Small farmer's portable field

Chapter 1743 Luck Allocation
The lid of the small teacup on the table is white with the word "tea" written on it.

Tian Ermiao went to get the teacup lid, but he didn't pick it up all at once.

"The things on the road to immortality are really extraordinary."

Tian Ermiao exerted enough strength.

The moment the teacup lid was separated from the table, there was a muffled sound from outside.

The door opened.

call……

The igloo was lifted and flew towards the gate.

Tian Ermiao looked in the direction of the gate as if he was in a strong wind.

There is endless turbulence.

The moment the igloo entered, it was crushed.

Along with the crushing, there are also frozen corpses.

This is the power of space turbulence.

Tian Ermiao squinted her eyes.

He remembered the chaotic void that had entered from the Endless Continent.

Then, as now, everything can be crushed.

However, Tian Ermiao returned to the earth safely.

And this time...

The corners of Tian Ermiao's mouth curled up, and he walked step by step, as if the violent suction force didn't affect him at all.

"It was exactly as I expected."

Tian Ermiao said to herself: "At the beginning, I was not torn apart by the turbulent flow in the realm of Jindan, it was the protection of the Holy Light."

Tian Ermiao raised her hand, and a ball of light appeared in the palm of her hand.

He looked at the light carefully, "You have finally appeared, you are lurking in my body, and I couldn't find it."

Light, looks soft.

Looking at it again, it makes people feel like worshiping.

Outsiders may not be able to see it, but Tian Ermiao can see the shadow of Daotian in it.

"Daotian, transformed by the holy light..."

Tian Ermiao whispered, "When I joined the Dao, I thought you were also joined. It turned out that it was not that simple. Next, what form will you appear in?"

Tian Ermiao's hand clenched into a fist, and the light disappeared.

He continued to walk in the strong wind, and he came to the corner of Wutu Mountain.

The mountain here is as smooth as a mirror, and there are many frozen bodies inside.

Tian Ermiao lifted the lid of the teacup and pressed it lightly.

click!
A hole appeared, extending from top to bottom.

click!
A gap appeared from left to right.

The two slits form a cross.

Tian Ermiao took a few steps back, and he watched carefully, as if waiting for something.

……

Xiaoyao Villa.

Yang Xiaoyao looked at the corner of the world, there was nothing strange about the direction he was looking at, but it seemed that he could see something different.

"Too bold, really okay?"

Yang Xiaoyao sighed.

Then, Yang Xiaoyao frowned, and with a flash of his body, he came to the gate.

hum!
Pushed open the heavy courtyard door.

There were two figures standing at the gate of the courtyard, Ji Wushuang and Ling Yufeng.

"What are you here for?"

Yang Xiaoyao said lightly.

"You shouldn't have sent him to Wutu Mountain."

Ji Wushuang looked very angry.

"I'll avenge you, shouldn't you be happy?" Yang Xiaoyao said expressionlessly.

"It's the Zongmen Management Committee that should be happy, not me!"

Ji Wushuang said angrily: "I want to make him look like Ling Yufeng, you ruined my plan!"

"You think too much." Yang Xiaoyao said.

"What do you mean?"

Ji Wushuang stared at Yang Xiaoyao.

Yang Xiaoyao looked at Ling Yufeng, "The main reason why Ling Yufeng can become like this is not because of his puppet memory, but because of his love for you. However, brother Tian has no feelings for you, and you can't do it [-]%."

"There's nothing this host can't do!" Ji Wushuang shouted coquettishly.

"Ha ha."

Yang Xiaoyao laughed mockingly, "I don't know if I should say something or not."

Ji Wushuang figured out that Yang Xiaoyao's words must not be good, but she still said, "Speak out!"

"You, a thousand-year-old monster, lived on pigs." Yang Xiaoyao said.

Hearing this, a murderous intent emerged from Ji Wushuang.

She pointed, and Ling Yufeng slapped her.

Yang Xiaoyao had no intention of resisting or dodging at all.

boom!
Before the palm reached Yang Xiaoyao's body, Ling Yufeng's hand was wrapped in a ball of light.

The light absorbed the strength of the palm, and then disappeared.

"In my Xiaoyao Villa, let alone you, Ji Wushuang, the Zongmen Management Committee can't do anything to me. Forget the disgraceful appearance of the Zongmen Management Committee last time?"

Yang Xiaoyao said proudly.

"I don't believe that you won't come out for the rest of your life. I'll wait for you, a turtle with a shrunken head, to show your head!"

Ji Wushuang turned around and left.

"Actually, you should pray that I don't go out, because when I go out, it will definitely be your death day."

Yang Xiaoyao shouted.

"Humph!"

Yang Xiaoyao responded with a cold snort, but he didn't care.

Yang Xiaoyao looked to the other side.

Not long after, an old man in a long gown walked over step by step.

Before the person arrived, the old man in long gown clasped his fists at Yang Xiaoyao.

Yang Xiaoyao didn't intend to return the gift, he just looked at it lightly.

"The president asked the old man to thank Mr. Yang."

A small bag appeared in the old man's hand, and he threw it away.

Yang Xiaoyao stretched out his hand, caught the bag, opened it, and found that it contained Chengxian tea.

"This thank you ceremony seems a bit light."

Yang Xiaoyao said dissatisfied.

"Master Yang, don't worry."

The old man in long gown laughed.

"Hurry, why not hurry? The road to immortality may appear at any time, I have to practice quickly." Yang Xiaoyao said.

"The day after tomorrow is the day of the sect's appraisal, the president invited Zhuang Zhuang to go." said the old man in the long coat.

"You should have heard just now that Ji Wushuang will kill me when I show my head." Yang Xiaoyao said so.

"Both I and the president trust Master Yang." The old man in long gown laughed.

"It's useless for you to believe."

Yang Xiaoyao pointed behind his back, "I rely on all kinds of weird and unpredictable formations in the manor. When I walked out of here, it was a snail without a shell. Besides, Ji Wushuang is not alone. I don't need to worry about Ling Yufeng's terror." Say it?"

The old man in the long gown didn't follow Yang Xiaoyao's words, he said: "The president sent Tian Ermiao to Wutu Mountain in order to thank Master Yang, and half of Liuhemen's luck belongs to Master Yang."

"Oh?"

Yang Xiaoyao looked at the old man in long gown curiously.

"Before the Zongmen's rating, there was a ceremony. The name of the ceremony was Hongyun Dalu. One of the links was to adjust the luck of some places."

The old man in the long robe said: "The president said that Liuhemen's luck is too prosperous, which is unreasonable, and a large part of it is the luck that Tian Ermiao plundered outside. Here, let's not talk about him. How it was plundered, but to talk about the extremely prosperous luck of Liuhemen."

Yang Xiaoyao raised his hand, "I don't need you to tell me about the luck of Liuhemen."

"It's good that Master Yang knows."

The old man in long gown laughed.

"Half is mine?" Yang Xiaoyao asked with narrowed eyes.

"The last time I came, I told Master Yang that if you send Tian Ermiao to Mount Wutu, the sect management will thank Master Yang, so..."

The old man in the long gown paused for a moment before saying, "It may be more than half, it depends on how Master Yang behaves."

　Happy 1000th, Xiaoyu is going to two places more than [-] kilometers apart to attend the wedding, and it depends on the crowds of people in the two places, it is hard to think about it...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)