Zhang Xiaohan naturally knew that Wang Lin would be surprised. He thought that when she first ate scorpions, she was also suspicious. She stood up and said, "Put these things here first, I'll take you out to pick up firewood."

Of course, he could get out of the formation he set up by himself. Looking at Wang Lin's speechless look, Zhang Xiaohan waved his hand: "This scorpion is a monster. The scorpion meat is delicious. Hurry up, follow me, if you take the wrong step, I can't save you."

He took Wang Lin out of the formation, Wang Lin waved his flying sword a few times, and a large amount of dry firewood appeared. Zhang Xiaohan smiled and directed Wang Lin to cut the big dry firewood into the same length, and then he put it in the storage bag.

When I went back, I set up a fire, picked the clean and neat part of the scorpion meat, pierced it with hard branches, and set it on the fire and roasted it.

Wang Lin finally couldn't help it: "Junior sister, these materials..."

Zhang Xiaohan waved his hand: "I am two-thirds, you are one-third, does that scorpion poison have an antidote? By the way, try how hard the pair of pliers are. If these pair of pliers are refined into magic tools, well, can you refine a shield or a heart protection mirror or something?"

Wang Lin shook his head: "Junior sister, you killed this scorpion, how could I want it?"

Zhang Xiaohan then glanced at Wang Lin and said, "Of course it's because I killed me, but I only need two-thirds of it, otherwise it will be divided equally."

Wang Lin looked at Zhang Xiaohan with a complicated expression. Zhang Xiaohan's little face was rosy by the bonfire. Her wonderful eyes were on the scorpion flesh in front of her. She flipped the branches from time to time and smeared some seasonings she made on it. She didn't expect how many spirit stones she gave out as soon as she opened her mouth.

"Junior sister. I estimate these materials. Scorpion poison alone can be worth three hundred low-grade spirit stones. These two pliers and shields are not enough, but the heart protection mirror can produce two. If it is sold to the master, it will be at least one thousand low-grade spirit stones. If it is set up a stall, there will be more. If the weapon refiner in the refining room is asked to make a heart protection mirror, it will probably cost 1,000 low-grade spirit stones. The remaining hard shells and eight claws are not worth estimating. There are always one thousand low-grade spirit stones."

Wang Lin thought Zhang Xiaohan didn't understand the value of these materials, so he explained it.

Zhang Xiaohan's hand did not pause. He flipped the branches and thought for a while after hearing this: "Don't sell the pliers. Ask the weapon refiner in the refining room to refine it into a heart protection mirror. We each one, and the remaining materials will be replaced with spirit stones, and the cost will be almost the same."

"How can this be done? I didn't have any strength." Wang Lin said hurriedly.

"Who said you didn't put in the effort? The materials were not broken down? Which of these things is worth is not what you told me? That's it." Zhang Xiaohan waved his hand: "You should keep these materials. My storage bags are all eaten, so you can't put them together."

Although Zhang Xiaohan has a storage bag for prey, it is now stored in some firewood, which takes up some space.

Wang Lin was stunned for a moment. Seeing that Zhang Xiaohan was not like a joke, he silently put away everything, then cleaned the ground, and the useless things were burned to ashes, the air was cleaner, and the aroma of barbecue spread.

Wang Lin sat on the other side of the fire, watching Zhang Xiaohan's attention on the barbecue. He remembered that the flying knife she had just flew like lightning, and only dragged out black afterimages in the air. He couldn't help but ask, "Junior sister, why did your flying knife make it so fast?"

When Zhang Xiaohan heard this, he couldn't help but think of Xiaobao. He thought of his first match with Xiaobao. Unfortunately, at that time, he only refined a fire-type flying knife, and his practice with Xiaobao was just a flying knife. If it were now, Xiaobao would not know if he could avoid his five flying knives.

He smiled and said, "I practiced. I used to have a sparring training. Its speed was so fast. My sword speed was achieved with it."

Wang Lin nodded silently, but he understood it wrongly, thinking that it was Senior Brother Song Chensha. If he got the guidance of Senior Brother Song Chensha, he would of course be different from himself.

However, he did not expect that this had nothing to do with Song Chensha. Zhang Xiaohan's flying knife was so fast that it was inseparable from Zhang Xiaohan's spiritual sense. Zhang Xiaohan himself did not expect this. She only knew that her spiritual sense was stronger than that of cultivators of the same level, and this was carefully preserved by her as a secret.

The meat of the monster has a special aroma. After the scorpion meat is roasted, Zhang Xiaohan is a little greedy. Seeing Wang Lin's suspicious gaze, he laughed: "Scorpion meat is delicious and very nourishing. You can only eat one large piece at a time."

Of course, the excess needs to be stored. Seeing Zhang Xiaohan's delicious look, Wang Lin opened his mouth suspiciously.

I have to say that I have a good time with Zhang Xiaohan. Although I have only had one meal a day for a few days, Wang Lin felt that he had never enjoyed it like this.

The scorpion's flesh was indeed nourishing. After swallowing a large piece of barbecue, a fire-like heat immediately surged from his abdomen, and Wang Lin immediately sat down cross-legged.

Zhang Xiaohan did not waste these spiritual energy. For the first time, she did not sacrifice the mini room. Just next to the fire, the two of them silently used their skills to refine the spiritual energy in their bodies.

In the middle of the night, Wang Lin retreated from his cultivation state, and the bonfire had long been extinguished. It was pitch black around him, and the stars on his head seemed particularly dazzling.

Zhang Xiaohan was still sitting cross-legged, and Wang Lin looked at Zhang Xiaohan's figure silently. This figure was a little thin in the night, but he no longer looked down on this figure.

Originally, after learning that Zhang Xiaohan was forming a team, the first thing he thought of was to protect her. Although Zhang Xiaohan saved him from the mouth of the iron wire python, he thought that it was because Zhang Xiaohan was not afraid of the poisonous gas of the python, which was a lucky draw.

Along the way, Zhang Xiaohan's caution made him so sure, but in the battle with the giant scorpion, Zhang Xiaohan's combat power brought great shock to Wang Lin and completely changed his views.

She was not like a monk in the early stage of foundation building at all. Wang Lin asked himself that if the flying knife was greeted by him, he would definitely not be able to avoid it.

Sighing silently, Wang Lin stood up quietly, took a few steps back, remembering Zhang Xiaohan's speed of shooting out the knife, thought for a while, and sacrificing the flying sword.

The flying sword was hanging in front of him. Wang Lin reached out and touched it for a while. How could he be so fast? Suddenly, a dangerous feeling enveloped him, and he instinctively blocked the flying sword in front of him.

"Ding", with a small collision, a red light bounced up from the flying sword in front of him and rushed directly to his eyes. He was shocked and moved the flying sword in a flash, but it was still half a beat slower. He seemed to feel the burning heat brought by the fiery red flying knife in front of him.

The flying knife hung less than an inch in front of Wang Lin's eyes, and suddenly retreated. Zhang Xiaohan's voice came from his ears: "You are too slow, come again."

Wang Lin's cold sweat fell. He looked at Zhang Xiaohan. Zhang Xiaohan stood up at some point and looked at him with a smile.

Zhang Xiaohan was practicing with him, and his heart suddenly relaxed.

"Be careful." Zhang Xiaohan's flying knife flew over.

Wang Lin immediately focused on his spirits.

Except for Zhao Wenbin, this is the first time Zhang Xiaohan has fought with other monks. After building the foundation, Zhang Xiaohan has not had the chance to fight with others, and he has no idea about the level of monks at each stage.

Yes, since she entered the Xuanzhen Sect, all the small and big matches of the sect were cancelled, which made her not know anything about the monks except herself.

She had long been looking forward to having an opportunity to compete with other monks, and she could have a comparison in her heart. How is her current ability different from other monks?

As soon as she fought with Wang Lin, she could see the gap between the two.

The first is the spiritual consciousness. What Zhang Xiaohan can be sure of is that the more powerful the spiritual consciousness, the more flexible the control of magic weapons will be. Wang Lin's spiritual consciousness is obviously not as powerful as himself.

The flying sword moves too slowly and is not flexible enough.

The flying sword that Wang Lin used was issued by the sect, but Zhang Xiaohan asked herself that if she used it, it would definitely be faster than Wang Lin. This is the benefit of the powerful spiritual sense and the reaction is also sensitive.

The second is spiritual power. The Five Elements Willow Leaf Flying Knife has been sacrificed and refined. Zhang Xiaohan can easily control it, but the flying sword fired by the master only needs to be used simply sacrificed and refined. But similarly, urging the flying sword not only requires spiritual consciousness, but also requires spiritual power.

Therefore, it is very important to improve the level of cultivation. When each level is improved, the corresponding increase is the increase in spiritual power. Only when the spiritual power is strong can the time to control the magic weapon be extended.

The two of them had only fought with the flying swords and the flying sword for half a cup of tea, and Zhang Xiaohan estimated that Wang Lin's spiritual power was coming. He was in the middle stage of foundation building, but his spiritual power was far less heavy than that of himself.

Zhang Xiaohan was sure that even if the two of them were not fighting for the flying swords and swords, but the spiritual power they were fighting for, Wang Lin was at most comparable to his own.

After practicing with Wang Lin for a while, Zhang Xiaohan was calm and Wang Lin was in a hurry. A quarter of an hour later, Zhang Xiaohan took back the flying knife, Wang Lin's flying sword was suspended in the air, and the person let out a long sigh.

"I will practice with you for a while every day from now on." Zhang Xiaohan said: "My flying knife has been sacrificially and is connected to my mind. If I use the flying sword fired by the master, the speed may be slower."

Wang Lin nodded: "Thank you, junior sister." Wang Lin knew that Zhang Xiaohan was giving him a way out.

Thank you for a word of thanks, I actually really regarded Zhang Xiaohan as the captain.

Zhang Xiaohan smiled slightly, patted the storage bag, and added a large piece of scorpion meat in his hand. He threw it over and said, "I know the benefits of scorpion meat this time, I'm going to make up for it."

Wang Lin took it with a smile, without any politeness, walked to the extinguished bonfire, and the barbecue was still steaming. He took a big bite and saw Zhang Xiaohan sitting next to him without eating, he asked strangely: "Junior sister, why don't you eat it?"

Thinking of the fact that there is still a lot of barbecue.

Zhang Xiaohan shook his head: "I feel tired of eating too much, so I'd better eat a spiritual fruit." After replenishing the scorpion meat, she was reluctant to eat it. She had many ways to replenish her spiritual power, but she just didn't want Wang Lin to know. (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, novels are better and faster!
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