Sincerely invite young heroes to break their sleeves

"Don't do it, don't do it. Cultivating land is really not a job for humans." Wuhua Dawang, who was originally excited and led a group of younger brothers to reclaim the land, ran over panting, wiping sweat while running, fat and fat His face was flushed, and he looked exhausted.

"Tsk, pork belly, you are too weak." Yang Yueming stretched out a finger and poked the belly of the pork belly, "When will the meat on your stomach lose weight?"

Yang Yueming was extremely good-looking. When the King of Five Flowers came so close to poke his stomach, his face suddenly became hot, and he quickly avoided: "Alas, this meat is made from real ingredients, so I can't bear to lose it!"

Yang Yueming let out a "tsk", then leaned closer and said seriously: "Pork belly, you have to learn to let go, there are some things in life that should not be missed."

After speaking, he pinched his belly again: "For example, a big belly."

Wuhua Dawang's face became even hotter. Fortunately, his face was flushed red, and no one could see the change.

On the other hand, Ren Xiaodao was slightly upset, pulled Yang Yueming back, grabbed his hand and touched his stomach: "Boss, I also feel that I am a little fat recently, feel it to see if I have gained weight! "

Yang Yueming was obviously more interested in the five-flower king's layers of flesh, reluctantly touched Ren Xiaodao, jumped up and chased Ren Xiaodao in an instant, "It's shameful to show off your abs!"

Compared with the smooth development of other tasks, the progress of land reclamation is indeed relatively slow. The bandits have no experience in farming, the old and weak in Stone Village are not strong enough, and the craftsmen brought by the Sword God family are not enough. Too much need for more fresh troops.

Therefore, Yang Yueming decided to organize a land reclamation competition.

He divided the area planned as a field into four, and then gathered the bandits from Yanluo Mountain and the villagers from Shitou Village and divided them into four groups, giving them to four top masters—Ren Xiaodao, Luo Zhuchen, and Nie Xiaodao. Xue Yi and Jiang Qingyan took it with them, and each was in charge of a piece of land, and it was a competition to see who would finish farming first.

"Okay, before the competition officially starts, let's let the team leaders of each group show their skills first, perform a fancy land reclamation, and cheer everyone up." As the referee of this competition, Yang Yueming sat with his legs crossed A carved sandalwood chair was swinging a broken cattail fan stolen from a villager, and a little girl stood behind him and squeezed his shoulders.

The little girl was ordinary in appearance, but she was fair and clean. She had a flushed face and was very devoted to it.

The field was full of people. Except for those who participated in the competition, other people on the mountain also temporarily put down their work and came to watch.

It was the first time for everyone to see such a competition, and they found it very interesting and excited. They even formed a cheerleading team spontaneously to cheer for their relatives and friends.

The scene was full of voices and the atmosphere was warm.

After Yang Yueming finished speaking, he pointed to Luo Zhuchen and said, "Zhuchen, you come first."

Zhuchen looked at him helplessly, and was 100% sure that Yang Yueming did it on purpose, but he didn't hesitate, took the long sword handed over by Di Xiang, neatly drew a sword flower, and received a burst of applause.

Di Xiang made a gesture, and all the disciples of Sword God Villa immediately shouted in unison: "The young master is mighty, long live the young master."

Luo Zhuchen staggered suddenly. He remembered that Steward Di of his Sword God Family was a very serious guy, so how could he know this? He glanced at Yang Yueming who was gnawing corn again as he thought about it. Tian Dixiang ran after Yang Yueming, he must be the one who caused it to break!

Luo Zhuchen felt that he had found the truth, and he almost wanted to stab Yang Yueming with a sword.

However, after hanging out with Yang Yueming for a long time, his endurance has also become top-notch. Luo Zhuchen took a deep breath, summoned his true energy, gave a soft drink, and used his unique lightness kung fu to fly out on tiptoe.

His body was tumbling in the air, the long sword was flying non-stop, and the sword shadows were flying like heavy snow, the light and shadow interlaced, getting faster and faster, and finally the whole body was only left with a group of rapidly changing shadows, and flashing from time to time, Sen Leng's sword light.

On the field, criss-cross gullies suddenly appeared, as if an invisible giant knife was slashing the ground.

It is the famous sword god's family study-the Eleven Styles of Dangchen.

Most of the onlookers were ordinary people, who had never seen such amazing martial arts, and were immediately shocked beyond words. They all held their breath and stared with wide eyes.

Only Yang Yueming was still gnawing on the corn calmly, and the little girl who was giving him a massage also forgot about her work. Yang Yueming patted the back of the little girl's hand in dissatisfaction, and said, "Go ahead."

The little girl quickly started pinching his bones again, and her heart was pounding because Yang Yueming touched the back of her hand.

Luo Zhuchen was still going on, and there were more and more ravines in the ground, until the whole ground seemed to have been turned over, Luo Zhuchen shouted loudly, the long sword flew high and slanted into the ground, and he himself , fluttering down next to the long sword, like a tall and straight tree trunk standing proudly in the gust of wind, the hem of the clothes is still fluttering, straight like a sword god.

The crowd was silent for a long time, Nie Xueyi ran over and said concernedly: "Zhuchen, your injury is okay."

Luo Zhuchen looked back and smiled slightly: "It's all trickery, it doesn't matter."

That smile was like a budding flower, passing through the dust and smoke, and falling into Nie Xueyi's eyes.

Only then did the surrounding audience come to their senses and burst into warm applause.

Di Xiang made another gesture at the right time, so the disciple of the Sword God Family was even more angry: "The young master is mighty, long live the young master!"

"Fuck, I'm making a wedding dress for Luo Zhuchen!" Yang Yueming pointed at Nie Xueyi with a half-gnawed corn, "Next, Xueyi."

Luo Zhuchen glanced at the bracelet on Nie Xueyi's left hand. Although the golden bell silk is convenient and easy to use when killing people, and its lethality is first-rate, it seems to be impossible to reclaim wasteland.

Yang Yueming gloated: "Xue Yi, it's a pity that it's not a watermelon cutting competition, otherwise you will definitely win the first place."

Nie Xueyi snorted and raised her hand: "It's okay, I can cut off your head."

Yang Yueming shrank back, covering his neck with one hand: "It is forbidden to threaten the referee."

Nie Xueyi walked to the edge of the field she was in charge of and stood still. She was slender and beautiful, with a graceful posture and a fluttering white dress. Standing like this, she was like a fairy descending from the earth, and she was immediately greeted with applause.

She ignored the voices of others, turned around abruptly, leaped into the air, circled and danced, and ran between the fields like a white butterfly.

Everyone was stunned immediately.

Suddenly, the bell trembled, and the golden bell on the wrist flew out, rolled up a hoe on the side, pulled it back suddenly, jumped up by himself, caught the hoe, and smashed it hard on the ground.

With a loud bang, the soil in the middle of the ground splashed, and a big hole suddenly burst out.

Yang Yueming shuddered, with a mournful face: "I knew this violent woman, and the fairy descending to the mortal world is just an illusion!"

After smashing the big hole, Nie Xueyi threw the hoe fiercely, raised his chin and said, "Where's the applause?"

Everyone felt cold and applauded quickly.

Luo Zhuchen snapped his fingers at the disciples of the Sword God Family, and all the disciples immediately shouted in unison: "Miss Xueyi, the fairy descends to earth!"

Yang Yueming covered his face in pain: "Love is so blind!"

After Nie Xueyi, it was Jiang Qingyan's turn.

Jiang Qingyan's sturdy name is even worse than Nie Xueyi's. Although she is also one of the four beauties in Jianghu, she is different from Nie Xueyi's delicate and refined appearance. Standing outside in the fiery red costume, the imposing manner was overwhelming, and the astonishingly large Dapu knife made many people gasp when they saw it for the first time.

These days, how come the more beautiful a person is, the scarier he is!

And let no one marry a wife!

King Wuhua led all the bandits and shouted: "The king is the king, he is so beautiful and can kill!"

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Yang Yueming silently gave a thumbs up: "This kind of writing attainment is worthy of being a bandit."

Jiang Qingyan's style is very direct. With a breath of true energy, she drew her Dapu knife and slashed across the row along the side. With the sound of "dongdongdong" and "dangdangdang" of the blade and the sound of dirt and stones, she slammed on the ground. Then there were several deep pits.

Another violent demolition woman!

Yang Yueming couldn't see it anymore.

When Jiang Qingyan finishes chopping all the way, the whole piece of land is as if it has been overtaken!

Horrible!

Jiang Qingyan glanced at the ground, and put away the big knife in satisfaction.

The crowd applauded mechanically.

Yang Yueming announced more mechanically that Ren Xiaodao was next.

Yang Yueming shook his arms and said, "Get rich, don't embarrass me!"

Ren Xiaodao blinked: "Boss, no one is cheering for me."

Compared with the Patriarch of the Sword God and Jiang Qingyan, the local snake, Ren Xiaodao really seemed weak.

At any rate, he is his bodyguard, so he must not lose in momentum, so Yang Yueming thought for a while, and kissed Ren Xiaodao: "Don't worry about getting rich, I will open the back door for you."

Luo Zhuchen: "..."

Nie Xueyi: "..."

Jiang Qingyan: "..."

Di Xiang coughed lightly, and spoke his mind on behalf of the Patriarch: "Brother Jin, it's inappropriate for you to cheat so openly!"

"Really?" Yang Yueming thought for a while, put his hands around his mouth, and shouted at Ren Xiaodao in a low voice, "Don't be afraid of getting rich, I will secretly open the back door for you."

Everyone: "..."

Yang Yueming patted Di Xiang on the shoulder: "Thank you, Manager Di, for reminding me."

Di Xiang backed away expressionlessly.

Ren Xiaodao happily walked to the edge of the field he was in charge of. Yang Yueming had been with him for a while, and he had never seen him use a weapon. He basically relied on a pair of fleshy palms to fight the world. Usually fighting is fine, but he wants to come to the land The land will be at a disadvantage.

Ren Xiaodao squatted down on the ground silently, looked at the ground for a while, and everyone looked at each other in blank dismay. Compared with the brutal actions of the previous few, Ren Xiaodao's behavior was a little puzzling.

Ren Xiaodao looked at it for a while, took a deep breath, and crossed his palms in front of his chest. Fortunately, the air around him seemed to freeze together at that moment, causing heavy compression, and his hair that was originally fluttering with the wind also solidified in mid-air still.

It was silent, but the sense of oppression in the air made everyone hold their breath involuntarily.

Several masters were able to feel the mighty internal force, and they couldn't help but be surprised.

Although Yang Yueming couldn't feel it because of the sealed martial arts, he could see the overwhelming true energy from Ren Xiaodao's expression and movements.

With a loud "boom--", Ren Xiaodao slammed his palms on the ground, and the whole ground trembled slightly, and there was a "crackling" sound from the piece of ground in front of him, and a long road split open. Long slits.

Several masters are all in awe, this kind of internal strength, even the famous masters of the previous generation are rare in today's martial arts.

Of course, in the eyes of other onlookers, such performance and results are far less exciting than those of the previous few.

However, Ren Xiaodao just squatted there, curled his lips as he looked at the crack on the ground, with a dissatisfied expression on his face.

Yang Yueming threw away the gnawed corn, walked quickly to Ren Xiaodao, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Stagflation."

Ren Xiaodao looked up at him with a surprised expression.

Yang Yueming knelt down and whispered in his ear for a while, Ren Xiaodao showed a suddenly realized expression, and said joyfully, "Okay, I'll try."

Yang Yueming patted his head: "Young children can be taught." Then he backed away with an embarrassing expression on his face.