After Luo Quandong was beaten by Xia Tian, he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.
Those star points and light floating in the air were naturally recovered quickly, and finally condensed into a thumb-sized crystal-like object, which fell into Zhao Qingqing's hand.
"What is this?"
Zhao Qingqing spread the thing in the palm of his hand and found that its surface was transparent, but there were more than a dozen white star dots flowing inside, and there were very thin lines connecting them: "Are those dots inside alive?
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Xia Tian doesn't seem to know what it's called, but it's not difficult for him: "Those star points are called critical points, and the white lines are called dividing lines, so the magic weapon is called a teleportation treasure."
"Master, are you serious?"
Even though Zhao Qingqing was very convinced of Xia Tian, she also had some suspicions that he was talking nonsense.
"No matter what it is called, this thing is of no use anyway."
Xia Tian returned to his nonchalant look.
Zhao Qingqing was stunned for a moment and said in confusion: "Didn't Luo Quandong use it just now?"
"It's too damaged, so only idiots without spiritual energy can still use it."
Xia Tian explained lazily: "We are immortal cultivators. Once the spiritual energy passes in, this thing will be destroyed directly."
"Can't it be fixed?"
Zhao Qingqing asked: "What if we cooperate with fingerprints and spells?"
Xia Tian curled his lips: "The spells and fingerprints are all deceptive and of no use."
It is true that Luo Quandong does not know any spells, but he has learned some hand seals, but they have nothing to do with this magic weapon.
He got this magic weapon from a strange space in an ancient tomb many years ago. According to his inference, it should be a relic of a certain immortal cultivator. It took him a long time to figure out the purpose of the broken magic weapon.
One is the transmission function, and the other is the prison function.
It's a pity that Luo Quandong is not an immortal cultivator and has no spiritual energy in his body, so he cannot use those two functions freely.
The magic weapon is usually kept warm with various antiques containing thin spiritual energy to prevent the remaining magic weapon from being completely damaged.
Because of the instability of the magic weapon, Luo Quandong could not use it often, and he was also afraid that it would be noticed by other powerful people, so he made up a set of so-called spells and fingerprints to confuse others.
Ordinary people might be fooled when they see Luo Quandong's serious handprints and obscure spells. For example, people from the Wan Gu Society were also fooled by Luo Quandong, so they cooperated with him.
Xia Tian saw through Luo Quandong's tricks at a glance. She didn't bother to expose him before, but she was quite interested in the magic weapon he had hidden, so she kept waiting for this idiot to use it, but was disappointed.
"Master, where have all the people who were taken away by this... uh, 'teleportation treasure' gone?"
Zhao Qingqing didn't know how to call the thing in his hand, so he could only call it the name Xia Tian gave it.
Xia Tian was not curious about this at all, and said casually: "I guess he was randomly teleported somewhere. He's not dead anyway. If you're concerned, you can ask someone to look for him."
"Forget it."
Zhao Qingqing asked again: "Master, what happened to the old man who turned into a ball of energy and absorbed it?"
"It doesn't have this function at all. The idiot named Luo is just acting to scare us."
Xia Tian said lazily.
Zhao Qingqing suddenly felt extremely unhappy, so she called the Tiandao team and took Luo Quandong, who was still alive and dead, and Luo Yuming, who was already asleep in the room, back to the Tiandao team.
"Master, what is this thing to deal with this thing?"
Zhao Qingqing stayed to accompany the summer, and the things in his palm were lit up to summer.
Summer said with a smile: "Green girl, if you like it, you can collect it, just use it as a pendant."
Do magic weapon as a pendant?
Although Zhao Qingqing felt that this little thing was really beautiful, he still shook his head: "Get it away, maybe it can be used for one day."
"That's also with you."
There is no different opinion in summer, just saying: "It's a bit hungry, let's eat something."
Zhao Qingqing looked around, the terrain was surrounded by mountains and rivers, and there were villas surrounded by villas. Basically, there was no place to eat: "It seems that there is no food here, should we go back to eat?"
"No need, just find a place just."
Summer was holding Zhao Qingqing's thin waist, and the figure flashed to a quite prosperous urban area.
Looking at the past, the shops on both sides are standing, neon flicker everywhere, which is very different from the scene just now.
"Master, what do we eat, barbecue?"
Zhao Qingqing knew the amount of food in summer, and the general shop is probably not feeding him. "I remember a barbecue shop in front of him is pretty good."
Summer nodded and agreed: "Okay, then go and see."
After walking forward for a while, they encountered a few distribution leaflets. Wearing unified volunteer costumes seemed to be doing something.
Zhao Qingqing took one with a hand and opened it. It was found that it was a garbage classification. She couldn't help but look at it a few more times, and then put it in my pocket twice.
"You are sick! What are you stop!"
At this time, a shocking roar suddenly sounded not far away, and it was shocked that the human eardrums had a feeling that it was about to break.
Zhao Qingqing couldn't help but glance at it, and found that a middle -aged man around forty years old was rushing to a 18 -year -old volunteer girl.
The young girl was not frightened, just reminded: "This gentleman, you all mixed together, it is best to do a classification and throw it into the corresponding trash."
"I divide your mother X, Lao Tzu threw the garbage for decades, so do you want you to teach!"
The middle -aged man's face was quite horizontal, staring at the girl and cursing: "Go and go, Lao Tzu wants to talk to you here."
"Sir, we are volunteers, and we are doing how to distinguish the activities of pretending garbage. As long as you spend about five to ten minutes, you can clearly distinguish what garbage these are."
The young girl is quite calm, and still says with Yan Yueye: "Doing a good job of garbage is also responsible for our environment, responsible for the earth, and responsible for our future ..."
The middle -aged man is quite impatient, "Do you want to classify you to divide yourself, do you delay the time of Lao Tzu?"
"Sir, I think you still spend some time to know some."
The young girl is petite and cute, and her character is somewhat soft and rigid. She is not scared by the big voice of a middle -aged man. Continue to persuade: "The garbage classification is only a promotion period. If the official regulations are issued,
You throw garbage like this, but you have to be fined.
The maximum may be fined 200 yuan ... "The girl's words have not finished, the middle -aged man took out his wallet directly, the two fingers clamped a few hundred -dollar bills and thrown it directly on the girl's face:" Say a long time, just don't just want it, don't just want
Money, Lao Tzu gives you five hundred, hemp to Lao Tzu! "
The young girl had obviously never experienced such a thing. She couldn't help but be stunned. She didn't come back to her senses for a while and quickly picked up the money that fell on the ground.
The onlookers couldn't help but feel contempt after watching this, thinking that this girl really does love money.
But after the young girl picked up the money, she caught up with the middle-aged man and returned the money to him: "Sir, I am a volunteer, please keep the money.
Garbage classification is your and my responsibility. Doing so is good for you, me and everyone.
I don’t want to force you to do anything, but I hope you can spend a little time to do such a small thing that is beneficial to society.”
"I don't classify the trivial things about Linima, I just throw them away. What the hell can you do to me!"
The middle-aged man was also very angry. He kicked up the black garbage bag he had just thrown beside the trash can. The garbage inside immediately spilled all over the floor, and some of it even got on the shoes of Zhao Qingqing and Xia Tian.
and trousers.
Several other volunteers couldn't help but come over to persuade them, but they were roughly pushed to the ground by the middle-aged man and even kicked a few times.
"Sir, why are you hitting someone?"
The young girl wanted to persuade her a few more words, "It's wrong for you to do this..." "What's the matter, I even beat you!"
The middle-aged man raised his hand and slapped her away. Seeing how powerful this attack was, it would definitely not be easy. If the slap was serious, the girl's face would definitely swell.
"What are you doing?"
Zhao Qingqing rushed over with a quick stride, raised her leg and kicked the middle-aged man to the ground, "Who left the dog when they went out and forgot to give you a leash, right?"
The middle-aged man did not expect that someone would dare to kick him. He grinned in pain and cursed at Zhao Qingqing: "Who the hell are you? What does my teaching her have to do with you? I want you to mind your own business here!"
"My name is Zhao Qingqing, and what I like most is nosy, let alone a grown man bullying a little girl's nosy!"
The temper of Zhao Qingqing, a heroine who always supports the strong and supports the weak, suddenly surged up and she glared at the middle-aged man fiercely.
It has to be said that Zhao Qingqing's name is quite famous. As soon as she signed up, someone in the crowd immediately shouted: "She is Qingqing Heroine!"
"It's really her. As expected, wherever there is injustice, there is her!"
"This man has been offended, and he actually met the Qingqing heroine who hates evil so much."
"Qingqing Heroine, don't spare him, beat him hard."
The middle-aged man seemed to have heard of Zhao Qingqing's name, and he couldn't help but feel a little frightened, and immediately said, "I didn't bully her, she was obviously bullying me.
I just came here to throw out the trash, and she insisted on asking me to do some promotional activities. I said no, but she kept pestering me.
I have to meet a few important clients later, can you afford to pay for the delay in important things?"
"Sir, this is a volunteer activity, not a sales promotion, and we have never sold you anything."
The young girl explained calmly: "Besides, sorting garbage is what we all should do."
"Okay, okay, I'm wrong this time, okay."
The middle-aged man saw that there were more and more people watching, and some were taking pictures with their mobile phones, so he felt unlucky: "I will pay attention next time, and I will never do it again."
Zhao Qingqing saw the man turn around and wanted to run away, so he took two steps forward to stop him and handed him the folded flyer: "Today you must memorize the contents on this list and then pick up the garbage on the ground.
Get up and sort it for me according to the categories, otherwise, believe it or not, I will throw your head into the hazardous trash can?"
The middle -aged man was scared now, so he had to obediently carry the content on the leaflet, and then in the eyes of the public, he was honestly divided into the category, and then put it into the corresponding trash can.
Young girls and several other volunteers couldn't help but thank Zhao Qingqing, and she would pull her to eat for a supper.
Zhao Qingqing had to look at summer and ask him for his opinion.
Summer is of course an expressionless expression. Anyway, what to eat, where to eat, he always doesn't pay much attention, as long as he eats full.