Changyang

There are many people who take the sword skills class as an elective. Although the former will cost half the points compared to the re-recording, the latter is obviously more cost-effective as it can be viewed infinitely.

As long as twenty people are willing to copy the records, Changyang can earn a net profit of [-] points.

However, it's not that easy.

After the first few people spent points to copy, more monks were reluctant to give out a thousand points at a time.

"Fellow Taoist, how about we each contribute [-] points and make a copy?"

"of course can."

The monks around me are all imitating the same thing. There are four people who buy together, six or eight people.

Seeing this, the monk who had previously spent a thousand points to copy it changed hands to copy the Shadow Bead in his hand, and sold it at a cheap price on the spot, just in time to regain his health.

As this process continued, more and more sword skill images were copied, the points became cheaper and cheaper, and no one came to Chang Yang anymore.

In the end, she only sold thirteen copies and still owed more than 8000 points.

"Junior, your plan has failed." Changhua shook his head and sighed, "I thought I had a windfall from heaven."

Chang Yang touched the jade sign and said, "Earning [-] points a day is enough."

"That's true. You worked hard and worked hard before to earn a little." Changhua agreed, "If you work harder, you can always pay off the points."

Although the deacon of the sword hall left, the young monks still stayed in the circular martial arts field. Some gathered around to review their sword skills, and some had already started practicing.

The circular martial arts field is large enough. Apart from the sword-testing platform that rises from the ground, there is still a lot of open space for everyone to have their own.

Changyang found a place not far from the sword testing platform, put his right hand on the sword handle on his left waist, closed his eyes and the figure of the former deacon of the sword hall suddenly appeared in the spiritual platform.

They were not dynamic, but were dismantled by her, turning them into static golden figures one after another, arranged in several rows.

Following Chang Yang's thoughts, the golden figure slowly moved from front to back, overlapping and stacking until they formed a body shape.

Changhua, who was hiding in the Changyang Lingtai, could see this scene clearly.

Changhua has actually been hiding in Changyang Lingtai, so he can use her eyes to sense the outside world.

After Changyang agreed to absorb one-fifth of the spiritual power, her vague figure began to solidify at an extremely slow speed. When Changyang was extremely focused or emotionally agitated, there was no need to touch the green bamboo and jade pen, Changyang Hua can also sense what is in her heart.

Not to mention the large number of disassembled golden figures appearing in Changyang Lingtai at this time.

On Changhua's blurred face, the eyebrows that could be seen were slightly raised: this junior seems to have some talent in the way of swordsmanship.

Once, twice, three times.

The dismantled golden villain appeared three times in total, changing from many to one, from stillness to stillness. Finally, Chang Yang opened his eyes, with concentration in his black pupils.

At the same time, she drew out the sword from her waist.

The Huiliu Sword Skill seems complicated, but in fact it only has two moves, and other techniques are derived from these two moves.

In one move, the sword moves with the wind, erratic and soft, like a weeping willow; in another move, the sword has thousands of shadows, densely gathered together, like a swaying willow.

It requires extremely high wrist strength, and requires extremely accurate control of the sword in order to perform the Huiliu Sword skill exquisitely.

In an empty corner of the circular martial arts field, Chang Yang holds the sword, with a slight movement of his wrist, like a fish swinging in the water, and the sword flashes quickly, but it is swaying softly in the wind in the cold. From a distance, the willow shadows are floating in smoke, and from a close look, the sword is sharp and tough.

Changhua could clearly sense that every move she made was following the swimming figure of the golden figure in the replica spiritual platform, and...

Never miss a move!
"Look at her, look at her!"

Finally, a nearby monk noticed Chang Yang practicing sword practice and was shocked and pulled his companions to watch.

"What are you looking at...Huiliu Sword Skill?!"

How long has it been?
They hadn't even finished memorizing the sword moves shown by the sword hall deacon, why did someone use them?
The other monks were quickly attracted to this commotion.

"It's really Huiliu Sword Skill."

Someone opened the Huiying Bead and compared Changyang's sword-practicing moves.

"There are at least seven images."

Although he is not as skillful and skillful in his moves as the sword hall deacon, he is definitely good in both form and spirit.

"Isn't that right? She has learned so much so quickly? Is she really a lower-level fifth-level monk?"

"How many tricks do you know?"

"No matter what moves, I didn't even see clearly the sword style of the sword hall deacon!"

Changyang retracted the last move, leaning the sword against her back and shoulder. She turned her wrist, which was numb and swollen due to the high frequency of swinging the sword, without leaving any trace. She looked at the monks around her who were looking at her, and said sincerely again: "Come to me for sword practice instruction." , only five hundred points."

Before, everyone looked at her like a profiteer who was taking advantage of others' misfortune, but now they looked at her and saw that she was a radiant person with a majestic figure.

Being able to discuss and give her advice, a mere five hundred points is nothing!
A monk who reacted quickly raised his hand and shouted: "I will pay five hundred!"

"I'll also pay five hundred!"

"If you can give me some advice, I can add another five hundred."

For a moment, everyone gathered around Changyang, wanting to practice sword practice with her.

Chang Yang took out a pen and paper and smiled: "I'll be at the Yuanwu Field when I'm free. You guys need to register first."

The few monks who opened their mouths to register first paid their points and then asked Changyang for advice. The others did not leave and formed a circle, wanting to see her ability again.

Talents in swordsmanship vary from high to low, but a monk who has reached this point in the astral world cannot be considered stupid.

After Changyang demonstrated the sword skills to them in pieces, they more or less gained something.

Changyang himself continued to give pointers and exchanges, and became more familiar with Huiliu Sword Skills.

This sword skill requires extremely high wrist strength. After practicing for a long time, she could clearly feel the discomfort in her wrist bones, so she took advantage of the opportunity of sparring to make adjustments again and again.

……

"How was your sword skills class last time?" Ping Qingyun came back at night and passed by the corridor. When he saw the window was open, he lay down in front of the window and asked Chang Yang who was practicing calligraphy.

Changyang finished writing the last stroke, and when he was using his pen to write another word, he replied: "Very good."

Ping Qingyun held his chin with his hands and leaned half of his body on the window sill: "I don't know what tests will be coming later. I feel like I'm about to advance recently."

Changyang paused with his pen: "..."

Why does he advance so easily?

"Are you taking drugs?" A white eyebrow appeared from nowhere in the room, with a pair of eyes glowing faintly green.

"Where can I get the points to buy elixirs?" Ping Qingyun turned sideways and looked up at the stars in the night sky, "This is just a premonition."

Changyang has seen Ping Qingyun advance, and it always comes suddenly and with a feeling of ease.

However, people are different, she has known since she was a child.

"After the golden elixir comes the Nascent Soul, and there will be thunder disasters when you advance. You should prepare protective weapons in advance." Chang Yang reminded.

"It's still early. Let's wait until I reach the late stage of the Golden Core." Ping Qingyun sighed, "Besides, where can I find a protective magical weapon?"

Extremely poor.

"Let's not talk about it. Will you go to Zhidu Hall tomorrow morning to apply for a handyman job? I heard that you can get five hundred points a day." Ping Qingyun took out his jade sign, opened the Beidou Pavilion Elegant Collection, and pointed at a recruitment notice.

Chang Yang shook his head and refused: "I have arrangements for tomorrow morning."

Ping Qingyun was curious: "Did you take a new job?"

"That's right." The jade medal on Changyang's waist flashed. She picked it up and opened it to look at it. It was the monk who had made an appointment tomorrow morning to confirm the time.

After she finished replying, she exited.

Ping Qingyun's sharp eyes widened when he saw the flashing numbers on the jade plaque, and he looked directly in from the window: "Chang Yang, why did your points turn red?"

Changyang opened his palm and revealed the jade sign: "I paid it off last night." He also made a little profit.

It shows more than 1000 points.

Ping Qingyun was shocked: "How did you pay it back? Did you go to rob?"

Bai Mei also came over and took a look at the jade card. Sure enough, the color of the points had changed from black to red.

"I made some quick money during my last round of swordsmanship lessons." Chang Yang roughly explained.

In the past few days, in addition to general classes, she went to the round martial arts field to receive lessons from other monks and gave them guidance on sword styles. Because there were so many people, there were several sessions even at night.

After hearing this, Ping Qingyun expressed sincere admiration: "Changyang, congratulations on getting rid of debt. How about we drink some spiritual wine to celebrate?"

Changyang: "I don't drink."

Ping Qingyun pretended not to hear, and disappeared into the corridor with Bai Mei, running to the canteen to buy spiritual wine.

These two people couldn't drink much spiritual wine at all, and they started to go crazy in the room after a few drinks.

Changyang remained as still as a mountain, immersed in practicing his calligraphy.

……

On the afternoon of the tenth day of the lunar month, the deacon of the sword hall also flew over with his sword and landed on the sword testing platform.

He glanced at the nearly five hundred monks below and started to test what he had learned in the previous class: "From left to right, every 25 people will come on stage to demonstrate the Huiliu Sword Skill."

They demonstrated it in the previous class, but this time they were asked to reproduce their sword skills, which was really harsh.

Seeing the young monks dawdling in the audience, the deacon of the sword hall shouted coldly: "Come up!"

"As much as you know, you can demonstrate as much as you can."

Everyone had to divide 25 people from the left and jump onto the sword testing platform first.

The sword-testing platform was spacious. 25 people went up and stood in five rows, barely enough space to swing their swords.

Steward of the Kendo: "Start."

The young monk on the sword testing platform had to start swinging his sword to demonstrate the sword skills he had learned in the past few days.

The deacon of the sword hall walked around the rows, holding a sword in his hand, and kept poking the young monk in question with the scabbard: "The wrist swing is too slow."

"The range is too small, who are you tickling?"

"Are you sure this is the Huiliu Sword Skill and not whipping a corpse?"

"What the hell did you practice?"

By the time the 25 young monks barely finished demonstrating the Huiliu Sword Skill, almost everyone's arms were burning with pain.

——Hit with a scabbard.

The deacon of the sword hall stood on the sword testing platform with his hands behind his back: "The next batch comes up."

Nearly five hundred sword cultivators were divided into 25 batches, making a total of twenty batches.

Before the sword hall deacon came, he was ready to beat people until dark.

However, the reality was not as bad as he imagined. Several batches of young monks came up later, and their sword skills were obviously learned, at least in form.

In just five days, it’s actually pretty good to have reached this point.

The sword hall deacon's face was cold, but he was thinking in his heart: The talent of the sword cultivators in the lower five levels of this class seems to be better than their last class.

He didn't notice that the monks' eyes were wandering to the female cultivator at the far right and rear.

In the past few days, when Chang Yang and the monks who paid points were giving advice and discussing, the monks passing by would always hear a few words. The contents made them suddenly enlightened, at least they had some insights.

Everyone thought that if there was a next time... they might as well spend [-] points to practice sword fighting with her.

At this time, there was an endless stream of monks who had this idea in Yuanwu Field.

As time passed and the sky gradually darkened, it was finally the turn of the last group of monks to come up.

Chang Yang followed the crowd up, stood behind the sword testing platform, and began to swing his sword following the order from the deacon of the sword hall.

The deacon of the sword hall started beating the people from the first row as usual.

"The wrist exerts force and the speed is too slow."

"No, you're doing it wrong."

He walked to the third row and was about to turn to the fourth row when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the fifth row.

There were only two people in the fifth row, a male cultivator and a female cultivator.

The deacon of the sword hall took two steps back and walked towards the female cultivator, staring at her wrists, waist and feet.

As she moved her sword style one after another, the deacon's eyes became brighter and brighter.

Chang Yang was performing the penultimate move of Hui Liu Sword Skill when a sword scabbard suddenly slapped her, disrupting her rhythm.

Her eyelashes moved slightly, she took a step back with her right foot, switched to the first form of Huiliu Sword Technique, and faced the scabbard.

The blade of the sword curved like a weeping willow, and a clever force knocked open the scabbard.

"Not bad!" The deacon of the sword hall praised, but he stabbed with another sword.

Chang Yang turned his wrist very quickly, and the shadow of the sword suddenly appeared like smoke, like a willow swinging up, wrapping around his sword and removing its power.

The deacon's eyes lit up: "Okay!"

Several more sword blows followed, not giving her any chance to breathe.Changyang resisted with the Huiliu Sword Skill, but in the end he was not as experienced as his opponent. After going back and forth several times, his arm was completely numb from his wrist to his elbow, and he could hardly hold the sword.

She wanted to hold it with her left hand, but at that moment, the deacon of the sword hall pressed the scabbard against the vital part of her throat.

Changyang's body stiffened and his sword style stopped.

The deacon of the sword hall was not annoyed at all. After sheathing the sword, he praised: "You have mastered at least [-]% of the willow sword skills this time."

In just a few days, after watching the sword skills, she was able to practice to this point. This woman is not low in talent.

"Thank you, deacon." Chang Yang took back his left hand without leaving a trace, and dropped the sword in his right hand.

The deacon of the sword hall asked her: "What is your name?"

"Changyang."

"Okay, Changyang." The deacon of the sword hall was very happy. He faced the young sword cultivators in the circle martial arts field below, "I originally wanted to mention it later, but it's okay to say it now."

"There are also swordsmanship classes on the fifth floor. At the end of the month, the ten best swordsmen among you will be selected to challenge the monks of the Earth Class. If successful, you will be rewarded with spiritual stones."

There are also quotas for other courses, and each class recommends one. The total number of Xuanhuang classes is exactly ten.

"Deacon, how many spiritual stones are there?"

Someone below asked first.

"It's not much. Five thousand high-grade spiritual stones are all funded by the sword hall." The deacon of the sword hall said, "You can keep it for your own use, or you can give it to the Zhidu Hall and let them send it back to the sect."

A large number of disciples shook their heads: "Why are you sending five thousand high-grade spiritual stones back to the sect?"

There were also a few small sect monks who looked at each other. Five thousand high-grade spiritual stones were not a small amount for them.

Changyang also held the shuriken tightly and looked at the sword hall deacon at the front of the sword testing platform: "Deacon, what are the requirements for the challenge?"

"Simple, the Dizi class was taken earlier than you, and is taught by several sword hall deacons. They have an internal ranking list of one hundred people." The sword hall deacon said, "You can challenge everyone above."

There are [-] monks in the fifth class of the prefecture level, and there are [-] sword cultivators, which shows that there are many people entering the swordsmanship.

"If I challenge them and win the last one, can I also get five thousand spiritual stones?" A monk below asked.

The deacon of the sword hall smiled inexplicably: "You can give it a try."

The night was already dark, but the deacon of the sword hall did not leave. Seeing that the performance of the lower fifth-level monks was better than he expected, he taught him new sword skills.

The monks below all took out the Huiying Beads to record, and they were determined not to spend points to buy other people's Huiying Beads to copy.

When Changyang saw this, she didn't take it to heart. She had paid off her points and could start accumulating points again.

The deacon of the sword hall drew his sword under the moonlight, and all the sword cultivators on the fifth floor were holding the reflection beads in one hand and waving them unconsciously with the other.

"Acceptance of the next class, practice hard." The deacon of the sword hall left a message and disappeared from the sword testing platform.

After the deacon of the sword hall stopped, Chang Yang closed his eyes and dismantled the moves in the spiritual platform.

When she opened her eyes again, Chang Yang found several circles of people standing around her, with pairs of eyes staring directly at her.

Chang Yang: "..."

After a period of eerie silence, the group of people suddenly moved, their faces filled with enthusiasm, and everyone held out their jade tokens.

"Fellow Taoist Changyang, five hundred points."

"The five hundred points are yours, fellow Taoist Changyang. Give me some guidance tomorrow."

If you don’t earn these points, you won’t earn them in vain.

When he returned, Chang Yang was rarely in a good mood.

She finally had points.

……

Late at night, Beidou Pavilion was quiet.

Chang Yang stepped past the notice board, looked up at the stars in the sky, and then walked into the lobby. He was about to climb the escalator when he suddenly noticed the pressure coming from behind him.

The pressure from the left and right wouldn't make her kneel down on the spot, but it was enough to drive the Golden Core cultivator away.

Chang Yang didn't hide, she let go of the escalator, slowly turned around and looked back.

On the left stands a female cultivator holding a sword, and on the right stands a male cultivator with his hands hanging in his sleeves.

Coercion emanated from them.

This is asking her to give way.

Chang Yang did not cast his gaze on them, but raised his eyes to look at the noble young man behind them.

He was wearing the same Beidou Pavilion star robe, but he was wearing a red jade hair crown, a black gold finger ring with double dragon pattern beads on his left hand, a jade animal face ring on his right hand, and a gold silk sachet around his waist. Everything was exquisite.

——Minghuai.

Chang Yang looked away coldly, resisted the pressure from the monks on Minghuai's left and right, and climbed up the stairs of the corridor again.

Step by step, until she reached the corner, she suddenly heard a laugh that escaped from her throat, lazily and with a hint of sarcasm.

"Stop it." Minghuai stepped forward, his voice neither high nor low, enough for people at the corner of the corridor to hear clearly, "Don't bully the weak."

"Yes, Mr. Ming."

Changyang lowered his eyes, kept his original pace, walked up to the fourth floor, and returned to his room.

……

Most of April passed, Changyang took three swordsmanship classes, and Ping Qingyun and Baimei also received notification from the deacon that they could challenge the prefecture-level class at the end of the month.

"I'm really not good at divination." Ping Qingyun sighed, "Every time I rely on luck, the deacon hasn't figured it out yet."

Chang Yang looked at Bai Mei, who was munching on bones: "You want to go too?"

Baimei's mouth was full of oil, and she nodded: "Compared with animal control skills."

The deacon of the sword hall has not yet said which ten monks can go, but Chang Yang is sure to be one of them.

"The Dizi class are all monks in the late Jindan period, one level higher than us." Ping Qingyun inquired, "And they have been competing internally. They have more experience than us, and they also have the right to use the Zhenling Spring in Linglin Mountain. It’s difficult to win against them.”

After Ping Qingyun finished speaking, he turned to look at the two people on the left and right, waiting for them to express their stance.

Bai Mei had no worries and focused on chewing the meat on the bones. After hearing his words, he had only one attitude. He raised the bones and threw them to the ground: "Hit!"

As for Chang Yang next to him, his expression remained calm: "You have to fight even if it's difficult."

She wanted the five thousand spirit stones, and she even wanted to rush to the fifth floor.

Ping Qingyun melancholy said: "I forgot that you two are fighting madmen, you are eager to fight like this."

……

Sure enough, in the fourth sword skills class, the deacon of the sword hall selected ten swordsmen from the lower five levels, including Changyang.

No one was surprised by this. Among the other nine sword cultivators, several were regular customers of Changyang and often spent points to consult with her for advice.

This time the sword skills class was over. It was rare that the deacon of the sword hall did not leave immediately. Instead, he stayed and called Chang Yang aside.

"I didn't expect anyone to win the leapfrog challenge at the end of the month. Not only do the upper five floors have better resources than the lower five floors, but they have also experienced two actual battles. It is difficult for you to compare with them." The deacon of the sword hall said, "But... before A few days ago, I went to the upper fifth floor to see you. You have a very strong understanding of sword skills, and you are not inferior to the swordsmen in the Dizi Class."

Chang Yang walked next to the deacon of Jian Tang: "How does it compare to Tianzi Class?"

The deacon of the sword hall was startled and laughed a few times: "You are quite ambitious."

Chang Yang looked calm: "Since we want to go up, we naturally want to go to the top."

"That's right." The deacon of the sword hall sighed regretfully, "I am just a deacon and have no chance to contact the Tianzi class. I don't know the specific situation, but there are some things you should understand."

The deacon of the sword hall put his hand on the head of the sword: "Most of the Tianzi class come from a large number of sects. Whether they are demon cultivators, demon cultivators, or spiritual monks, they are all the most elite disciples of the younger generation. They have a great inheritance and countless resources. If you want to climb up, it will be as difficult as climbing to the sky.”

Chang Yang asked: "No one has ever done it in the Star Realm?"

The deacon of the sword hall thought for a while: "At least not in the last term."

His power is not powerful enough. He is just a deacon of the star realm and cannot touch the core.

"Try it." The deacon of the sword hall smiled, "Maybe you can do it, who knows?"

Compared with the business-like deacon of the sword hall at the beginning, the deacon at this time is more gentle.

Changyang was a little dazed, as if he could see the shadow of Hongying Sanren in him.

"In the next few days, I will teach you ten swordsmen a few more sword skills. How much you can master is entirely up to you." The deacon of the sword hall said again, "You should practice more diligently."

……

In the days that followed, as the deacon of the sword hall said, he secretly taught ten swordsmen new sword skills.

Changyang learned the most sword skills, and the other sword cultivators had no complaints. After all, they had not yet had time to fully digest just a few things taught by the deacon.

On the day of the cross-level competition at the end of the month, the deacon of the sword hall took ten sword cultivators to the upper fifth floor of the west side where the school room was.

"The ranking list of the hundreds of sword cultivators in the Dizi Class, you can choose one." The deacon of the sword hall pointed to the notice board not far away and said, "Write down their names, and someone will come to challenge."

"After writing their names, they have to come to fight?" asked the sword cultivator next to him.

The deacon of the sword hall nodded and took out a red post and a gold-stained ink pen: "Of course, this is the power given to you by the school."

"Deacon." Chang Yang asked, "Can we challenge you once every month?"

The sword hall deacon's eyes flickered, and then he said: "...Yes."

Not all the rules were spelled out after all.

Not only sword cultivators came to challenge across levels, but also other cultivators. Ping Qingyun and Bai Mei were not far away.

Just now, Changyang was distracted by Baimei's wolf howl, and did not notice the pause of the sword hall deacon.

"I choose him." A swordsman took the lead and pointed at the name of the last swordsman in the class on the notice board.

The deacon of Jian Tang looked at the name pointed by Jian Xiu and wrote the name on the red post with a pen.

In the Dizi class, the young sword cultivators were gathering in a corner of the garden, standing around the master of the sword hall in the middle.

"Master, the sword cultivator from the lower fifth level is coming to challenge us?"

"A few? Or all of them?"

"Ten." The steward also held a red sticker in his hand.

"Ten, then there's no need for us all to wait here, right?"

"Who can they challenge? They are all at the middle stage of the Golden Core."

"Liu Wei, you are ranked last and you are in danger."

Just then, a name appeared on the red sticker in the hand of the sword master, and he read it: "Liu Wei accepted the challenge."

Laughter suddenly erupted from the sword cultivators on the fifth floor.

The master of the sword hall glanced around at these relaxed-looking sword cultivators: "There is something I need to tell you in advance. From this month until June, at the end of every month, there will be an opportunity for a cross-level challenge on the lower five floors. Three times in total.”

"If the monks on the upper five levels lose one game, they will automatically fall to the lower five levels at the end of June." The director of the sword hall looked at the young sword cultivators who slowly became quiet and added, "If the monks on the lower five levels win three out of two, they will be able to win. Enter the upper five floors.”

If you lose once on the fifth floor, go to the next five floors.

This sentence undoubtedly made the sword cultivators on the fifth floor alert, especially Liu Wei, who had just been called out and looked nervous.

Although he is in the late stage of Jindan, he has always been at the bottom of swordsmanship. It is difficult to completely guarantee that he will not be picked down by the fifth level.

"Zhang Ge accepts the challenge." The deacon of the sword hall read out the name of a fifth-level sword cultivator.

This person ranks fifth from the bottom.

Then, new names were read out, and without exception, they were all in the top twenty of the countdown.

The young sword cultivators on the fifth floor relaxed for a while and felt bored.

"It seems that these lower-level sword cultivators are not very good, they are all so timid."

"I guess I'm not very strong, so you can rest assured if you want to challenge me."

"Since we want to challenge, we must at least challenge the top [-] in our class. How come they are all cowards?"

"Chief, can't we go up to the fifth floor to elect someone to fight?"

If the top fifty sword cultivators are sent out, no one from the lower five levels will be able to win. In this way, the sword cultivators from the upper five levels will not have the problem of falling.

"No." The head of the sword hall was still waiting for the last name to challenge.

He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows as he watched the gold characters on the red sticker take shape one by one, and finally the name settled.

The sword cultivators around him were keenly aware of the interest on the face of the sword master, and immediately asked loudly: "Master, who will accept the challenge in the end?"

The master of the sword hall looked at a young sword cultivator sitting on the rockery, put up a red post, and revealed the gold letters on it: "Li Zhizheng accepts the challenge."

As soon as this remark came out, there was an uproar all around.

——Li Zhizheng, the top swordsman in the Dizi class.

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Thanks to the little angels who irrigated the nutrient solution: lh0709 248 bottles; Xiaoxuanzi 100 bottles; Achen 53 bottles; Qibao 48 bottles; Xiao Liu seems to be Lao Liu 30 bottles; Lalalu, xiner052008 25 bottles; Meizi Fanjia rice wine 23 bottles; 22 bottles of Miracle Qi Pure; 52936158 bottles of Cat Cake Dumpling, 22308572, 26231295, Brown Sugar Ginger Tea, Treasure Fairy, ivy, 20, Weiming, and Ah Gua; 18 bottles of Shadow Years; 16 bottles of Chestnut; 15 bottles of Sunset Rose; and 14 EVA bottle; there are 12 bottles of fish in the North Ming Dynasty; Yushenglin, Eat Watermelon Tonight, You Are My Youlemei, A Sweet Bean, Coconut Juice is Super Delicious, Xiao Qin, Tiantian, LILi, Ye Xiaoyao, Garbled Code Jun, not just a random person, aime, ddong~~~, iris, canned fish, Jiaojiao, Zaoqi, 34225605, 馦馡, as you wish, Zhang Yixing, Geronimo 10 bottles; I can’t remember the name. 8 bottles; 7 bottles of Fei Baoer and Sugar-Fried Chestnuts; 6 bottles of Yue Shang Wu Fa, Purple, Yun Duan, Dong Dong Da; Muzhu, Gu Xixi, Momoda, Zaizhui Serial I am a Dog! , Little Rabbit Paper, Ytriple, Be happy every day:-), 55777095, 27411666, Sunny Day, betty2341, Nuanyin, zaishuoba, Guapilailai, Xiaoyi, Tudou Xixi, The World of Stars, Please Call Me Guoer 5 Bottles; 41867693, Warm Wind Passing 4 bottles; Lulu, Can’t Be Seese, Fairy Figures, Luxi, Song Qiao Jiaojiao, Taiyang Gaozhao 3 bottles; Shallow diving, blue walls,. . . . . . , magic chirp, orange soda, xmf94, try to go to bed early 2 bottles; Ninijiang, Yangyangyang can’t wake up every day, Ye Yang, 53124422, Er Yuanjuan, Yan Xiaoyan, maybe you like to laugh, Horse Thief and Peach Blossom Land ,drop!Check in, c_y, Shen Lun, 22784236, 45382400, 53553718, ryou, Aries not Aries, Planet Twin Treasure, Yu Chengcheng Chengcheng, Xu Xu’s sunflower, crayfish, miumiu, salt soda bubbles, Lingxiguo, successful, xiaolizaiqiuguo, Amo, JeTiTae, Sanmao Accidentally Fang, Mengduduke, Xiao Zhao, Chang Yunzhou, San Shao Zhou Rengui, wen, 27151511, Wu Bingqiu, Little Wei who wants to read, Nai, too lazy to talk to you On the Long and Short, Junzy, Quiet Little Angel, The Dark Fairy Doesn't Eat Watermelon, Little Lao Lao, Sonlxee, mimimi, Wei Ni, The Fish Who Wants to Fly, Flowers and Trees Ci, Yuxun, Jiuyue Camellia, The Little Cutie Who Wants to Grow Taller, Pseudo , rain, ALLYALLY, happy thick fish roast, manman manure digger, 65140677, are there any updates today, a native dog, little jasmine, 55684401, 1 bottle of flowers;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!