Chapter 1797 Boss Su

Su Zimo's current Qinglian real body, even if he doesn't use any blood, is much more powerful than any mysterious magic weapon!

This mysterious low-grade magic weapon, in the palm of his hand, is like a soft mud, which can be handled casually.

Su Zimo weighed the black iron ball in his hand and looked at Duan Tianliang playfully, with a faint smile on his face.

Su Zimo is smiling.

Duan Tianliang was about to cry.

He never thought that a person who had just ascended, a bum who didn't know anything, turned out to be a ruthless character!

If this person wanted to crush him, it would be as simple as crushing a chick!

This kind of method, even the power of the third-order Xuanxian and the fourth-order Xuanxian, can't do it, right?

"Boss Su, I was wrong!"

Duan Tianliang thumped, fell to his knees, and bowed his head.

The road of cultivation, no matter which world you are in, is a move against the sky, and every step is dangerous.

He was able to cultivate to this stage and ascend to the upper realm, relying on adaptability, adapting to the wind, dignity and so on, in his opinion, it was just outside the body.

Living is the most important thing!

In his life, he has kneeled down and worshipped countless people and let countless people step on his feet, but in the end, he had the last laugh and flew up to the upper realm.

"Boss Su, I have no eyes, so I don't know your methods."

Duan Tianliang slapped his mouth fiercely, and said, "I'm really beyond my own power, I don't know how high the sky is, and I'm actually wielding a sword and a sword in front of you."

"You are the dazzling star in the night sky, the bright full moon, my means, that is the light of rice grains!"

Duan Tianliang blurted out these flattering words without thinking, as if he had said it countless times.

Su Zimo was unmoved and looked indifferent.

A person who can ascend to the upper realm, even if he has only survived the Nineteen Heavenly Tribulations, is still the arrogant genius of the lower realm. How can he succumb to others so easily.

Su Zimo's eyes were deep and he said faintly, "You'd better not make any small moves. If you let me know, I will make you look like it!"

Su Zimo pointed to the black iron ball in his hand.

Duan Tianliang trembled with fright, his expression frightened.

He really had some other thoughts in mind, and he was going to escape from this place first, and then make plans.

But now, hearing this sentence, Duan Tianliang is really scared!

"Boss Su, you are joking, how is this possible!"

Duan Tianliang said quickly: "From now on, I will follow your lead. If you let me go east, I will never go west!"

"Okay."

Su Zimo nodded and said, "You can help me plant the more than ten acres of spiritual fields outside."

Duan Tianliang looked stiff.

After he broke through to the second level of the Xuanyuan realm and was promoted to deacon, he never personally went to plant the fields.

"Why, don't you want to?"

Su Zimo raised his brows.

"willing!"

Duan Tianliang was stunned and blurted out, "I'm so willing! I should do this kind of field thing! It's a great honor to gain the trust of Boss Su!"

"Okay, nothing important, don't disturb me during this time."

Su Zimo said lightly, and threw the black iron ball in his hand to Duan Tianliang.

Duan Tianliang caught it, and there was a touch of pain in the depths of his eyes.

A good low-grade magic weapon of the mysterious order has now become such a big iron egg.

"Go down."

Su Zimo waved his robe sleeves lightly, his figure fluttered, and he returned to the bamboo bed.

Duan Tianliang felt as if he had been granted amnesty. As he stepped back, he muttered, "I really have smoke from my ancestral grave, so I can get the opportunity to farm for Boss Su. It's a blessing for three lifetimes, and I have no regrets in this life..."

Soon, Duan Tianliang exited Su Zimo's thatched hut and gently closed the door.

The flattery on his face disappeared instantly, and his eyes darkened.

Duan Tianliang stared at the door, his expression changing, cloudy and sunny.

After a while, Duan Tianliang closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and turned to leave.

In his heart, he was still dissatisfied!

However, the situation is pressing, and he intends to hold back temporarily and find another opportunity.

Duan Tianliang came to the destroyed spiritual field, gritted his teeth, bent down, pouted his big butt, and started planting.

At this time, it was noon.

Many medicinal farmers in Fengxueling have already got up and went to the spiritual fields under their jurisdiction to investigate.

Some cast spells and rain, while others remove weeds.

"Huh? Isn't that Duan Fatty?"

"Strange, that piece of spiritual field should be planted by the newly arrived Brother Su. Why did Fatty Duan go down to the ground himself?"

The medicine farmers who saw this scene were all surprised and amazed.

This news was spread by ten, ten by one hundred, and soon, all the medicinal farmers in the vicinity heard about it, and they all came to watch the fun.

"Deacon Duan, why are you still farming yourself? This spiritual field should belong to Brother Su?"

Another Fengxueling deacon couldn't help asking.

Duan Tianliang glanced at Su Zimo's thatched cottage full of resentment.

In front of Su Zimo, he was extremely obedient, but in front of others, he didn't want to admit it because of his face.

Duan Tianliang coughed lightly and said, "After all, this new little brother is seriously injured and has difficulty moving. If he recovers from his injuries, I don't know how long it will take."

"We Fengxueling are all a family, and for my own sake, as the deacon of Fengxueling, I helped him to plant it in advance. That's what it should be."

"Yu Gong, planting the two kinds of immortal grass earlier will also be able to mature earlier, which is a good thing for Fengxueling and all of us!"

Duan Tianliang's words are affectionate and righteous, which is touching.

It's just that these words came out of Duan Tianliang's mouth, which seemed a little weird.

"Did this fat man take the wrong medicine?"

"I don't know what kind of wind he smokes, but he is so kind."

Many pesticide farmers whispered.

"its not right!"

At this moment, Lao Yan rushed over and said, "I just came back from Brother Su yesterday. He ate the Eldest Miss's elixir, and his injury has recovered!"

"I do..."

Duan Tianliang cursed in his heart, wishing to put the Wan Jun ball in his storage bag into Lao Yan's mouth!

"Brother Su has only recovered from the trauma, but his internal injury will take some time to recover."

Duan Tianliang bit the bullet and explained.

"Old Duan."

Another deacon stepped forward and said, "Show me your Wanjun brick again. This time I have saved up some Ningyuan Dan, and I'm going to change it to a lower-grade magic weapon."

"Fuck off!"

Mentioning this, Lao Duan's face sank and he cursed.

The butler looked dumbfounded.

Duan Tianliang looked at the audience with an ugly face, and scolded: "Disperse, disperse! What are you looking at here, don't you need to take care of your spiritual field!"

Numerous medicinal farmers shook their heads one after another and dispersed.

The deacon looked blank, and didn't know why he had a gray nose.

If it were a normal day, Fatty Duan would have taken out that treasure proudly and showed it off in front of everyone.

Su Zimo was sitting in the thatched hut.

Qinglian's real body's ear is amazing, and he can hear clearly what Duan Tianliang said in the spiritual field.

However, he didn't pierce it.

As long as Duan Tianliang doesn't make any small moves, Su Zimo doesn't care about this kind of thing at all.

Now, the most important thing for him is to restore his cultivation as soon as possible.