Among the five paranoid male protagonists, who do you want me to choose?

Zhen Wuqing didn't stare at him, but took the opportunity to snatch back his precious wooden fish.

There was another round of arrow attack, and this time the intervals between them were even shorter than the last time, as if they had just touched its reverse scale and were now attacking them like crazy.

The silver-white color was like magatama, destroying everything around it.

A few people narrowly avoided this wave of attacks. The arrows on the ground could come back at any time, and they also knew that they had no choice now and could only go all the way to the end.

Looking at the deep pit in front of her, Yu Zhao did not hesitate and jumped in with one hand. Song Yulan followed her not far away, her nerves tense, observing her surroundings nervously. It was pitch black around her and she could not see anything clearly.

It would be better to take out a few night pearls for lighting.

The pit was not too bad for those of them with smaller frames, but it was much more uncomfortable for the other two tall male cultivators. They were hunched over like seventy-year-old women.

Perhaps it was too uncomfortable, Ye Qingshan couldn't help but crawl forward like a caterpillar. If he didn't care about shame, he would still crawl very fast.

Zhen Wuqing, who was standing at the back, twitched his lips. The creature was crawling like a centipede, which was so ugly. He swallowed his saliva and held it in, still choosing to hunch over and move forward with difficulty.

I can still endure this little bit of hardship.

Yu Zhao walked in the front, observing the movements at all times and being extremely alert. Occasionally he had to stop and wait for the potatoes to be shredded.

When they were almost there, Shredded Potato stopped, raised its paw and patted Yu Zhao's calf.

The little creature stood up and reached Yu Zhao's knees. It chirped again, but Yu Zhao naturally didn't understand what it said, so he turned his head and glanced at the other people.

"Can you understand?"

Although she raised it, she and it are not the same breed. Occasionally, it can understand when it adds some gestures, but now it just speaks without any words and it is hard to understand what it means for a while.

The four people behind shook their heads in unison.

In the end, Xiaoji jumped on the ground to act as an interpreter for the few people.

"This coal briquette said that the front is too hard and it can't dig it out, so it wants you to dig it yourself."

It probably wouldn't be needed next, so Yu Zhao leaned over and put the shredded potatoes into the box.

This thing is called a beast-raising box, and it is specially used to store uncontracted spirit beasts. Put the spirit beast inside and then put it in the storage bag, and there will be no strong feeling of suffocation.

Shredded Potato opened the lid and put its head out again. It was obvious that it was very reluctant to stay in the animal box. Ye Qingshan, who was not far away, was overwhelmed with fatherly love when he saw the poor little guy.

He offered to take it with him. Yu Zhao touched his nose, looking a little strange. "Are you sure?"

"Shredded Potato has a bad temper." She frowned and gave him a shot of warning.

But Ye Qingshan nodded firmly, with great tolerance, "I'll just carry it for a while. I don't mind it being heavy. I can carry it. I don't care about anything else."

At this moment, the shredded potatoes in his eyes looked weak and pitiful. Although they were dark, their big eyes were bright, as if he had applied eight hundred layers of filters to them.

This poor little guy probably wants to get some fresh air. He will protect Leng Quanyi and Potato Shreds and not delay the team's progress.

Yu Zhao sighed and stopped talking. He raised his hand and threw the potato shreds rolled into a ball out. As the saying goes: People cannot be taught once, but things can be learned once.

The flying little coal ball drew a graceful arc in the air, then landed on Ye Qingshan's face with a plop. The little guy quickly climbed onto his thick hair.

Soon, small white balls slid across his cheeks.

Ye Qingshan was as stunned as a humanoid robot, frantically trying to pick up the small white ball, "Yu Zhao, did your spirit beast lay eggs?"

Yu Zhao: "No, it just pooped."

There's a reason this little beast is locked up, because it likes to ride on people's heads and poop.

Ye Qingshan squeezed the little white ball stupidly, which was about to burst. Looking at his hands full of biabia, he was completely stunned.

(?⊿?)?

Yu Zhao asked a soul-searching question at the right moment: "Do you mind?"

do you mind?

Her voice failed to bring Ye Qingshan back to life, and it took him two seconds to calm down. A gentleman's word is as good as gold, and Song Yulan was there too. There were three girls in the team, so he naturally couldn't go back on his word.

Ye Qingshan still insisted, "I don't mind small animals pooping a little."

Yu Zhao thought that even if the sky fell, he would have his mouth to hold it up.

As soon as he finished speaking, Potato Shredded yawned, rolled his eyes, tore off Ye Qingshan's hair, built a nest, lay down and fell asleep.

Song Yulan watched helplessly and couldn't help but give him a look of admiration. What a man! He could even endure this.

Yu Zhao turned her head and focused on moving forward on the closed road. There was a stone blocking their way. It was black and almost shiny, with a hint of oil on it. She tentatively used the Jinghong Knife in her hand to chop it twice.

Two sparks of lightning flashed, almost blinding my eyes.

Simple brute force won't work. It looks like this thing is the body of a crossbow, and it can go straight into someone's home.

Zhen Wuqing glanced at the stone twice more and said, "This seems to be a meteorite, the product of some powerful beings ascending to heaven and producing strange phenomena. It is said that some meteorites still contain the immortal energy of immortals."

Fairy spirit? Yu Zhao was more concerned about whether they could get through. It would be too embarrassing to be stuck on the second floor. The exit might be under this stone.

"Can this thing be moved or destroyed?"

Zhen Wuqing selectively answered the previous question. After all, immortal things were difficult to destroy with external forces. "It should be possible to move it, but this thing weighs a hundred thousand pounds. Even an ordinary physical cultivator may not be able to lift it."

Finally, it was his turn to perform. Ye Qingshan took the lead, raised his hand enthusiastically, and said, "I'll do it!"

As the only physical trainer in the whole venue, he had no choice but to do it.

Yu Zhao and Song Yulan used shovels to dig up the soil and continued to expand the space to make it easier for him to move around.

She was quite skilled at this job, and her digging technique was very professional. Yu Zhao couldn't help but look at the senior sister twice with admiration. Song Yulan, who was standing by, was also secretly watching her. Junior Sister Yu was even more experienced at digging than she was, and it was obvious that she had done it many times before.

Yu Zhao smiled politely, "Big Sister, you know me. I often loosen up the soil in Qingcheng Mountain."

Song Yulan, who was standing by, touched the hair at her temples and said, "What a coincidence! I also often dig up other people's graves."

After she said this, the whole audience looked at her in silence.

Song Yulan accidentally said what was in her heart. Her back stiffened and she immediately waved her hands to cover it up. "Hahahahahaha, what I meant was that I often weed the grave of my master and visit his grave."

Just looking for something.

A few of them nodded tacitly and responded with a few scattered "hmm" and "oh".