Lord of the People: Start with 300 billion World Trees!

405. Qinglian Views The World!

Seeing the old man saying some inexplicable words again, Qing Lian wrinkled her nose and asked again: "Hi, old man, I want to restore my bronze."

"Come with me and grant your last wish."

The old man stopped talking nonsense, and the magic power in his body jumped out to form a bubble-like light film bubble, which instantly imprisoned the little bronze girl and dragged him in the air.

Qing Lian's eyes widened just like that, watching the old man walk there and his body floated there.

"Hahahahahaha!"

The old man was walking staggeringly, drinking and shouting to the sky like crazy.

The pessimistic old man walks in the middle of the wilderness, crazy, has no fixed place to go, and does not know where he is going.

Behind him, Qinglian was wrapped in bubbles, holding two pieces of broken bronze in her hands, and looked around curiously at this week's bright world.

Seeing Dashan and some ancient monsters appear, he exclaimed in surprise.

He kept asking the old man: What is this bird and what is this plant that can eat people? Wow, this world is so big!

He asked a lot of questions, even if the old man was crazy, he was almost speechless.

Curious about anything and everything in this world this year.

The old man has no choice but to maintain a clean body and mind to be able to grow up healthily this year so that he can use it to refine medicine.

He kept telling Jinlian everything he knew, and at the same time he found some spirit stones and put them in the bubbles so that Qinglian could take root and absorb the energy in the spirit stones so that he could grow better.

Under such careful care, the young Taoist priest grew rapidly and became stronger and stronger.

Although his strength may have reached the Xuanzun realm, he does not have any means of attack.

If he meets someone whose strength is a few levels lower than it, he probably won't be able to beat him himself.

Light meritorious deeds can't pose any threat.

Of course, the pessimistic old man would not teach cleaning up, and soon the two of them wandered around in the wilderness for several years without knowing it.

On this day, this year finally couldn't help but asked with thick eyebrows: "Grandpa, when can you help me repair this piece of bronze?"

He couldn't wait any longer, and if Bronze didn't repair himself, his heart would become more chaotic, and he wanted to leave Grandpa's side to find a solution by himself.

The pessimistic old man moved the bubble to deep and shallow, and looked at the two pieces of bronze in Jin Lian's hand.

He has been observing bronze for a long time these days.

I always feel that this thing is extraordinary, and it automatically absorbs spiritual energy for cultivation, as if it wants to generate its own consciousness.

It’s just that it’s a digression after all. If it can’t be repaired, it will be like this for the rest of my life. If it gets better, it will be taken for re-forging, and there may be a chance to awaken consciousness when it becomes a magic weapon.”

The worst ones will be thrown into the mountains, buried forever and ever.

The old man's eyes were burning, and he carefully looked at this place, and felt distressed, and for a moment he seemed to feel a palpitating breath."

This made him secretly amazed, and said: "This crystal has an extraordinary origin, and it was obviously a thing that a grown-up had no friends for a long time ago. 11

Qinglian muttered and said: "Of course, he is mine, and I am that big shot.

The pessimistic old man who said this rolled his eyes. It is not difficult to repair this piece of bronze, as long as he grabs a blacksmith and remelts it.

For the physical and mental pleasure of young people without affecting their normal development, the pessimistic old man decided not to take a trip to the city.

480 is going to refill his drink at the same time. He is almost out of wine.

There is a world in the gourd containing wine, which can store hundreds of thousands of catties of wine.

He drank oil day and night and poured it into the coffin, and he had already drunk it all. *****