The form of the weapon made Qing Ge see the value of Hua Wu Lei.

In the spiritual world, the remnant soul of the ancient dragon sounded a soft song and Hua Wulei's conversation, and couldn't help but say: "How can there be such a heavy weapon in the world, one cannon can defeat thousands of troops?"

Isn’t this a joke?”

"Senior, live well."

Hearing this, Gu Long's remnant soul felt a chill run down his spine, and he suddenly felt inexplicable. However, Qingge smiled slightly and said, "Live well, stay by my side, and witness the future of martial arts together."

When the evolution of weapons and artillery is completed, you will find that such heavy weapons are more terrifying than the legendary artifacts."

Qingge couldn't put it down, so she fired a few cannons for fun in a remote no-man's land, and it was really exciting to be a gunner.

People in each camp were shaken by the sound of cannons and could not sleep. When they arrived at the collapsed iceberg, the buildings were empty and Qingge was no longer around.

After Qingge handed the cannon to Hua Wulei, when she returned to the camp, she saw Huzi squatting in front of the camp, holding a yellow leaf with her outline carved in his hand.

"Miss Master?"

Qing Ge asked.

Huzi nodded, and then said in despair: "Master may have forgotten me a long time ago. We haven't seen each other for so many years. How can Master still remember me as a useless person?"

"How could it be? You are your master's disciple. She must have you in her heart."

Qingge said in relief.

Huzi smiled bitterly: "I heard that after me, the master accepted several disciples, and each one was more outstanding than the other. They were all the best among men.

If someone discovers that someone like me is Master's chief disciple, he will surely be embarrassed.

Those junior brothers and sisters definitely don’t have me in their hearts either.

Young Master..." After a long silence, Huzi's eyes were slightly red. A big man buried his head in his knees to hide his grief.

You'er came over with the noodles cooked by Xiaojiu and Nuqi, squatted down and handed them to Huzi: "It's cold and windy, so eat this bowl of noodles while it's hot."

Huzi looked up and saw the steaming bowl of noodles. He looked away and said, "If you don't eat, I'm not hungry."

You'er looked at Qingge blankly, wondering what was going on. Why was he still in a mood?

"Be obedient and eat the noodles."

Singing softly.

"Don't eat."

"Do you want to eat or not?"

The singing voice was low and slightly angry.

"eat."

Hu Zi suddenly lost his spine, took the noodle bowl from You'er's hand, drank the noodles in a few big mouthfuls, and then put the noodle bowl back into You'er's hand.

You'er looked at the bottomless noodle bowl, and then at Hu Zi's expressionless face, feeling a bit funny.

Her senior brother is too cute... "Sir, please have a bowl of noodles before going to bed to warm yourself up."

You'er said: "Brother Huzi is here, I will take good care of him."

"Um."

Qing Ge walked to the bonfire. Nu Qi and Xiao Jiu were simply gods of food. Before they came to subdue the dragon, they brought a lot of ingredients.

Two brothers, Murong Chuan and Zhang Liren, came over to eat again. Murong Chuan was familiar with it, and now he directly asked Qing Ge: "Master Ye, I want to finish the noodles, how much does it cost for cooking?"

"One hundred thousand a bowl, the price is the same."

The song is cold and authentic.

Murong Chuan was furious, "Why don't you go and grab it?"

"Do you want it?"

Qingge asked coldly.

"want!"

Murong Chuan said it with great momentum, and those who didn't know it thought he was going to the battlefield to kill the enemy.

Murong Chuan took the two hundred thousand gold coins, sat at the table with Zhang Liren, rolled up his sleeves and said, "Here are two bowls of noodles."

The corner of Xiaojiu's mouth twitched, does this guy really think of this place as a noodle shop?

However, after thinking about it, Xiaojiu happily served two bowls of noodles to the Murongchuan brothers.

Qingge picked up a bowl of noodles with chopsticks, her eyes brightened, Xiaojiu and Xiaojiu were really good at cooking, both the barbecue and the noodles tasted good.

Qing Ge drank three large bowls in one breath. Murong Chuan was not satisfied with one bowl, so he added money for noodles.

Soon, the noodles cooked by Xiaojiu and Nuqi were all eaten.

"Xiaojiu, go cook some noodles. The more the better."

Qing Ge laughed.

Xiao Jiu nodded, and Nu Qi started cooking noodles. As Qing Ge said, they cooked a lot this time.

At first, Xiaojiu didn't know what Qingge meant, but she understood later.

One after another, cultivators came to Qingge's camp and spent hundreds of thousands of dollars just for a bowl of noodles.

In this cold place, any delicacy from the mountains and seas is not as comforting as a bowl of noodles.

Compared with the cost, one hundred thousand gold coins is indeed a sky-high price.

However, what you need to know is that the teams in Wuji Land are all top-notch experts. Not to mention that they are all nobles, they are not far behind.

More and more people came over, Xiaojiu screamed with excitement, and Nuqi happily cooked noodles.

Late at night, when all the cultivators were well fed, Xiaojiu came to Qingge’s tent holding money and said, “Sir, there’s a lot of money.”

"How many?"

"Two million seven hundred thousand!"

Xiao Jiu said excitedly.

Qing Ge curled her lips and smiled, "You keep this money for yourself, it is all earned from your labor."

Xiaojiu's eyes were bright: "Is it true..." "Go."

"..." Qingge has a good way of making money. Compared with long-term management, Qingge prefers extortion.

...In the next few days, the atmosphere in Wuji Land became even more tense. The practitioners all stayed in their respective teams and did not dare to go out and walk around casually.

The red dragon fruit is probably about to awaken.

That evening, Qingge called Loulan, Hua Wulei and others.

"Master?"

Lou Lan was confused.

"No tears, tell me."

"yes."

Hua Wulei stood up: "Everyone, I have the Qiankun Tianji in my hand. Thanks to the coveting of the female leader of the Lucas Mercenary Group, the Prince's team and the Tianyu Lingxu team believe that the data of the Qiankun Tianji is accurate."

Loulan was confused: "Wuli, what do you mean?

Could it be said that there is an error in the data of Qiankun Tianji?"

Hua Wulei raised a finger, shook it slightly towards Loulan, and said with a smile: "No, the data I gave them is not wrong, but the data the young master gave them is wrong.

Young Master brought us to camp in the southeast of Wuji, letting them think that this was the best location. They were wrong, everything was wrong.

According to the data provided by Qiankun Tianji, the exact location where the Red Dragon Fruit will be born will be in the northern part of Wuji.

Now most of the teams are camping around the southeast, we just need to go to the north before the red dragon fruit comes out."

Loulan was shocked, she didn't know that all these were linked together by calculations.

The Thirteenth Emperor's Uncle gasped, "In that case, wouldn't Huangfu Qi and the others have been deceived by Young Master Ye?

Each of those teams gave away 70 million for nothing, just to get a good position, but they were all wrong."

Such a deep city! Even he, an old man, didn't notice it.

Lou Lan thought about Huangfu Qi's loss and let out some exaggerated laughter: "That beast Huangfu Qi, asking him 70 million is an advantage. If he didn't take his life, his ancestors would have burnt incense and made their ancestors' graves green."

Smoke."

Loulan's hatred for Huangfu Qi has long been deep in her bones. She has been reluctant to go to the Changbai Immortal Clan, and often abandons her training, just to spend more time with her sister.

After Amei's tragedy, the royal sisters and brothers of the royal family had already given up on the little princess. They even thought that the little princess was a bad omen and wanted to send her to a remote and desolate place.

It was Loulan who faced the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty alone, argued with reason, and finally brought the little princess to the Princess Loulan Mansion.

Loulan once said: If my sister is not well for a day, I will take care of her for a day. She will be bedridden for a lifetime, but I will take care of her for a lifetime.

All the crimes the little princess suffered came from Huangfu Qi.
To be continued...