Xuanhuan: I'm really not an expert

Chapter 692 Look down on pickers?

In front of the small mountain village.

Everyone is a little dazed.

"This... this gray mist long bridge, will it be destroyed like this?"

Lu Shoushi was in a daze. He looked at the old scalper at the entrance of the village, and his heart was filled with waves!

God, this cow... what realm should it be?
unimaginable!

Absolutely outside the Shinto, and must have an origin not weaker than the gray mist.

"Wang... a cow is so cruel!"

The demon emperor's eyes shone even more, wishing he could run over and lick the old cow's hooves.

This is so fierce, it wants to transform into a cow and go to the village to plow the land.

"...I really didn't expect that the cows in the village are so powerful, careless, careless."

Yun Qianshan felt a little scared. He knew that things in the village were not simple, but he didn't expect that cattle could be so powerful.

Mu Rantian and the others were equally shocked, it was the first time they saw this old cow make a move.

Venerable Hao Ming and the Holy Maiden Yanxuan were even more stunned. This old cow...is actually so terrifying.

Could this cow be the unrivaled expert hidden in the Great Ruins Realm?

No, no, this cow... It seems to be just a farming cow in the village.

Both of them set off monstrous waves in their minds, and felt that this was a bit beyond imagination.

"Who...who is sneak attacking me?!"

At this moment, the delirium patriarch had already stood up.

His body was covered in dirt, he was so powerful and lofty just now, but now he was extremely embarrassed and ashamed.

Behind him, a group of Holy Land elders were also angry.

The delirium patriarch raised his eyes and looked forward, he was really shocked:
"No...this small mountain village..."

He vaguely felt that his own source of gray mist was shrinking and trembling when facing this small mountain village, as if he was afraid of this small mountain village!
how can that be……

The origin of the gray mist is the strongest origin in the world, even a god emperor cannot erase it!
In the legend about the calamity era, it is even more frustrating to hear that gods and Buddhas have to close their eyes.

Now, the gray mist seems to be suppressed by the breath of this small mountain village?
At this moment, he was also a little bit suspicious. Is there something weird about this small mountain village?

"Old Ancestor, go ahead and destroy this small mountain village. In this small mountain village, there must be hidden origins different from the gray mist. If you can get it, the Holy Land will soar into the sky!"

And Minglan shouted loudly, he is eager for revenge!

Hearing this, the delirium patriarch was also a little shaken, this small mountain village might really have some kind of treasure...

"A group of Xiao Xiaoxiao, how dare they play tricks on the village?"

At this time, Yun Qianshan shouted angrily, saying:

"Are you not paying attention to my brother Niu?"

At this moment, he is calm in his heart.

It's completely stable, with the old scalper here, what are you afraid of.

Hearing this, the delirium patriarch became angry and said:

"A cow dares to play tricks!"

He summoned up his courage, walked forward, and said:
"I have the origin of the gray mist in my body, and I am immortal, so why not be afraid!"

But the old scalper was very calm, it suddenly turned around and looked towards the village.

I saw a small road in the village, a few men were walking with big dung.

"Trash pickers, come here for a while."

The old scalper spoke.

Immediately, those men immediately put down their picks and trotted over. The leader was a man in tattered and patched clothes. He said respectfully:
"Master Niu, did you call us?"

This man is obviously Ming Tianbei!
——Recently, Granny Lu’s house in the village was full of dung, so they went to help dig the dung!

No, the excavated manure has to be sent to the field for fermentation in buckets, so that it can be used later and avoid waste.

The old scalper nodded his head, raised his hoof and pointed at the group of gray mist cultivators outside the village, saying:
"Train your hands for you."

Hearing this, Ming Tianbei suddenly understood that the group of people outside the village seemed to have no eyesight, and they came to the small mountain village to find death.

"Brothers, come with me!"

Ming Tianbei opened his mouth immediately, and led the people out of the small mountain village, pointing to the holy land of delirium, everyone said:
"Kill them!"

Seeing this, the delirium patriarch was even more angry, saying:
"A group of beggars picking up rubbish, dare to shout? Court death!"

"kill!"

Immediately, a group of elders from the Delirium Holy Land charged away.

"Look down on the garbage pickers? Brothers, let them see what garbage is!"

Ming Tianbei is also angry!

A group of demon commanders rushed over without fear, and fought fiercely with these elders.

Their realm is not extremely high, and they are generally in the realm of god kings.

However, as soon as the battle was fought, the elders of the Delirium Holy Land were shocked.

"Nimma... what is this big black pot that can't be touched?!"

Shan Ming Moshuai held a big black pot, despite the bombardment of the Venerable Level, he stood still!
"This broken and old whip can actually disperse my gray mist? What kind of treasure is it?"

An elder, facing the whip in the hand of Tieshan Demon Commander, dodged left and right, terrified.

"These nails...can kill!"

Another elder, who was forced to flee by a magic commander who threw iron nails, shouted angrily:
"I see how many nails you have!"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the Demon Commander sneered, and took off a rag bag hanging on his body. When he opened it, it was full of various nails, pieces of iron and the like.

This elder's eyes are straight, Nima... so many terrifying hidden weapons? !
For a while, this group of elders couldn't please them at all!

"This...is this the garbage they picked up?"

Beside, Lu Shoushi and others were all stunned.

They could all see that the iron pan, the whip, the iron nails...anything was horrifying to the extreme.

If it is in their hands, they even feel that they can directly slaughter the ancestor delirium!

These things are actually called garbage in the small mountain village...? ? ?
Their hearts are all complicated, who the hell dare to look down on garbage pickers, this is not a group of beggars, this is a group of cheating fathers! !
……

"Old Ancestor, help!"

Soon, the group of elders in Delirium Holy Land couldn't hold on anymore!
Seeing this, the delirium patriarch became angry, and his berserk breath rushed towards Mingtianbei and others!

Immediately, Ming Tianbei and the others were all repelled by dozens of steps, and they all retreated to the entrance of the village, their faces pale.

Asian emperors...they are hard to deal with!
"A group of beggars picking up rubbish, butchers picking up dung, dare to act fiercely!"

"If you don't kill me, how can I stand in the world because I am delusional to the Holy Land!"

He approached step by step and said, "You all will die!"

With a palm strike, it was like thunder shaking the sky, like waves hitting the river bank, and the gray mist was surging, it was amazing!
Hearing that, among the many magic commanders, a man with a cold temperament suddenly showed a sneer and said:

"Look down on picking up garbage, and look down on picking up big dung?"

He turned around, walked to a bucket of manure suddenly, and then took out a manure fork!
Put a fork into the dung bucket, and the dung fork is stained, and the dung is dripping.

Then, he suddenly raised the dung fork, and threw it viciously at the delirium patriarch!
As soon as the dung fork came out, at this moment, the gray fog billowed outside the village, and it all dispersed. They didn't even dare to touch the dung fork!

The delirium patriarch is full of gray fog, before this dung fork, it seems to have turned into nothingness!

The manure fork dripping with juice came head-on.

"No!"

At this moment, the delirium patriarch suddenly felt a great fear.

It seems that the dung fork is the sickle of death!

There is nowhere to hide, and it is irresistible.

He felt that the origin of the gray mist in his body shrank into a ball, trembling, as if he was very scared.

"don't want……"

He turned around and wanted to run, but the dung fork had already pierced into his chest hard!

The delirium patriarch was stunned, he lowered his head blankly, glanced at the dung fork protruding from his chest, and could vaguely smell the fresh and strong smell from the dung fork...

His eyes were full of humiliation, grief and indignation. He never thought that in this life, he would die under the dung fork...

Then he fell straight down.

Completely dead!
At this moment, many powerhouses in Delirium Holy Land were dead silent, watching this scene with dumbstruck eyes.

Zhe Xingsun, Yaodi, etc. were silent, deeply silent!

……

(End of this chapter)