Quantitative change triggers qualitative change, and the huge amount of grenade explosions is surprisingly powerful, even the master dares to step into the explosion range to check.

The camels are often the last straw. The relic and the real world are in a mutual balance. The two sides are touching, rubbing, and blending. Liang Hanwen's assist caused some adverse reactions.

Above the cyan millstone, the black hole began to shrink violently, and the scales stood up layer by layer, revealing some kind of non-gold and non-silver black material below.

In the real world, thunder and lightning are thunderous, and countless dense lightnings are filled with lightning, which makes people feel panicked.

There seemed to be a very thin and distant long chant between the heaven and earth, as if it was angry and helpless.

The scales began to peel off layer by layer and turned into ashes. The blue millstone was no exception and kept melting in the lightning.

The blue millstone melts, and the road to the ruins will be closed, and the ruins of Hushan will be abandoned.

"A thorough investigation of Liang Hanwen"

Yan Xuankong's voice echoed in Hushan, and his words were filled with deep reluctance and anger.

"We are waiting for the aristocratic family, three generations of relays, and nearly a hundred years of hard work have been destroyed by one person. I am unwilling to accept it."

He made a low and hoarse voice, and more than a hundred people around him were silent near him. Such things could not be relieved with words of comfort.

Putting a family on the body and destroying the remains is a great revenge for generations. It will retaliate against life and death. If it is placed internationally, it will at least cause a local war.

Now, let’s see which person Liang Hanwen is from.

"The Yan family is not careful and loses everything."

"Who knew that this trigger was among us who helped the boxing."

"The relic was reopened too quickly this time, and even if it was checked, it would not be able to achieve perfection."

"This is the sorrow of us, and it is also the sorrow of Dongyue."

"Liang Hanwen, really ruined this good name."

"What kind of deep hatred does he have with the Yan family? It's worth shattering and pulling the other party into the water."

Through the remaining trace of blood mist, the world in the ruins continued to collapse, the flowers, plants and trees instantly withered, the mountains fell, the lake evaporated, the earth broke, and the end was a doomsday scene.

On the cyan millstone, the scales almost fell off, and the millstone began to shrink violently, reappearing the feeling of disappearing faintly.

A sharp sword light came out from the training camp, drew to the sky, and rushed straight to the cyan millstone hundreds of meters away.

The green grinding disc, which could only melt the majesty of heaven and earth, was cut down a small piece like tofu in front of this blade.

"Since it is not formed, I will take a piece of divine bone, and keep it as a souvenir."

The cut green object instantly turned black, like a black stone. Yan Xinghu took out a piece of silk cloth and wrapped it finely. When the figure of others jumped, a strong wind blew over and disappeared from the spot.

"It's good, it's good, it's good."

Looking at the blue millstone that gradually faded and almost disappeared, Yan Xuankong murmured a few words, called Ruan Fei, gave a few instructions casually, and walked towards the training camp with a tired look on his face.

"The Eighth Flying Team Returns."

"All the soldiers of the 21st Division returned to the team."

"My masters and master practitioners, we have prepared some gifts and will be delivered to your residences soon. Thank you for your help."

"Hushan Training Camp, the military building number will be cancelled from today, and it is planned to be a civilian conventional training base."

...

Ruan Fei sent messages one by one. After the noise, the strange phenomenon slowly disappeared, and Hushan gradually became quiet.

"Boys, let me see what you have gained this time."

At the exchange window, Yan Xuankong came with an appraiser, and the newlyweds who had been waiting for a long time quickly stood up.

"Yes, a pure black ancient sword with a bit of rust. It can have a little research value of 50,000."

"The solid color of gold skull crown, this color is transparent, this craftsmanship is exquisite, very good, the estimated price is one million.5 million."

The appraiser evaluated the newcomers' spoils. His price was fair. Even no matter how picky the person was, he could not say anything. The newcomers who received the amount were very happy to exchange supplies on the other side.

Yan Xuankong's face was cold, and he played with the ancient sword boredly, touched the golden skull crown, and another newcomer contributed a few pieces of jade and a few gold jewelry, which was more than nothing.

Xu Zhi put three items on, and Yan Xuankong's eyes lit up slightly.

"A good material, cast in pure gold, seems to be a cat's eye gem, which is said to be a little spiritual, and is estimated to be 400,000."

"The two bottles of ruins are cold in nature. The market price of ruins is 5 million per piece. These two pieces seem to be the same variety, and can barely be converted into 10 million."

It can be seen that the appraiser seems to be very dissatisfied with this same variety. If you had known this, you would submit one by yourself and one by the king. You will be happy to keep it. Each person is five million, not at all.

"It's not bad, the boy is quite rewarding. This territory has become your ATM."

Yan Xuankong smiled happily, and a trace of gloomy and depressing aura was dissipated.

"A little bit of luck" Xu Zhizhe smiled. He had gains, and he was better than Shang Qianqiu who had zero eggs, so that little girl would not have the chance to make a fortune.

"Congratulations, it seems that you can get the seventh level to practice. Hey, the progress of Qi training is good."

Yan Xuankong looked at Xu Zhi carefully, then pinched his wrist and sensed it. The air floated under his body, obviously he had entered the level of a basic practitioner. It seemed that Changchun Zhenyang Gong had entered the fourth level.

The practice speed is very fast, the internal energy is full, and the Qi-transforming framework is stable. This level of Qi training is not inferior to that of the children of first-class families.

Moreover, a slight counterattack power came from Xu Zhi's muscles and bones. This kid's body was tempered much more solid than ordinary people. If he had a good martial arts skills at the same level, this kid would be against the will of heaven.

Yan Xuankong smiled and looked at Xu Zhi and said, "Are you interested in learning about martial arts skills? Better to teach it step by step?"

"Western skills."

Xu Zhi's thoughts turned. He currently has three martial arts: Qianjun stick technique, Golden Head Technique and Racing Phoenix. If it is enough, it is really difficult. Golden Head Technique focuses on passive defense, while Racing Phoenix is ​​a martial art to assist in combat. Qianjun stick technique is to output martial arts. Now that the stick is gone, if you don't create a new one, this stick can only be used on virtual battlefields.

“Is the whole set?”

Xu Zhi was really scared by Yan Xuankong. You are good at old things, but you can sell them in segments. You can hold on in the early stages. Most people can't bear this in the future.

"All sets, teach them step by step for two hours, and video demonstrations ten times, which is a good product."

"You have whatever you want."

"Anyway, you're awesome, just say you want it or not."

"I think about it."

Xu went down with a look of pain. He wanted to do the seventh level of Qi training technique, but he didn't expect Yan Xuankong to give up another temptation and had to go and see. If he was awesome, he wouldn't be able to suppress the level of Qi training technique a little later.

"This is my baby, woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

The king of kings took out the imprisonment spirit, wiped his tears, and handed it to the appraiser.

"The jewelry made of gold and silver seems to be mixed with mercury, with dark style and average craftsmanship. This jewelry, alas, why do I think of my dead old woman? Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo w

The old appraiser took off his glasses and didn't even report the price. Don't wipe away your tears.

"Old Tang, you are a person of your age, just sentimentality. You can remember the one you have when you look at a jewelry."

After Yan Xuankong teased Xu Zhi, he was much more refreshed and patted the appraiser Lao Tang on the shoulder. Since Lao Tang was sad, the process still had to be completed. He would do the last item quotation.

"This little thing is pretty good. You can put it on as a craft. Since it is from this land, the price is 200,000 yuan. Oh, it's so bad. A good world is gone, hum, huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh

Yan Xuankong scattered a lot of tears.
Chapter completed!