This looks very special.

"What kind of plant will it? Isn't it really a green dish?" Fang Yu squinted and observed this small seedlings, thinking about it.

But no matter what, the previous conjecture can be verified and feasible.

The entire wasteland has also appeared from scratch, and there are different colors.

The wasteland was successful.

Of course, the seedlings are still quite fragile and need more care.

Fang Yu looked at the small piece of the ground in front of him, and the seedlings still flashed with a faint blue light.

"Lord, owner ..."

At this time, the round sword spirit came to Fang Yu, and a pair of sapphire -like eyes stared at the seedlings straight.

Blue seedlings.

Heavenly Power ...

Fang Yu's heart moved, looking at the Sword Spirit of Tiandao, and asked, "Do you ... like this seedling?"
Chapter completed!