.

   "Om!"

  The void is rippling like water waves, and the mysterious breath is overwhelming, attracting the boundless avenues to gather, and the monstrous coercion comes across the endless space!

  'Heaven' attack disintegrated in an instant, and the dung bucket covered the sky, suspended above the void, surging with power.

   "No, what kind of treasure is this? It can actually condense the origin and directly suppress me!"

  'Heaven' let out a panic yell, and the unknown gray fog of the whole forest began to boil, and he wanted to escape directly.

  Wang Zun said lightly: "Give it to me!"

  The dung bucket immediately turned around, with its mouth down, emitting a force of suction, and sucking wisps of unknown gray mist toward it.

   "No, who are you and what is this?!"

  The unidentified gray fog is constantly distorting, it struggles, changes into various appearances, and is pulled by the dung bucket.

  Wang Zun replied: "I'm just a manure picker. This is my manure bucket."

   Picking manure?

  Dung bucket?

  'Tian' almost vomited blood.

  It can be regarded as a discovery. This group of people not only define the enemy in disorder, but also define themselves strangely.

  One called himself a woodman, and the other simply called himself a dung picker.

  Too bad, how does this make others live?

   "You... are not human!"

   "I'm not weird enough, the seventh realm is weird!"

  Unknown Grey Mist made the last scream of unwillingness, and was completely absorbed by the dung bucket.

  Wang Zun raised his hand, and the dung bucket once again crossed the space and returned to Wang Zun's hand.

   simply left a sentence, "Let's put the landscape box here first, and you come back to get it."

  The carambola forest that was originally shrouded in unknown gray fog has regained its brilliance.

  The people in Tiangong looked at all this with eager eyes, and they also felt a sense of loss.

  They were still struggling the moment before, not knowing how to deal with it, and couldn't think of the next moment, the 'Heaven' would be suppressed like this?

  Want to be so awesome.

  Following an expert is too popular, right?

  Whether it is a river stream as a woodcutter, or a king who picks up dung for an expert, this one is more powerful than the other, making them like a foil, without any sense of existence.

  Xiao Chengfeng opened his mouth and said, “It's so enviable to be able to follow an expert. The dung bucket alone is enough to make me jealous. It's so handsome!”

  Humanity: "Hey, we have to work hard, otherwise the gap will only widen."

  Yang Yan said with a firm gaze: "The expert is also very good to us, and he has also passed down the Taoism. The last morning exercise was definitely a supernatural power. I have to practice hard!"

  As for the Lord of Angels and Alena, their faces are full of excitement, and their eyes are shining with excitement.

  Because they also have an identity in Gaoren, they are feather suppliers!

  The Lord of Angels immediately said: "Grow hair, we have to work hard to grow hair! Becoming an excellent feather supplier, you will definitely be favored by the masters!"

  Alena nodded repeatedly, and said: "My father is right. Feathering is also a skill!"

  Jiang Liu is already cleaning the battlefield.

There was a smile on his face, and he opened his mouth to the people in Tiangong: "This wave of gains is too great. This tree has not been eroded by the unknown gray fog. It can be brought back to make new fruits for the masters. Others are unknown. Carambola trees that have been contaminated with gray fog can be used as wood, and the landscape box is also available, which is really good."

  Yang Jian asked, "How do you say? Shall we go back to work with an expert now?"

Taoist Junjun shook his head, "It's not enough. The expert said that there are too few landscape boxes, so we can't just take one back."

  The Lord of Angels intervened: "You said, does the expert mean that we want us to collect all the unknown gray fog?"

Daoist Junjun was taken aback for a moment, and then he said, "It is indeed possible! It is better to grab a lot of things than to grab them all. I didn't think about it before."

  Xiao Chengfeng immediately said: "Friend Tianhua, you can just say that there are still unknown places where there are unidentified gray fog, let's go straight to take it!"

   "Anyone who is contaminated with unknown gray fog will definitely try to absorb the origin of a realm, and ambition will expand, so there are few that can be hidden."

  The Lord of Angels spoke faintly, then paused and said solemnly: “However, there are also some forces that are already very powerful and need to be considered for a long time.”

  Yang Jian said: "Then start from the beginning, and send more people to inquire about it. Anyway, it's all a curse. You can catch as many as you can!"

Taoist    Junjun reminded: "Right, by the way, I will find out about other fruits."

  In the following days, in the fourth and even fifth realms, people from the heaven began to come and go frequently.

  Moreover, every shot will set off a frenzy and cause a sensation.

  Because they stared at the forces contaminated by the unknown gray fog, and then aggressively suppressed it!

  This allows many people to intuitively experience the combat power of the seventh realm, and Tiangong's reputation is very famous.

   Suddenly made the monks contaminated by the unknown gray fog feel panic.

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