After being away from the Holy Demon Realm for so long, Xiao Tian misses Zhong Yangming's skills very much.
Although after leaving, I didn’t miss this much.
But when I came back, the only difference was this one bite!
"Master Xiao is always so impatient and greedy sometimes." Long Qiudao looked at Xiao Tian's back as he hurriedly left and muttered with a smile.
However, he quite liked Xiao Tian like this.
In Long Qiudao's view, Xiao Tian is just like the original Human Emperor, although he is powerful and has a noble status.
But it hasn’t lost its humanity!
Unlike some strong men who sit coldly on the nine heavens, invisible and intangible.
The people under his command are rarely seen, and even if they are seen, it is no different than looking at a cold statue.
Sometimes Xiao Tian acts very willfully.
But Long Qiudao felt that it was better to be willful, and it was much better than being indifferent and ruthless.
"Let's go, Mr. Xiao has already given you an order, don't think about doing anything." Long Qiudao glanced at the God's New Road beside him and headed towards Qingyan Mountain.
Di Xinlu sighed and followed Long Qiudao obediently.
Just as Long Qiudao said, after being given the slave contract, he could only faithfully implement Xiao Tian's orders and could not resist.
Xiao Tian gave the order, and he had full authority to obey Longqiu Dao's command, so he had to obey.
"Previously, among the Wuling Army, the so-called cannon fodder in your mouth, a group of blood-striped tribesmen were also captured by Mr. Xiao and were working at the Qingyan Mountain Breeding Farm."
"When you get to the place, you have to learn from them first and make a good change. At least you can live a more comfortable life."
Longqiu Road, which leads the way ahead, slowly describes it.
Di Xinlu, who was following behind, was surprised.
Although Wu Lingjun is cannon fodder, they only have strength and status, and their racial status is not high, so they are looked down upon by the ancient gods.
These races from the Wuling Army were actually enslaved to work here?
As far as he knew, no race could serve as cannon fodder like Wu Lingjun.
Only when three points are met can one join the Wuling Army.
First, the fertility of the race is very strong, otherwise the number of people would not be huge enough.
Secondly, the nature of the race must be ferocious enough to dare to fight.
Third, the racial strength must be formed quickly enough. It is best to have a certain combat power by adulthood, and it does not need to be strong enough.
Coupled with the special physical training methods of the martial arts lineage, even though they are used as cannon fodder, they still cannot be underestimated strategically.
It was also at that time that the originally unknown small tribes such as the human race, the demon race, and the demon race began to emerge.
Like the Wulingjun race, they have extremely powerful fertility capabilities.
In the frontal fight, the human race is tenacious, the demon race is ferocious and violent, and the demon race has a fierce fighting spirit.
Starting from competing against the Wuling Army, the three tribes gradually rose up and gradually became a large tribe that should not be underestimated among the many races in the world.
While Di Xinlu was still thinking about it, they had already arrived at Qingyan Mountain.
When we arrived at Qingyan Mountain and looked down, the color of Dixin Road changed, and we stared at the mountains below.
"It turned out to be the corpse of an emperor-level holy dragon. This Qingyan Mountain..." Di Xinlu floated in mid-air and saw the truth of the Qingyan Mountain at a glance.
The emperor-level holy dragon can be said to be the highest-level bloodline in the holy dragon clan, and every existence is extremely precious.
Each generation of Holy Dragon Emperor must be a Holy Dragon of emperor-level bloodline to be able to take on the role.
Before each such holy dragon dies, it will disintegrate itself and its body will not be desecrated and forged into soldiers.
The emperor-level holy dragon corpse is very rare!
But what did you see on Dixin Road?
The corpse of the emperor-level holy dragon turned into a mountain range, and the essence of the emperor-level holy dragon were actually used to grow vegetables and raise pigs?
Indeed, the holy dragon essence that these livestock and vegetables can absorb is very rare.
It's just some breath that escapes from the mountain transformed into a dragon.
But Di Xinlu was puzzled. Xiao Tian left Baoshan alone and raised pigs and vegetables in this place.
At most, they are all kinds of flower gods and trees.
Planting the Goddess of Flowers tree in a place like this does have great benefits, but it can't harm the fundamentals of the corpse.
At best it's just decoration, what's the point?
"Very strange?" Long Qiudao put his hands behind his back, looked at Dixin Road next to him, and chuckled.
"Yes!" Di Xinlu looked down, puzzled, "Just leave it like this, a waste of natural resources!"
"Master Xiao said that this is called resting in peace." Long Qiudao looked at Qingyan Mountain and felt incomprehensible, "This holy dragon died protecting others, and it is best to rest in peace."
"Sir, he is an extremely kind person."
These words made Di Xinlu's mouth twitch slightly, and he couldn't agree with it.
Thinking of being mercilessly humiliated by Xiao Tian and roughly stripping off the divine robe, he couldn't help but feel a burst of sadness.
Can this also be called kindness?
"Let's go, let's go down." Long Qiudao said, falling down.
Dixin Road follows Longqiu Road and falls towards Qingyan Mountain, where a row of wooden houses is located.
There, there was already a row of figures in blue short coats gathered together.
Arriving at this stone brick square in the middle of the wooden houses, Dixin Road already felt that the atmosphere was not quite right.
On the square, two rows of stone chairs faced each other, sitting on each other were two groups of Wuling troops from the Blood Pattern Clan.
"There is something not right about these blood-striped tribesmen of the Wuling Army." Di Xinlu squinted his eyes. He could feel that the blood energy in the bodies of these two groups of blood-striped tribesmen was terrifyingly pure.
Although they have no realm aura, their bodies contain terrifying power.
Especially the blood energy is even more violent compared to the special physical cultivation of the martial arts lineage.
Moreover, their size is much exaggerated compared to the Blood Pattern Tribe in Di Xinlu's impression.
These blood-patterned tribesmen wear blue short coats with words printed on their backs. Take a closer look.
"Reform well and become a new person!"
However, there is one difference.
Among the blood-striped tribesmen on both sides, there is a bald and sturdy being on one side, with a line of words embroidered in the middle of the two lines on his back.
"Qing Yan's Second Brigade!"
Opposite, the young blood-striped tribesman with long blood-colored hair shawl also faced this kind of word.
"Qing Yan's First Brigade!"
Looking at this, Dixinlu felt a little confused.
What's the meaning?
Could it be that Xiao Tian has also incorporated this blood pattern clan? Something is wrong.
Judging from the situation in front of us, the two teams seem to be tit for tat.
Dixin Road also discovered that there was a separate small table next to the two teams.
He walked around and found that there was also a special word on the other person's back.
"Qingyan Glory toy set?" Di Xinlu couldn't help but muttered, and was about to ask Long Qiudao.
Snap!
There was a sound of slapping the table, and the bald-headed Blood-stripe clan shouted loudly, pointing at the young Blood-stripe clan opposite: "The wisdom of war is that you can't afford to play with the front, and you have learned to play with the underbelly. Do you know that you have crossed the line?"
"The Qingyan pigs on the top of Hill A are being taken care of by our second team. Those pig gold should be collected by our second team. Why are you, the first team, intervening?"
"If you hadn't acted according to the rules, our second team would have won this selection."
Zhan Zhizhi sneered and glared at Zhan Wushuang: "Crossing the line? We are forgiving, we are reforming. If your second team hadn't been lazy, would it be our first team's turn to take action?"
"You know clearly that the Qingyan pig's release of wind is a period of high incidence of excretion, but if you don't immediately dispatch people to work at the same time, and even change shifts for meals, are you two teams worthy of it?"
"Laziness is the cause of everything. If you have to understand that everyone is a sinner, you have to work ten thousand times harder."
"As long as you don't die, you have to work hard to die!"
Zhan Wushuang put his hands on the desk: "Don't make excuses. You are just worried that our second team will catch up and steal the spotlight from your first team."
"Stealing the limelight?" Zhan Zhizhi smiled and stood up, "Zhan Wushuang, please show some respect. You have only won twice in the selection. Will the first team be afraid of your second team?"
"You know whether you're afraid or not."
During the quarrel, Di Xinlu was silent for a long time. He looked at Long Qiu and said, "What are their selection criteria? A martial arts competition? Why do they have to do with pigs?"
Long Qiudao explained: “It was originally about raising pigs, growing cattle, sheep, chickens, ducks, fish, and growing vegetables and fruits, as well as manure cleaning, environmental maintenance, etc.”