Youth's Cultivation

"Da Da!"

A colorful cloud trotting foal of Hao Shenjun rushed towards Wang Xiaohu with green light and lightning speed.

However, the colorful cloud trotting foal and purple fire Jinlin are not at the same level at all. Even at the same level, the strength is only one-third of that of purple fire Jinlin at most, less than 150000 kg. Wang Xiaohu didn't dodge. When the colorful cloud trotting foal rushed up, he didn't dodge. He jumped up and immediately came to the colorful cloud trotting foal's back. First, a spirit seal was pasted on it, The spirit power on the colorful cloud trotting foal instantly subsided, and half of its power was lost. Wang Xiaohu rode it on his back without any resistance!

"Chi Chi Chi!"

The third-order peak horse king was very unwilling, but he didn't use half his strength. After holding on for a long time, he completely bowed his head and stepped on the cloud horse. He was a docile monster and was easy to tame.

So a few people went out to catch more than 20 three-level colorful cloud trotting colts, together with more than a dozen minors, and put them into the spirit beast ring. These things are absolutely rare, because the colorful cloud trotting Colts are not birds, but they can run on the cloud, which is no less than flying birds. Third level, it is faster, and even no weaker than the golden pill friar! In order to catch these colorful cloud trotting foals, Wang Xiaohu arranged a lock empty array, so there was no fish missing!

Then several people searched in the valley and dug down from the place with the strongest spiritual power. Wang Xiaohu took out dozens of second-order factotum puppets, which were controlled by several people respectively. The speed was naturally quite fast. Before long, a deep hole appeared in the eyes of everyone. The aura was almost atomized!

"Wow, boss, we're rich, we're rich!" The little fat man was very excited. Then he hugged his two little lovers, opened his bow and kissed each one!

"Hey, hey, pay attention to the impact!" Wang Xiaohu said with a smile.

But at the moment, a group of people are all excited to ignore these. They are indeed rich, and they are still rich.

It's really a spirit stone vein, and it's also a top-grade spirit stone vein. There are spirit stones of different colors in the stone wall almost every half a foot.

"Hoo!" Fu QingHan also breathed out a deep breath, which was so shocking. Why don't a person dig three or five thousand Shangling a day here? It's faster. Maybe it can be more than ten thousand!

"Wang Xiaohu found it here. It's also his credit to subdue monsters. Wang Xiaohu accounts for 40%. Don't you mind!" Fu QingHan knows the value of the ore vein, but he doesn't want to cause unnecessary trouble because of the ore vein. He doesn't like trouble, so he will reduce trouble as much as possible.

"I agree!" Lingxiao nodded.

"No problem!" The mortal nodded!

"Yes, yes!" Wei bin Lei Tong also nodded one after another. As for others, Ling Feiyan and Wang Xiaohu are about to become a family. What are they divided into? Do you need to listen to the opinions on the foundation period?

"Since everyone agrees, let's talk about the distribution of others!" This time, Fu QingHan didn't make his own decision.

Several people were silent, not without ideas, but thinking about how to protect their own interests from loss. This is not 353500 spirit stone. Maybe everyone will be a millionaire after going out.

"Well, I'm all at ease. One person takes several puppets. Whoever digs is who. I guess this vein can't be dug in thirty or fifty years. Hurry and get some people to leave. You still want to stay and be the mine owner!" Wang Xiaohu waved, took four puppets, randomly chose a position and went to work. Time is the spirit stone!

"Well, boss, I love you!" The little fat man cheered for wool? Because they are a family of three. That's a good proposal! If divided in proportion, it is estimated that more than half of their foundation construction periods will be worked by others.

Wang Xiaohu said that he suffered the most. He was willing to say what others could say, so dozens of puppets disappeared in a moment. It's not that they don't want to take more than one person, nor that Wang Xiaohu's puppets don't have more, but how much one person can control!

The little fat man took his two little lovers together. Ling Feiyan didn't go with his seventh brother, but ran to Wang Xiaohu, which made Ling Xiao feel that she didn't stay.

Red dust took a look at Wang Xiaohu and chose a relative direction.