The Mighty Cauldron: Extreme Alchemist! Chapter 1560: : Old farmers


How mysterious is the Hidden Killing Hall?

This is a very terrifying force. I don't know how many years it has existed. It seems that this force hidden in the shadows has existed for a long time before the formation of the Nine Kingdoms structure.

The Nine Kingdoms have teamed up to kill the hidden killing hall many times, but after each killing, the hidden killing hall will grow again like stubborn weeds.

Now, how huge Yin Killing Hall is and how many assassins exist, these are all secrets, even the Western Moon Heavenly King, who has colluded with Yin Killing Hall, has a little knowledge of Yin Killing Hall.

Xiyue Heavenly King also knows very well that his cooperation with the Hidden Killing Hall is undoubtedly a quest for tiger skin, but he has already boarded this thief ship, and it is difficult to get off again.

The Western Moon Heavenly King once tentatively wanted to inquire about the master of the hidden killing hall, but no matter who you are talking to in the hidden killing hall, as long as it is related to this aspect, you are either ignorant or tight-lipped. He did not reveal any valuable news to the Western Moon King.

The four killers of the Hidden Killing Hall are well-known, and the warriors are all talking about discoloration. No one dares to talk too much about the four killers.

But even the four killers, Feng, Lei, and Fire, are not the highest-ranking person in the Hidden Killing Hall.

Wind, thunder, water and fire are just the killers who kill the most people. Above them, there are more mysterious hidden killers.

For example, the Master of the Four Great Assassins, who has been called by some elder strong men as a green shirt, is a very terrifying strong man in Hidden Killing Hall.

The skills of the four big killers were all taught by Qingshanke, and Qingshanke himself made very few shots. The latest shot was more than a thousand years ago.

Except for the green shirts, there are many mysterious powerful people in the hidden killing hall, and the master of the hidden killing hall, the person who really holds this terrible mysterious organization in his hands, has not been seen from beginning to end.

Even if the parties of the Nine Kingdoms carried out multiple killings, they did not dig out the mysterious hallmaster.

Some people wonder whether the master of the Hidden Killing Hall really exists?

Or, the so-called hall master has actually shown up at all, but he is not known.

In order to track down this mysterious Hidden Killing Hall Master, many forces in the Nine Kingdoms have made efforts, whether it is sending people into the Hidden Killing Hall or torturing the captured Hidden Killing Hall killers, but various After all the methods were used, there was still no gain.

The most unimaginable thing is that even the people in the Hidden Killing Hall do not know who the so-called Hall Master is.

Currently, the powerful people in Yinshatang are still relatively active, and they are nothing more than the first-class masters of the Qingshan guest.

The master of the Hidden Killing Hall has become a mystery that can never seem to be solved.

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A hut, built between the countryside and fields.

The hut is very simple, it seems that as long as there is a strong wind, the hut will be overturned.

The continuous corn is planted in the field, and it is growing well. It can be seen that the corn planters have put their thoughts on it.

Under the thatched hut, there is a dilapidated lounge chair, and an old man who looks like a farmer in autumn is lying on a bamboo chair, sipping thick tea leisurely and humming in the unclear countryside. tone.

This old man is very characteristic, but he is actually ugly.

Of course, it’s not hard to see that it’s completely impossible to see. The black and thin old man’s teeth are quite good. They look a lot older, but they are white and neat. yellow.

Perhaps because the old farmer is too dark, the two rows of teeth in his mouth look particularly white with a grin.

The dark-skinned old farmer squinted one eye open, looked at the sky above, cursing.

"There are heavy winds and heavy rains, but Baogu in my place is going to suffer." The old farmer looked sad, and he gurgled a few sips of tea. It seemed that he felt dry and tongue no matter how he poured it.

"Old black head, lying down and dozing off again?" A nearby farmer walked by and greeted the black-skinned farmer with a smile.

The black and thin old farmer waved his hand: "Go busy with you."

Several farmers were walking while carrying farm tools, and suddenly came an elegant man in a blue shirt with a folding fan in hand.

I don’t know a few big characters, and the farmers who have never seen the world hurriedly let go, for fear that they would run into this elder brother who looks like a big family in the city.

The Qingshan scribe looked very gentle and respectful, and nodded to the farmers who gave way. The farmers were a little at a loss when he nodded their heads like this. They didn't know how to pay the courtesy, so they could only walk over with a dry smile.

The black and thin old farmer under the thatched hut glanced at the blue-shirted scribe, muttering in his mouth and didn't know what bad words were said.

"Don't come to nothing." The Qingshan scribe walked under the thatched hut, and while speaking, he took out a small stool from the house and sat down.

"It's not a good thing to see you, I haven't confiscated this sap valley, don't bother me if there is anything." The thin black old man said with slanting eyes.

The scribes in the green shirt didn't care, and smiled slightly: "It's not too late to get back after the matter is finished. Your buds grow so well, nothing will go wrong."

"Fart!" The black and thin old farmer suddenly turned over and sat up, staring at the blue-shirted scribe with a pair of eyes.

"Last time I went out to do errands, I didn't know which wild boy had ruined Baogu in the field. It was all over the floor, so I almost didn't demolish the house." The black and thin old farmer looked angry. Said.

The green shirt scribes smiled bitterly: "It's just a few buds. How many years have you been planting this, and haven't you planted enough?"

The black and thin old farmer took a sip of tea into his mouth when he heard the words, and then said: "I haven't planted enough. It is estimated that until the day I die, I will still be thinking about my land bud valley. If I really die, this The plot of land is comparable to humans, and I don’t know if they will continue to plant buds. If they continue to plant, then I can die with peace of mind."

The Qingshan scribe nodded, looked at the corn that is growing well in this place, and said: "If it is not necessary, I will not come to you."

"Come on, what do you want me to do?" The black and thin old farmer looked helpless.

The blue-shirted scribe waved his hand and threw a picture scroll to the black and thin old farmer.

The old farmer took the picture scroll and opened it with a huff.

I see a woman in a red dress, even her hair is as bright as blood, wearing a unicorn mask, graceful, even if there is a mask to cover, but in the painting is like a few generations.

It's a pity that the old farmer is a rough person who doesn't know how to appreciate~IndoMTL.com~ stared at him for a while, then asked: "What are you doing?"

"The person in the painting is the Lord of Swallowing Heaven, and is my biggest goal at the moment." The Qingshan scribe said.

"Swallowing Heaven Hall? What the hell? I haven't heard of it." The old farmer curled his lips, put the scroll away, and threw it to the scribe.

"This matter is not trivial. Besides you, I have to contact other people." The Qingshan scribe took the picture scroll and turned away.

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In the sacred tree, most of Fang Lin's physical body has been condensed, and on the true dragon demon bones, there are also dragon shadows lingering around Fang Lin's body.

Fang Lin's body, although not fully formed, is recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye. It doesn't take long for his body to reach perfection.

ps: The fourth update, tomorrow will continue, the 21st is limited, the 22nd broke out, a bit hastily, it is time to save the manuscript, the outbreak is not only the update volume, the plot is almost reaching the point of explosion


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