Chapter 1792

Like the golden pagoda, Wan Huan Ling silk, Youming ice and fire all need spiritual stones and other things to improve their level. Therefore, Lu Zijia has a lot of pressure to support his family!

However, Lu Zijia is still very generous to his little partners.

Just

Looking at the few holy stones in his hand, Lu Zijia blinked, and then silently looked at his own Taoist companion next to him.

To his wife's eyes, Mu Tianyan, "..."

In fact, his spirit stone has been used up

They stared for a while. Finally, Mu Tianyan first proposed, "why don't we go out and exchange some spirit stones?"

Two people and one beast were promoted, and a total of hundreds of millions of spirit stones were spent.

Among them, Lu Zijia, the spiritual root of all waste materials, used the most spiritual stones, 70 million, yes, 70 million spiritual stones!

The reason why the whole department of waste materials is called the whole department of waste materials is not unreasonable. In fact, if the whole department of waste materials want to be promoted, the resources needed are several times or even dozens of times that of single Linggen.

It's not too much to be a proper bucket!

Lu Zijia's budget is 60 million or 70 million spirit stones, and the other 30 million spirit stones are spare. Who knows... Sure enough, she still underestimates her level of all waste materials!

But fortunately, they have all been promoted smoothly, otherwise they will have to love her to death.

"I think we need to pick up more lists after we go out."

Lu Zijia touched her ears and said that she wanted to cry without tears.

In her spirit stone Cary, only he Lianqi Guang lost 50 million to her, and there are only two or three million contributions left.

She has a big bucket and has to raise one, two, three, four or five small buckets. Don't be too sad. There are trees!

Wan huanling silk, who had been hungry for nine years, saw that his master had only a few spiritual stones in his hand. He was so wronged that he wanted to cry.

It must be the bastard of the pagoda who is greedy for ink and the master's spirit stone!

Wan huanling silk, who felt that he had the truth, flew to the top of the pagoda angrily, and then suddenly a kilo fell.

"Ow! You stinky silk, don't go too far! I really thought I couldn't beat you, didn't I? Believe it or not, I cut you! "

The pagoda, which had pulled out half of itself, was suddenly hammered back to the Lingtian. Suddenly, he was angry and screamed.

"Hum! Cut and cut, you can get up and cut! "

Wan huanling silk said angrily and stepped hard with her feet. It seemed that she was going to plant the pagoda in the spirit field.

Looking at the wanhuanling silk that suddenly hit the pagoda, Lu Zijia tilted his head for unknown reasons.

However, before she asked, she suddenly felt that the small array they arranged in the back mountain of the martial arts academy was touched.

Mu Tianyan looked solemn, "someone is approaching us."

With Mu Tianyan's voice falling, Lu Zijia was moved, and the two suddenly appeared at the bottom of the cliff where they had been robbed.

At the moment of leaving the space, the two people had a tacit understanding and quickly removed the two thunder inducing arrays, and other traces were also dealt with.

In less than ten breaths, they packed up and ran away in the opposite direction.

When Du he and Kou sun arrived at the edge of the cliff, Lu Zijia and Mu Tianyan had long disappeared.

"People should have left."

Du he glanced at the bottom of the cliff and frowned.