I have a room in Huangquan

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After making up his mind, Ding Xiaoyi refocused his attention on the Chiwen boat under the pit.

The mind suddenly became active.

Listening to Bai Pangpang's tone, this chi kiss boat seems to be able to travel through the underworld.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help looking at the boundless yellow spring in the distance, wondering what is there?

But soon, he thought of the tsunami that happened before.

I clearly remember that during that tsunami, I vaguely saw a huge figure like a skyscraper.

He was sure that was just the tip of the iceberg he saw.

I am afraid that besides this, there are more terrifying existences in the depths of Huangquan, right?

I don't know whether those creatures are disaster-level, dragon-level, or even higher god-level...

Thinking of this, Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help asking Bai Pangpang: "This... Chi kiss boat, is it safe?"

The reason why I asked Bai Pangpang was because I felt that the chubby bald man in front of me was much easier to talk to than the bad old man.

"Safe! Very safe!"

Bai Pangpang seems to have guessed what Ding Xiaoyi was thinking, and explained: "The Chiwen boat is the only boat that can safely sail on the Yellow Springs. As long as you don't take the initiative to attack other creatures, no creature will take the initiative to attack this boat. .”

The bad old man stood aside and added: "It's not that I can't, but I dare not. This involves many inexplicable rules and causes and effects."

Speaking of rules and cause and effect, the corners of Ding Xiaoyi's mouth twitched unnaturally a few times.

The last time I was forcibly hooked out of my soul, I still vividly remember it.

It is clear how powerful the power of cause and effect and rules can be.

Just as the matchmaker Ba Niang said, as long as the name appears in the book of Yin Fate in her hand, even Yama of the Ten Temples will be obedient.

Of course, he doesn't know what the Ten Temples of Yama are.

After all, the culture of the Xia people has lost too much over the years.

It seems that the only traditions engraved in the bones of the Xia people are the Spring Festival, as well as farming and food.

You know, 70.00% of the food in the reserve is cultivated and produced by Xia people, and 40.00% of the catering industry in the market is also run by Xia people.

This is an incomparably huge number.

It's a bit racist, but I have to say it.

As a Xia person, when hearing this number, no matter in class or anywhere, there will be a kind of natural pride.

And in Xia Ren's textbook [Yuan Shi Tianzun, the law of rice is boundless] these eight characters are one of the myths that can never be avoided.

Keke, take it too far!

Ding Xiaoyi's thoughts returned to the puddle in front of him, but it seemed that the boat would take a long time to dig.

Looking back again, the direction of the meat ball.

At this time, Rouqiu unexpectedly dug out another thing, a black axe.

It was pitch black, without any decorations, and wherever it stood, it exuded a strong murderous aura.

"It really is here!"

When Bai Pangpang saw the axe, the smile on his face remained unchanged, but there was inevitably some regret in his expression.

Even though it was covered by Huang Quan, he couldn't see clearly what was underneath.

But when he approached the puddle, he noticed the astonishing murderous aura below, which seemed to hide a murderous soldier.

So it seemed that he chose casually, but Bai Pangpang already had confidence in his heart.

It's just that he never expected that his luck was better than his own, and he actually dug up the Chiwen boat that had been lost for a long time.

This thing, 3000 years ago, might have been just an ordinary small boat, but now, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a fetish.

This ax is very strange, it doesn't look special at all.

It's just that the thick murderous aura above has almost condensed into substance, billowing up like black wolf smoke.

But no matter if it was a bad old man or a white and fat man, he had no interest in this big ax after just looking at it twice.

In their eyes, this is just a murderous soldier with no connotation at all.

The only weapons that can really catch their eyes are fish intestine swords, which have a very profound cultural history, and the sword itself runs through this unique spiritual will.

As for the weapons that only know how to kill without thinking, they have no special features at all except that they are slightly more powerful.

Seeing this, Ding Xiaoyi summoned a meat ball to cover his arm, and tried to touch the axe.

There is no need to worry about anything strange with the meat ball separated.

When his palm touched the axe, he felt icy cold, and there was nothing uncomfortable about it.

However, when he tried to lift the ax up.

Ding Xiaoyi's face suddenly changed.

Can't lift it!

My current strength is enough to wrestle with the bears in the mountains and forests, not to mention that with the help of spiritual energy at this time, my strength is astonishing.

Not to mention an axe, even a suspension vehicle that weighs two or three tons can be lifted by itself.

But he couldn't lift the ax in front of him at all?

"Fierce soldiers have spirits, Xiao Yi, you must be a bloodthirsty monster, so naturally you can't lift this axe."

Bai Pangpang imitated the bad old man, calling him Xiaoyi, and at the same time reminded him kindly: "It's better to sink this ax into the underworld. If it is held by ordinary people, it will be infected by fierceness inadvertently, and it will end up like a puppet. OK!"

"Sinking!"

Ding Xiaoyi rolled his eyelids, gave Bai Pangpang a supercilious look, and put his arm on Bai Pangpang's shoulder: "That's not okay, even if I don't need it, I can put it on the wall as a decoration. If it sinks, that's not good." !"

Maybe it's because Bai Pangpang's appearance is two years younger than his appearance, although he knows that this little fat man's origin is definitely not ordinary, but he can't help but chat with him in the tone of his peers.

Bai Pangpang didn't care about these details. Seeing that Ding Xiaoyi didn't listen, he just shook his head: "Too much greed!"

Ding Xiaoyi fiddled with the broken ax for a while, and found that Rouqiu could lift the ax at will, but he couldn't.