"I lost!"

With the blessing of the oil cake, Zhao Ming and Ma Ru rushed around like a god of war.

Zhao Qian and Chen Bing said they couldn't stand it and hurriedly threw out the flag in their hands.

Jian Chi quickly took the flag into his hand, inserted it behind his back, and said, "Give me the oil cake back!"

Zhao Qian and Chen Bing handed over the flags, and Jian Chi did what she had promised before.

Zhao Ming glared at Zhao Qian speechlessly.

Why can't you persist for a while?

After all, he is a disciple of the Holy Land. As for throwing out the flag so quickly?

He reluctantly stopped, came to Jian Chi's body, and struggled to hand the oil cake over.

"Sword Madman! You see, my strength is pretty good. Why don't I be your thug these two days and I will keep the oil cake first?"

Zhao Ming suggested: "All the flags you obtained in the middle of the journey belong to you."

There are also thugs who come to the door?

Jian Chi had thought of this method before.

I just consider that the four states have come to train to seize the flag, and the master is afraid that he will not agree.

But just inserting the eight flags behind it is equivalent to getting it without taking action.

He was moved.

The master did not say that he could not do this.

Since I didn't say it, it wasn't prohibited.

Jian Chi nodded and said, "Okay! Just keep this oil cake!"

"Good brother!"

Zhao Ming happily took down the oil cake, but he didn't care whether the flag was given to Jian Chi.

Anyway, the interests of the holy land contained in the flag are basically fixed.

I gave it to the sword crazy, and there is also a holy land.

If you don’t give it to the sword sect, there will still be a holy land.

Just give yourself some benefits.

He and the Holy Land are not a loss anyway.

What is lost is the top sects and the big and small sects below.

As a disciple of the Holy Land, Zhao Ming was too lazy to care about such things.

Yuan Duoer said: "Is there mine in the oil cake?"

"Sister Duoer! You have your flag!"

Jian Chi comforted Yuan Duoer with a smile, pulled out six flags and divided them together for Yuan Duoer and Yun Qingxue.

"This is OK!"

Yuan Duoer put away the flag and ignored the fact that Jian Chi distributed the oil cake to Zhao Ming.

Zhao Ming took the oil cake and stood on the left side of Jian Chi.

Ma Ru hesitated and handed out the oil cake, his mouth squirmed for a few times and did not speak like Zhao Ming.

Although he was just helping Jian Chi to take action, it was more because of his disciples from other states he was facing.

But, after all, something happened with a "living friendship".

Jianqi also quickly accepted the oil cake.

He used it for Ma Ru, and it was also because he helped him before.

He is not very happy to use it for people in Qingyu Holy Land for a long time.

"I'll say goodbye first!"

Ma Ru bowed and left with Qingyu disciples expressionlessly.

Before leaving, he cursed in his heart: The breeze of shit!

If he didn't have him, I could speak like Zhao Ming.

Daoyun oil cake is a good opportunity!

It's all because of the breeze of shit.

Qingfeng was dead at this moment.

As the saying goes: People die and clouds disappear.

Ma Ru dared to curse a few words in his heart.

"Let's go too!"

Jian Chi accepted all the flags of the disciples of the Three States present, and got a great harvest.

Zhao Ming, a disciple of the Holy Land, followed without hesitation with his fellow brothers.

Fang Yuansi followed behind him for a moment, and finally sighed and followed.

He knew that this job would definitely not be able to win the flag for the sect.

But Zong Mengqiu is here, right?

Finally left.

Jian Chi and the others left.

Zhao Qian and others, who were more or less injured, breathed a sigh of relief.

They were really afraid that the sword crazy people would be cruel and would directly lead them out of the ranks of robbing the flag.

Just like Jiang Yan, so seriously injured.

Unless it is used to restore it with Taoist rhyme, it cannot be restored in a short period of time.

And by the time she recovered and was able to participate, the catching of the flag around her would have ended long ago.

Thinking of this, Zhao Qian and Chen Bing felt that their results were still good.

"Tell me why you provoked him?"

Zhao Qian said in a hindsight, and got up and fed Jiang Yan a pill.

Jiang Yan stared blankly at the blue sky above.

He reached out and took out a paper crane from the storage ring.

Pinch the handprint to trigger the paper crane.

"Master! Can the Golden Pill Cultivator's competition use Taoist rhyme to recover from injuries?"

Jiang Yan cried and told her about her experience, it was so miserable!

How can people do this?

It is clearly the experience of a low-level Jindan monk.

You just use the Tao rhyme that you can only use in the realm of the Tao.

It's like a child playing house, you took out the rocket launcher seriously!

What a fuck!

Listening to Jiang Yan's crying, her master was stunned for a long time.

What are you saying?

What kind of Taoist treasure!

Now are Jindan monks so crazy?

Why are you still talking about something that doesn't match your identity?

When Jiang Yan finishes his future and the future.

Her master was silent, and after a long time, he left a sentence and said, "I'll go talk to the ancestor."

......The hut in the sky, the royal family of the four states and the ancestor of the holy land sat cross-legged in a high position.

Below are the respectful forces of Jiang Yan, Zhao Qian, Chen Bing and Jin Qing.

"Old ancestor! You have to make the decision for us!"

Jiang Yan's master almost knelt on the ground, crying and pleading with mercy.

If I don’t know, I thought she was greatly wronged.

Of course, Master Jiang Yan's loss of composure is because Jiang Yan cannot participate in the subsequent capture of the flag of the four states.
To be continued...