After level 15, there are no more chores, and all the tasks you receive are to go down the mountain and eliminate harm. Www!QuanBen-XiaoShuo!Com As for why Tang Hua didn't come out... the reason is very simple. He was grouped and intimidated by a vicious person. However, the Sour Man Group also promised Tang Hua to accompany him to Xianyang first after leaving the mountain.
The second one at level 15 is Angel, and the third one is naturally Yixiao. This guy has already won a lot.
As for the young master... he is born to be lazy and lazy. After he learned that there would no longer be a mission to lock the demon tower, his enthusiasm was severely affected. Finally, with the coercion and inducement of the three people and Nuomi's dedicated help, he finally reached level 15. Of course, everyone did not forget to help Nuomi complete the task of locking the demon tower. Although it was just a monster, after all, it was not a task that one person could complete.
After the young master found out that Tang Hua chose the Immortal Infant and Yixiao and Angel chose the Sword Infant, he accepted the Nascent Infant without ceremony.
Pack your bags... just stuff some free Shushan steamed buns into your Qiankun bag. After packing, Yixiao and Nuomi had a sad farewell ceremony. He said that he was willing to stay and wait for her, but considering that he would probably be beaten up by the three of them. Therefore, under the great disparity in power between the enemy and ourselves, the revolutionary fire must be preserved.
As for how to call this desolate? Because Nuomi... basically said goodbye to him in a perfunctory manner. Although the other three people could see it, only Yixiao thought that Nuomi was still affectionate and righteous to him.
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"Xianyang is in Shaanxi, China. Which province is Shushan in?... Which direction should we go in?" Angel, who had little knowledge of geography, asked first.
"Shaanxi is naturally in the west." Tang Hua affirmed: "Towards the sunset."
"Then Hunan means flying south, and Hubei means flying north?" The young master despised the ignorance of the two people: "Just smile, in which direction?"
"I'll ask." He smiled and ran towards Nuomi, who was not far away.
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Half an hour later, Yi came back with a smile full of joy and said, "Nuomi is so attentive. He helped us draw a map of China."
"..." The three people's faces were dark.
"Do you want a world map?" Yixiao asked cautiously, but if you don't want it, it won't tire out my glutinous rice.
"Brother!" Tang Hua flew to Yixiao with a dark face and whispered: "We know the map of China, and we just want to know the location of the Lower Shu Mountain. Thank you!"
"Love, calm down, calm down." The young master said softly.
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System prompt: The master has issued an emergency mission, and all disciples must return to the mountain immediately. Just when Yixiao asked about the possible location of Shushan, a system text message came.
Bank of China looked at the four lonely Shushan 'masters' below and waved their hands and said: "The Evil Sword Immortal wants to lead a large number of monsters to attack Penglai. We, Shushan, are at a time when the population is booming. How can we just sit back and watch our fellow disciples suffer a catastrophe. Go quickly and kill them. Demon slaying. Points can be exchanged for the Shushan Sword Judgment based on how many demons you kill."
"..." The four of them looked at Bank of China silently.
"We now know the location of Shushan." The angel lamented: "But who can tell me the location of Penglai?"
You can’t blame everyone for this. Which geography school has learned from the Penglai School
Nuomi raised her hand and said: "Penglai should be located in Yantai, Shandong, in the Bohai Sea, but the Penglai mentioned in the myth should be in the depths of the Bohai Sea. The "Abbott", "Yingzhou" and "Penglai" in the Bohai Sea are known as the three immortal islands.
"What a glutinous rice!" He waved his hand with a heroic smile: "Brothers, target Bohai, kill!"
"Love, calm down, calm down!"
So the group gave up their plan to go to Xianyang and turned to the Bohai Sea.
"It's been two days, why haven't we seen the sea yet?" Tang Hua asked a question that everyone had never dared to think about.
"Our average speed is 40 kilometers per hour. Now we have a question. Who knows the straight-line distance from Sichuan to the Bohai Sea?"
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"Fly! There's no rush, it's not Shushan that we're demolishing." The young master snapped his fingers and told everyone to ignore the problem.
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On the fourth day, the four finally arrived at the Bohai Sea. There was no need to ask where Penglai was, because from the air, they could see the fire and demonic aura rising far away in the depths of the Bohai Sea.
At this time, a group of five people came flying from the left. A fat man in the lead danced forward with a flag in his hand. But they saw what the flag was, and a gust of wind floated from the flag. The five people were swayed by the breeze, and their speed was obviously much faster than the Shushan foursome.
"Brother, we are from the Kunlun sect, where are you from?" the fat man shouted.
"Shushan sect." Yixiao replied.
"Thank you for your hard work, walk slowly. Let's take a step ahead. See you in Penglai. Haha!" The fat man rolled up his flag, and the five of them went faster and soon disappeared into the sea.
"Dese is like that!" The four of them collectively despised the Kunlun group.
"Oh, I stole the Buddha!" A Toutuo player stepped on a lotus platform and caught up with the four of them: "Where are you donors coming from, and where are you going?"
"..." Damn it, lotus flowers can fly faster than you. As for the flying sword, the four of them collectively despised the exclusive flying sword in Shushan at their feet.
"Haha! The four donors are destined to meet again, Oh My Stealing Buddha."
Tang Hua burst into tears and said, "Are there five more mothers on the right?"
"I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm almost too embarrassed to live. I can't stand being overtaken like this." Yixiao was very angry.
"Hey! Where are you from?" Yi Niangmo asked as she approached the Guisu foursome.
"Kunlun!" The young master spat out two words solemnly.
"Oh, let's go first, see you in Penglai! Sisters, speed up!"
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After being overtaken several times, the foursome finally arrived at Penglai at sunset the next day. Penglai is a miserable place to look at. Although Penglai has the most disciples, there is not a single player standing in the sky or on the land. According to reliable information, all those at level 15, together with other juniors, huddled together in the Penglai Imperial Sword Hall and the Penglai Main Hall, using the sect's sword formations to defend themselves. Of course, they also relied on the principle of not losing level 10 or 15 to start a fierce bloody battle with the enemy. For a time, hell was full, and the king of hell frowned.
"There's something wrong, brothers." The young master stopped Tang Hua from firing in 8 seconds.
"how?"
"Look, how many people are there in Penglai plus the reinforcements? There are hundreds of thousands of people in Penglai alone, right? Why do we only see players under our feet?"
Just as they were confused, suddenly a white light flew up from outside Penglai Hall, and a flying sword came straight towards the four people.
"Huntian Ling!" Angel shouted and stood in front of the young master. With just one move, Huntian Ling was knocked back to the Qiankun Bag, taking away most of Angel's blood.
"Hoo ho!" Tang Hua yelled, and the four of them hurriedly turned around and ran away.
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"What's going on?" Yixiao said while sitting on the rock, "I guess Penglai is about to be wiped out."
The young master asked: "Why do we save Penglai?"
Tang Hua replied: "It's a mission!"
"What mission?"
"Earn points by killing monsters."
"Then why do we need to save Penglai? Penglai is dead. Can't we just kill the mobs to gain points?"
"Yes!" The three of them suddenly realized that the previously customized strategic thinking of positioning themselves to save Penglai and trying to join the defenders was wrong. The correct strategic thinking is put forward by the young master: a friend who dies will not die a poor Taoist.
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