1091. Chapter 1091 Fifth Level 1
3q c, the fastest update of The Evil King Chasing His Wife: Good-for-nothing Miss Nitian! The appearance of the Nine Layers Palace Master really reminded everyone that now is not the time to vent their anger.
Li Yaoyao gave Su Luo a ferocious look, and took out a handful of Frostgrass from her sleeve and handed it over.
Situ Ming was not far behind either, he also had a whole bunch of Frostgrass.
According to visual estimation, the sum of the two people's harvested quantity will not be less than seventy.
Sure enough, the Lord of the Nine Layers Palace glanced at the exact number.
"Seventy-four? It's lucky that you two were asked to find the source of Lingshuang Grass."
Li Yaoyao was full of complacency.
If they hadn't found the origin of Lingshuangcao, how could they come here to seek revenge? Naturally, I came here with confidence in my heart.
Seventy-four plants of Lingshuang grass, looking at the world, who can compare with her?
Li Yaoyao felt that she won this time no matter what.
really.
Bei Chenying and Zi Yan were more sad, and they only took out thirty plants in total.
These 30 plants were pulled out by their painstaking efforts and untold hardships.
Unexpectedly, Li Yaoyao and the others randomly found the source of Lingshuangcao, they were really angry.
After Bei Chenying and Zi Yan handed over Lingshuangcao, they drooped their heads like an eggplant beaten by frost.
The Luo brothers and sisters did not do well this time either.
In order to get an unknown reward, the two searched desperately, but the final result was still not satisfactory.
They handed over twenty-five plants of Lingshuang Grass.
So, the score is now:
Li Yaoyao team: 75;
Beichen Film Team: 30;
Team Luo Haochen: 25
The rest is Su Luo's team.
"Su Luo, let's see how much you can come up with this time!" Li Yaoyao's eyes were full of hatred!
She could see clearly, only the third senior brother was looking for it alone, Su Luo didn't move even a single step while the old god was on the ground.
In this case, they only have fifty points at most!
Li Yaoyao thought beautifully in her heart, waiting to see Su Luo suffer.
Nangong Liuyun let go of his hand.
He held a handful of Frostgrass in the palm of his hand, no more, no less, exactly fifty plants.
"Let me just say, no matter how many three senior brothers there are, there won't be any more."
Nangong Liuyun glanced at her indifferently.
With Nangong Liuyun's strength, it is not difficult for him to pick more, but the problem is that when he has picked fifty plants, he will not be able to pick all the Frostgrass.
In this Nine Layers Palace, there is a powerful force controlling everything in the dark.
"Haha, there are only fifty plants, we won this game!" Li Yaoyao cheered happily.
If you win, besides getting rewards, the most important thing is to be able to overwhelm Su Luo.
This is the happiest thing for Li Yaoyao.
However, Su Luo frowned with a half-smile: "Do you really think you have won?"
"You only have fifty plants! The facts are in front of you, don't you think we are all blind?" Li Yaoyao snorted!
Su Luo smiled, then gently raised her hand.
Soon, the Juling Tree, which was blinding people's eyes, ran over.
When Li Yaoyao saw the Spirit Gathering Tree, she was stunned.
She actually saw it!
The huge root system of this spirit-gathering tree condensed into four legs, and the speed at which she ran made even herself feel ashamed!
This is not the point, the point is the wide leaves of this Juling tree, each of which is wrapped with a frost grass!
Li Yaoyao was dumbfounded.
Su Luo gave a clear cough, and the Gathering Spirit Tree shook its head and ran up to pay Lingshuangcao.
When passing by Li Yaoyao, this girl didn't know if she was holding a grudge, she swept past like a gust of wind and almost knocked Li Yaoyao down.
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Everyone is too fast, the two-hour group is already full, now the group number is removed, the children's shoes that have not been added can only be said to be a pity, next time if you open a new group, let's talk about it, (*^^*) hee hee. . . . . . .