Martial God

The sand at the bottom of the water is as white and fragrant as milk. The seaweed has the color of the spring grass, and the shellfish shines with each other. Each is just a music box with a slight melody between the opening and closing.

He Yiming was so sinking in the seabed near the island, watching the underwater world quietly.

boundary.

In the last big storm, he fell short of the water without understanding the flowers of the water.

On the day, after the peace of mind was completely settled down, He Yiming began his own cultivation.

Although on this island, there is a long-horned white horse, an unpredictable master of the sage, and on the other island, there is a group of black scorpions. But at this moment, He Yiming was completely forgotten.

He walked slowly on the bottom of the sea. He seemed to regard himself as a sea creature. He used his own eyes to look at the underwater world to sense the underwater world.

He has a faint feeling. If one day, like these underwater creatures, he can live freely under the sea, then he can calmly understand the flowers of the water.

It is.

Suddenly, a flat, long and sturdy fish twitched from his eyes and smashed the past.

He Yiming's gaze suddenly followed the big fish and marched upwards. He stepped out step by step, his toes slammed on the sand and the body was already bent.

He was mimicking the appearance of the big fish, and it was twisted and moved to the upstream.

The big fish seems to be inductive, the little head turned back, and looked at it inexplicably.

He Yiming, who is not like four. Then I continued to twist my body away.

He Yiming has completely indulged in his own world. His mind is full of the shadow of the big fish. He seems to feel vaguely that this is a strange way of life. Once this method is incorporated into Among his own martial arts, there must be a huge power that is hard to imagine.

This is the idea of ​​his inspiration, but in this world, almost all of the martial arts techniques that have been handed down are the products of the predecessors.

He Yiming slowly explored this sudden thought in this situation similar to epiphany, but not epiphany.

He has been promoted to the Supreme, and the essence of the essence has reached the extreme. Even in the bottom of the sea, the skin can be breathed automatically. Although this will bring a great burden to his body, but in terms of his physical condition at the moment, unless it is spent under the sea, it is impossible to have any problems.

In this way, the whole day and night passed the burning novel network. He Yiming always writhed the body under the sea, and used the power of the sea to understand his own body defects and gradually made up for it.

Finally, his eyes flashed a clear color, and he woke up from the almost infatuated feeling.

This time, he did not use the toes to touch the ground, but the body shook slightly, and even twisted in a strange way.

In the water, he seems to have really become a fish, so he flies upwards like a fly.

If the big fish before the day is still here, then you will doubt whether you really meet your companion, even though the companion’s head is really too big...

Soon, He Yiming has already taken the lead on the sea.

His head had just left the sea, and he heard a whistling sound of "pumping". Looking around, Bao pig was also drilled from the bottom of the sea. Its front hooves held a body more than its body.

A lot of fish, the second heels are like this.

It seems that there is some kind of power under its feet to support it, let it fly as fast as the shore.

Congratulations! A little glimpse. Looking up and looking up, then dumbfounded.

Not far from the shore, Hundred and Eight have already set up the fire shelf and smashed the black smoke. I saw this scene. He Yiming certainly understands why Bao pig suddenly became so hardworking.

It is.

He laughed and walked, and his body was twisted and twisted, even though it was above the sea.

Although the appearance is not elegant, but in terms of degree, it is no doubt faster than before.

After a while, He Yiming has come to the shore, he picked up a very direct one.

Fish, eat it up.

However, he bit it down, but it was a slight glimpse.

The fish smells really sweet, but the taste is just that, except for a touch of salty taste, it can't be compared with the past.

Looking at it, He Yiming asked: "Hundred brothers, this thing is not right."

One hundred and eight Shen Shen said: "There is no seasoning, only salt water, only this way."

He Yiming should have a voice. The heart suddenly moved, took out the silver ring, opened the air

In between, I took out a huge package.

Hundred and eight and Bao pig are looking at him inexplicably, I don't know what he is doing.

He Yiming called the parcel. To be honest, after receiving it from the hands of the Golden Campaign, He Yiming was the first to open.

There is a wok and shovel inside, and there are many bottles made of iron, each with a label on it. He Yiming only needs to take a look at it, you can be sure that it is approved.

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Four "diversified materials, rich in variety. Even more than the preparation of the boat's kitchen."

He sighed in his heart that the Golden Battle is not a real old meal. What he said about the esophagus cultivation may be true.

One hundred and eight eyes lit up, swept the past in the bottle, and selected a few of them.

I took an empty iron bowl and poured the spices into the mixture.

When done all this. One hundred and eighty, the repackaging of those bottles and jars was given to He Yi.

Ming.

From beginning to end, he did not ask about the origin of these things. He did not feel strange about why He Yiming had prepared so many spices. It seems that all this is taken for granted.

He Yiming stuffed this big bag into the ring space, and then carefully collected it.

Perhaps the Golden Campaign is right. I should prepare more for myself. Fortunately, I have a silver ring space. If there is no such space, even if there are more things to prepare, I am afraid that I will lose everything in the big waves.

After the seasoning in the hands. The craftsmanship of the hundred and eight is once again revealed. The burst of incense

The air dissipated, and the locusts in the belly of the person were hooked up.

Not long after, one hundred and eight eight took the three fish on the shelf and handed it to He Yiming and Bao pig.

Bao pig had been waiting for impatientness. He took the iron sign, and despite the heat of the grilled fish, he suddenly opened his mouth and smashed it.

But what is amazing is. This little guy has eaten, never put it on, but learns the appearance of He Yiming, using a pair of foreheads that seem to have suction, sucking the iron sign between the two hooves and smashing the big fish. The bones are not left.

He Yiming looked at its image, his heart was funny, his ears were slightly moving, and he looked up at the forest.

There was a person who slowly walked out there. It was the old man who fought with the white horse when he first came to the island a few days ago.

He Yiming’s eyes have a hint of amazement.

Since the last encounter. He never saw the old man and the white horse again.

Although he knew that the old man lived in the western part of the island, the white horse lived in the east, and he chose a cave in the middle of the two.

Although the island is far less exaggerated than the Big Six, if you don’t want to meet each other, it’s still possible to stay old and cold.

So when the old man suddenly appeared, He Yiming’s heart was very strange. In the past few days, his attitude towards himself was quite cold, and even he was alert and vigilant. After a few days, why did he come forward?

For the arrival of the elderly. In addition to He Yiming looking up and watching, Bai Ba Ba and Bao pig are blind.

They turned an iron sign on the fire shelf, and a duck squatting in the front hoof. It seems that the fire shelf and the big fish are more important than the old man.

The old man came to the fire. He learned how He Yiming and others looked and sat down in the sand.

Above the beach.

He took a deep breath and his throat swayed a little, his eyes falling on the grilled fish shelf.

He Yiming was dumbfounded, and if he couldn’t guess the old man’s intentions, he would be too stupid.

On his hand, there are two shelves, each with a fragrant grilled fish. As soon as he was indulging, He Yiming extended his hand and looked at each other with a smile.

The old man looked at his eyes deeply and seemed to hesitate. He finally reached out and took it.

Come.

He put the grilled fish on the nose. Deeply took a sip of the rich aroma, his face showed a very satisfied expression.

Then he opened his mouth. In no way inferior to the degree of Bao pig, the fish was cleaned.

He Yiming looked at the old man with a stunned look. What he could not think of was that the old man’s eating was comparable to that of the pig. Moreover, the whole fish was swallowed down, and even the bones did not spit.

Look at this old-fashioned old man like a starving ghost ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He Yiming really do not know how to describe it.

The old man’s movements are very fast. At the end of the third two, a grilled fish was eaten up, at the moment. He only saw the strange look of He Yiming. I couldn’t help but look old.

With a light cough, the old man seems to be casual: "Forty years, I am the first time I have cooked something."

When he said this, he did not look at He Yiming, but looked into the distance. It seems that he was not saying to them.

He Yiming is funny, but he also understands why the elderly have such an impatient action.

If a person is exiled on a desert island and has not eaten cooked food for forty years, then when he suddenly smells the grilled fish with good color and flavor, it is difficult to resist the lure from the stomach.

He handed over another iron sign in his hand to the past, and he sighed: "Bao pig, catch a few more fish."

Bao pig was dissatisfied with a snoring, He Yiming brows slightly wrinkled, eyes stunned, Bao pig immediately put down the empty iron sign, the fart into the sea in general...