Needless to say, the golden nanmu is the royal royal use and is extremely precious.

The dragon scale bamboo is even more so. It takes a hundred years for a bamboo to grow completely. It is as hard as iron, but it feels like silk. No matter how cold or cold you feel, it is not cold or cool.

The price is at least ten thousand taels of silver, but it is still the kind that has a price but no market price.

It was instantly shattered by Qin He.

But this effect is also great.

The strength and magic power of the last thousand years are comparable to the dragon scale bamboo, which can be broken into powder, and its terrifying impact power is even a little confused by the ninth-grade drought.

He buried his head in the soil, paused for several breaths before moving upwards.

Qin He saw this time?

It is worthy of being a ninth-grade drought-ba, can it withstand it?

Come again!

Without saying a word, he turned around and fucked the table where he was drinking, swung it with a "bang", and then hit Hanba's head hard.

Good guy.

Hanba's head was buried in the soil again.

The stall owner's heart hurts again.

Bodhi wood table!

The value is still over ten thousand.

It's inconspicuous, but this information is genuine.

And this is just the beginning.

After swinging the table, Qin He went to swing other things from the stall.

"Bang!"

A stool of Danyang wood.

Valued at 5,000 taels.

This tree is only produced on cliffs and cannot be blocked. It may rise and fall until sunset, which is very rare.

"Bang!"

A rattan chair with dragon blood vine.

The value is unpredictable.

The Dragon Blood Vine is said to be a mutant vine that is bathed in the blood of dragons and can only grow in certain special terrains.

"Bang!"

A plaque of fire-patterned jade.

Fire-patterned jade is produced in lava land with fiery red patterns on it, which is warm and not dry all year round.

Worth thousands of taels.

"Bang!"

Another Danyang Wooden Stool.

"Bang!"

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Anyway, as long as Hanba dares to lift his head out of the soil, Qin He will definitely swing it back and shout again: "Battle it!"

Anyway, you will smash whatever you get.

The effect is quite obvious. After hitting it for more than a dozen times, the drought-bar not only had his legs unstraight, but also had no control over the corpse claws.

After all, no matter how hard your head is, it cannot withstand the use of power and Taoism for thousands of years.

Everyone was stunned.

It was supposed to be a dangerous battle, first the droughty pounded the ground with his head twice, and then with the appearance of this "warrior", his style inexplicably slid to an incredible corner.

They can't even doubt it,

This person who was beaten is really...the ninth grade drought beast?

The contrast was too much, which made them at a loss. They just looked at Qin He busy with work alone with a confused look on their faces.

Seeing Qin He lifting up another bench, some people couldn't stand it anymore.

who?

Stand owner!

As the sixth leader of Lingyunguan, Yin Bailiang has no other hobbies, just likes to collect furniture. The more Qimu he is, the more he likes it.

After traveling for four years, he has fought countless monsters. The furniture on the wine stall looks ordinary, but in fact, each of them is a rare treasure that has no market value, and he has saved it little by little.

Even the big iron pot with warm wine was made of meteorite iron from the sky.

Even if Qin He was so angry, he couldn't stand it anymore.

It's not your home, you don't feel sorry for it.

If you don’t stop me, I will have to return to the front of the clouds overnight.

"Donor, wait!"

Yin Bailiang hurriedly blocked Qin He, reached out and grabbed the latter's raised high bench, and said, "It is not recommended to use weapons to fight, smash furniture."

Qin He paused, weapon?

Yes, the big iron shovel, and the big iron shovel with black iron essence was still very exciting when waving.

But the problem is that if you use this big iron shovel, you will have to expose it immediately.

There are too many acquaintances here and cannot be used.

After using the identity of the first disciple of the Qingniu Daxian, he could no longer hide it.

Although there are many small trumpets in this Daxian, none of them are redundant.

So Qin He shook his head directly: "I don't have weapons~"

Yin Bailiang was speechless, thinking to himself that you don’t even have weapons, how did you do this land god? He hurriedly said: “There are weapons, but you can’t use furniture as weapons.”

"Can't you use furniture?" Qin He was stunned for a moment, thinking that you are so petty and you can't bear to spend a few pieces of old and old furniture.

You just collected more than 1,000 taels of silver.

"No!" Yin Bailiang shook his head firmly.

"Okay, then there is no furniture." Qin He nodded helplessly, put down the bench and returned it to Yin Bailiang.

Yin Bailiang took it and hurriedly left it a little further, so as not to be caught by Qin He again and lost.

However, as soon as he put down the bench, he heard a loud "clang" sound, and the ground under his feet jumped.

Yin Bailiang turned around and saw a black "top hood" covering the head that Hanba had just pulled out, from his head to his neck, perfectly matching.

You can clearly distinguish the appearance of the drought-ba through the hood. The head is the head, the face is the face, and the teeth are the teeth. It is not necessary to fit.

If you look at the dark part again, it is obviously a pool of gray at the bottom of the pot.

On the stove, the large pot of meteorite with warm wine disappeared.

It was suddenly a meteorite iron pot that was hit by Qin He on the head of Hanba and formed a blow.

Everyone: "..."

Yin Bailiang: "…”

"This is not furniture, this is kitchen utensils!" Qin He pointed to the molded hood and emphasized.

There was a ten thousand sound in Yin Bailiang's heart, "Wuliang you Tama's great heavenly lord" and I didn't know who to greet.

But now that things have come to this point, I can only pinch my nose and accept it.

Who makes people a land god?

Come on now. If you don’t let the dry whale dry, you may have to continue smashing the furniture.
Chapter completed!