If Schiller hadn't caused purple lightning to interweave, it wouldn't have been like this. Now they haven't encountered tomatoes, and the fruits would have automatically turned into Chixia and thunder.

This time, Chu Feng was very miserable, and his whole body was in severe pain. When he opened his mouth, he sprayed white smoke from his mouth and electric arcs.

As for Schiller, it was even worse. The smell of the barbecue came out, mainly because he was too seriously injured before, and now his defense has dropped sharply.

"Damn it, what's going on?" The big black bull was stunned below. Why did lightning suddenly appear from the fields above?

Moreover, they vaguely saw eggplant, cucumbers, and tomatoes jumping in the lightning, and the scene was so weird.

"Purple gold eggplant, green cucumber, red tomatoes... This is like the five-thunder-thunder-torn technique of the Taoist lineage!" The scalper's face changed.

"Where is that? Does Chu Feng have any worries about his life?!" asked Da Hei Niu.

"It's like a place where the five elements are cultivated, and it's like a place where the inheritance is." The scalper stared at the top.

After the Chixia, which was turned into tomatoes, Chu Feng could hardly bear it anymore, let alone Schiller, who had suffered heavy damage.

At this time, they were not at ease with fighting, and they were all fleeing desperately, jumping to the fourth terraced field.

"Why are there any more?"

Chu Feng and Schiller wanted to curse, especially after seeing what was below, their faces looked like earth, making them even more ugly. There was a pumpkin growing on the ground here.

Every pumpkin is golden, brilliant, and as big as a washbasin, which is much larger than eggplant, cucumber, and tomatoes.

Chu Feng really didn't want to resist this time, so he stepped on the flying sword, shaking, and flew toward a higher place.

Schiller's eyes shone with fierce light. Before he could land, he slapped down, and the light in his palm touched the golden pumpkin.

"Your uncle Shiller!" Chu Feng screamed, wishing he could kill him.

Crackling!

The golden lightning intertwined, and Chu Feng was shaking on the flying sword. He was already hit by lightning. He was struck by lightning. He was covered in electric arcs and his body was constantly smoking.

He endured the severe pain, drove the flying sword, passed through the golden lightning group, and landed in the fifth terraced field.

"Chu Feng insists on it, it may be the place of inheritance!" Below, the scalper was shouting, and it came vaguely through the lightning.

Call for recommendation votes.

If you have monthly tickets, please support Xia Shengxu.
Chapter completed!