Lu Yuan smiled.

Hoe the ground is still not hard enough, otherwise there would be no intention to find these troubles.

Keep working is serious.

Lu Yuan looked at the thick leaves accumulated in the forest.

Put down the hoe and take a deep breath.

Took gently on your chest with your hands.

"call!"

A gust of wind rose from the palm.

The fallen leaves turn into dragons.

Accompanied by the spirit rain.

The cultivated and the uncultivated are all covered with fallen leaves.

The light rain in the wind wet Lu Yuan's hair.

He has a slightly dark face and handsome facial features and a clear outline.

Lu Yuan smirked.

A meritorious mind appears:

Wind Control Technique: lv1, primary.

Lu Yuan smiled slightly. He had already studied the Golden Finger. Currently, he only has the function of displaying messages on the screen and is useless.

Xinghua Village, from eighty to ten years old, who is not a qi practitioner, has roots?

Other immortal officials and even exclusive air-controlling magic weapons are so majestic.

It has been thousands of years since the last Ice Age, and the new dynasty, new order, and new martial arts in this world have deviated from its original trajectory.

Or maybe it's not the same world.

Mr. Lu Yuan heard the old man in the village tell him how the outside world is dangerous.

How peaceful and peaceful is Xinghua Village?

Lu Yuan has been overworking for the first half of his life.

In this life, you should be at ease, free, comfortable, comfortable, and comfortable for a lifetime. You can live for ten thousand years. You can't finish it, and you'll be done if you lie down in the coffin.

A little pursuit.
Chapter completed!