The top of the mountain in the clouds seemed to be cut by a sharp sword, and the cut was as smooth as a tabletop.

In the middle of the smooth mountain top, a tree broke out from the ground and grew stubbornly.

The size of the bucket of that tree is not as thick as a towering tree, and it is not very strange in itself. However, the "fruits" born on that tree are enough to shock the world.

There are nine "fruits" hanging on the tree, and none of them are related to normal fruits.

One of the things was a wooden sword!

The wooden sword was somehow hanging on the branch, looking like the fruit of the tree.

If the wooden sword has something to do with trees, then the other things are simply inseparable.

There is something on the tree, which is actually a sword that is shining with cold light!

The sword is obviously made of metal and is hung on the finger for some reason. No matter how you look at it, they are all fruits naturally generated by the tree.

There is also a small bronze tripod, which is also hung on the tree, looking like a ripe apple, about to fall freely.

The same goes for the other six things.

The trees in front of you and the things on the trees are beyond the cognition of normal people.

Only people from a certain circle do not count as mode for this situation.

Half a century ago, there was a legend in this circle: Someone found a genetic treasure tree in the depths of the wasteland. The fruits produced on the tree were eleven weapons...

The story of the Gene Treasure Tree has been circulated in that noble circle since then.

It is said that the eighteen weapons were eventually divided up by the Alliance giant crocodiles, and the people knew nothing about it.

Back to the topic, the big tree in front of me is surrounded by nine stone benches.

The stone benches seemed to be cut by someone with sharp blades, neatly and uniformly, looking exactly the same.

Nine stone benches could not be moved, they were embedded on the ground, surrounded by strange trees, forming a circle, forming a certain formation pattern.

There are only four stone benches at present, and they are still empty.

There were one person sitting on the other five stone benches.

The five people on the stone bench reflect an obvious age structure and formed the three generations of old, middle-aged and young.

The oldest one is nearly 70 years old, with a kind face and an affinity in ordinary people.

Netizens of this era are not unfamiliar with the old man in front of them. This person is the inspirational legend Uncle Lin who has participated in the 50th Beast Fighting Challenge and has entered the top 500 for the first time this year!

As we all know, Uncle Lin was born at Base No. 3, grew up at Base No. 3, and was old at Base No. 3.

No one knows why the old man left Base No. 3.

No one knows why he has come to the realm of no return.

No one knows how his strength at the internship level passed the test of the Orange Forest, how he withstood the invisible pressure on the mountain top and finally successfully reached the top.

The second oldest was a white old lady in her fifties.

The old lady was not surprising, no one knew what her name was and where she came from.

The third-ranked age is a middle-aged black man.

Unlike the stereotyped black man, the black uncle in front of him is a pocket version, about 1.7 meters tall, and he definitely has a short figure among black people.

The middle-aged black man was as mysterious as the white old woman, and no one knew his origin.

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He was a charming woman with a very charming temperament.

The resident of the Evolved Mingdu is familiar with this woman, and she is Su Yuyan, the property manager.

Today, Su Yuyan was surprisingly quiet, sitting carefully on a stone bench, as if she was guarding her own acre of three-point land.

The fifth person is very different from the first four people, he is a monk.

He was a young Taoist priest with beautiful eyes, with a very spiritual look. He was wearing a cherry-shaped Taoist robe and sat on a stone bench without saying a word.

The little Taoist priest looked only in his teenage years, but he seemed to be the most powerful man present.

The indifferent demeanor between his eyebrows gave people a sense of confidence in victory, just like the other four people joining forces to siege, and the little Taoist priest also had a hundred ways to resolve it.

In general, the five people on the stone bench knew each other, had no common language, and no one said hello.

After a long time, the black man spoke: "Everyone, it's not a solution to wait like this. Why don't we work together to pick things from the tree?"

Su Yuyan said indifferently: "Sorry, I am a weak female, with limited strength and can't help. If you want to do something, I won't stop you. I wish you good luck."

The black man looked at the other three again, all of whom looked indifferent.

The black guy suddenly became deflated and cursed Shat in a low voice.

He tried it when he first came, and went straight to pick the treasures from the tree and used all his energy to feed himself. The nine things hanging on the tree remained motionless.

That scene was like the beauty-bearing fruit on the crooked tree. Whether it was Wu Jinbo or Lito, they could not pick the fruit.

In fact, more than just black men have tried it, but everyone present has tried it, but none of them have succeeded.

At this time, Uncle Lin spoke: "Master, do you really have to wait until nine destined people to lift the ban?"

The handsome little Taoist priest smiled and said, "I am also guessing. There are nine stone benches here, which should not be random arrangements. When one person sits on each stool, there may be unexpected surprises."

The old white lady said coldly: "Is there still four people? It's too difficult to climb to the top of this mountain. It's not easy to come by one person. Are you sure you can get four more guys?"

The little Taoist priest was not angry and always smiled: "Why underestimate the heroes of the world? Since the five of us can come here, what's so strange about four people coming later?"

The white old woman snorted coldly and stopped talking.

At this moment, there were figures in front of me, and three people appeared.

Seeing the appearance of the three people, Su Yuyan was surprised and stood up, and took the initiative to say hello: "Mr. Bai, are you here too?"

The visitors were Bai Tianxiu, Ye Wanying, and Murong Shenyong.

The three of them were remembered by Long Haochen and Lito when they were covered in their faces. Later, they simply showed their faces without a mask. Even if they met Long Haochen, they might not recognize them.

When I saw the five people on the top of the mountain, one man and two woman were very surprised.

Somehow, after reaching the top of the mountain, the invisible pressure suddenly disappeared. The little witch immediately became active and came over to say hello to Su Yuyan. It seemed like a chat, but in fact it was inquiring about information.

Bai Tianxiu said nothing and silently paid attention to the five people who took the lead on the mountain.

When the young man saw Uncle Lin who was not unfamiliar with him, he was secretly shocked and couldn't understand why Uncle Lin came here.

He managed his expression, glanced at the white old woman and the black man, and finally frozen on the little Taoist priest wearing a cherub.

Bai Tianxiu was sure that he had met the little Taoist priest for the first time.

Strangely, the more he looked at the delicate little Taoist priest, the more familiar he felt.
Chapter completed!