My Disciples Are All Sand Sculpture Players

　　"Pfft!" The thunder in the distress signal stick just appeared, but before it could fly, it shattered and dissipated.

　　"What the hell? Damn, did Brother Ming give me an inferior distress signal stick?" The beef noodles vomited, really vomited.

　　The distress signal stick is useless, so I can only find a way to go back.

　　Fortunately, as an otaku, Beef Noodles also knows how to identify the direction. Before leaving, he also knows the location of the Lingwu chariot.

　　only……

　　"Fuck, at a distance of more than ten miles, can I walk back alive?" Beef Noodles burst into tears after thinking about it.

　　Nima!

　　The other players are probably all eating and drinking around the bonfire and sharing the results of the victory.

　　Why are you so miserable!

　　Eating the last deep sea king skewer in his hand and drinking the ice-cold river water.

　　The cold wind blows, shivering.

　　"Fuck his brother!" Beef Noodles cried, really cried.

　　[Guess everyone, what is this beef noodle eating...]

Chapter 54 Can you be nervous?Are you in the northern expedition now?

　　"Well, there is a powerful monster in the late stage of the spirit vein realm..."

　　"There are hordes of gregarious monsters living there..."

　　"There is actually a spiritual spring here? There must be a lot of spiritual grass around!"

　　……

　　He Yiming stepped on the flying sword and flew away. While flying, he took out a scroll and briefly recorded the detected situation.

　　"Ow!" From time to time, flying monsters noticed He Yiming and attacked directly from the air.

　　"Sky Thunder Technique!!!" He Yiming raised his hand, and the thunder roared out to kill instantly!

　　This is still the outermost area of ​​Shiwanda Mountain after all. The strongest monsters that He Yiming has seen are only in the late stage of the Spiritual Vein Realm, and they are active alone.

　　He Yiming, who can even kill the deep sea king Ronaldo in the Foundation Establishment Realm, is naturally not afraid of these monsters.

　　In one afternoon, He Yiming had advanced fifty miles, and had drawn all the important locations and the habitats of monsters along the way.

　　Of course, in the air, there may be omissions.

　　But it doesn't matter!

　　He Yiming believes that as far as the player's style of licking the past is concerned, there is absolutely nothing left, and nothing good will be missed.

　　After He Yiming returned, he was soon seen by several players.

　　"Brother Ming is back!"

　　With a shout, more than a dozen players suddenly gathered around.

　　"Brother Ming, we killed a lot of monsters again!"

　　"Brother Ming, we dug a lot of spiritual stones, and the box is almost full!"

　　"Brother Ming, do you want to eat spiced skewers? It's a mix of five kinds of monster meat, and the thief is delicious!"

　　……

　　These players showed off happily, and a few players handed He Yiming skewers.

　　"These players are really playing a lot!" He Yiming took a bite of the five-spice skewer and glanced around.

　　It's only half a day.

　　A huge camp with the Lingwu chariot as the center has been established.

　　To the west is a food street, with five or six shops open at the same time, including hot pot, malatang, and kebabs.

　　At the same time, many new dishes have also been derived.

　　"Brother Tongue, ten black panther meat buns, pack them!"

　　"okay!"

　　"Is this skewer edible?"

　　"Wait a few minutes, the meat is cooked before eating!"

　　"Fuck, I'm going to get a bun, have you finished eating all the meat?"

　　"Quick, put some more meat!"

　　……

　　At least more than [-] players are gathering here to eat and eat.

　　He Yiming even suspects that several players have been eating since going online and haven't touched it until now.

　　He Yiming wanted to ask, what exactly are you here to cultivate?Or something special to eat?

　　To the east are rows of shelves and homemade simple tool benches.

　　Several master craftsmen are skillfully sharpening weapons and assembling armor. After each piece is finished, it is hung on the shelf.

　　From time to time a few players return, say hello, and take away new weapons and armor, while putting down damaged armor and weapons.

　　To the south is a small flat land that is open.

　　"Fuck, Bamen Dunjia is not like this, do it again with me..."

　　"Eight-door Dunjia, open!"

　　"Uh, Luffy, don't you have to put on this pose? I feel so ashamed!"

　　"You know the fart, the posture is not half as powerful, this is common sense!"

　　"what??"

　　"You don't understand Brother Luffy's true meaning. It takes time to reverse the exercises. Just put a pose to attract the enemy's attention to cover it up, seconds! As expected of my brother Luffy!"

　　……

　　Wang Luffi is taking seven or eight players, repeatedly practicing the Eight Gates of Dunjia.

　　In the dormitory of the Lingwu chariot, more than [-] players lay motionless on the beds, sleeping soundly.

　　Of course these players are not sleeping, but offline.

　　After all, apart from Beef Noodles, which can live for more than 16 hours a day, most players can be online for 8 hours a day, which is not bad.

　　"Players... do have the advantages of players!" He Yiming couldn't help sighing when he saw this scene.

　　If it is a monk in this world, no matter how many people, if they enter the northern expedition of the hundred thousand mountains...

　　Faced with life-and-death struggles every day!

　　Every time I return to the camp, I will be missing several companions.

　　Coupled with the pain accumulated in the battle, the mood will be even heavier.

　　When a group of monks are like this, the atmosphere can be imagined.

　　But the players are completely different!

　　burp?

　　Resurrect at any time!

　　Injured?

　　He Yiming saw a player whose head had been hammered flat, and was still bragging with others.

　　Depressed?

　　He Yiming believes that in reality, players are depressed.

　　But after coming to the world where you are, you can farm monsters, eat big meals together, and burp together with other friends!

　　Each of these players showed genuine joy and happiness.

　　He Yiming felt the lively atmosphere and couldn't help but look back at the distant mountains.

　　Well, not dreaming.

　　He was indeed on the outskirts of Shiwanda Mountain, and he could still hear the faint roar of monsters in the distance.

　　Those who dare to be so arrogant and presumptuous on the periphery of Shiwanda Mountain are only players, right?

　　It's not like a northern expedition now.

　　It's like an outing.

　　He Yiming shook his head and stopped thinking about it. He issued a system notification. Soon, all the players gathered.

　　The players who went out to fight also rushed back quickly, and the players who were offline were also notified and went online one after another.

　　"Disciples!"

　　He Yiming first praised the efforts of the players, and then took out a huge map.

　　"This is the map I surveyed today. There are powerful monsters stationed here, and there are hordes of monsters..." He Yiming pointed to the map, and after explaining it, the players understood.

　　At the same time, He Yiming, with a thought, used the power of the system to send the map to each player in the form of screenshots.

　　This way, players can check the map at any time.

　　"With a map, it's much easier!" Xing Chen's eyes lit up, he immediately took out the scroll, and started to study the battle plan with a homemade quill.

　　The sky was getting dark, and night was approaching.

　　He Yiming knew that it would be easy to GG with the players' ability to attack at this time.

　　But time is limited. Although today is the first day of the Northern Expedition, the time at night cannot be wasted!

　　So He Yiming made a decision!