This time, Hu Qing ran the exercises and heart techniques at the same time. The fighting spiritual power in his body was suppressed by the large amount of spiritual power rushing out of his Dantian. He was forced to walk on the planned path, and everything he passed was like a regular army suppressing a riot.
After going from one place to another, I finally straightened it out and returned to Dantian.
Hu Qing's figure slowly lost weight, her green snake-like blood vessels also fell back, and her skin returned to normal. When she felt that her whole body was so cold that she came to her senses, she was shocked.
Collapsed and fell to the ground.
It’s so scary, I’ll never eat it randomly again from now on.
Hu Nuan: Children know the truth, but mothers don’t.
Hu Qing took out a steamed bun from his storage bag and ate it in small bites before regaining some strength. He stood up slowly while holding on to the blacksmithing table, and his eyes were attracted by the things on the table.
It was a long thorn, about one meter long, with a smooth spiral body, a pointed top, and a diameter of two to three centimeters at the bottom.
Hu Qing looked at the refining furnace, and there was only an unburnable egg nestled quietly inside, which happened to be blocking the fire outlet.
Hu Qing glanced at it and ignored it. He looked through all the storage bags and found that there were no weapons-refining materials inside.
So, so much material was condensed into this round thorn without her realizing it.
Hu Qing was confused, so why did he refine such a thing?
She flipped through the Weapon Refining Encyclopedia in her mind.
She had reason to suspect that the Weapon Refining Encyclopedia opened to her was only the tip of the iceberg, because the first page of the content she saw clearly stated: Mortal Chapter.
She turned to the end and didn't see any other articles. It can be seen that based on her current level, she can only read ordinary articles.
She asked Juanbu what it meant. She asked Juanbu impatiently and then dismissed her with one sentence: You are so weak.
Hu Qing was choked and had nothing to say. After he recovered, he obscenely asked if the silk cloth had fallen from the top. How could you be so capable and end up in a small world of cultivation?
She was so arrogant and didn't know how to speak properly when asking for help, so of course Silk Bu ignored her.
But Hu Qing immediately treated the complete collection of weapon refining, the Golden Fire Chapter and the Art of Spring God given by Juanbu as treasures to Rare. These are the things of immortals.
Silk cloth: I’ve never seen anything like that.
Speaking of which, in the mortal chapter of the Weapon Refining Encyclopedia, which is only available in the world of cultivation, the classification of the weapons that can be refined in the world of cultivation is quite careless, and the words are very disdainful.
The levels of monks are divided into: magic weapon, magic weapon, and spiritual treasure. Each is further divided into upper, middle and lower levels. There are three major levels and nine minor levels.
The classification method of the complete collection of weapon refining: upper, middle and lower - ordinary grade.
Quite perfunctory.
Hu Qing knew without looking that the round thorns she had unknowingly made must be of low quality. But she still wanted to struggle. Using the method mentioned in the Weapon Refining Encyclopedia, after identifying it, it turned out to be low quality.
Hahaha.
However, there is a method for identifying the attributes of the Five Elements in the Artifact Refining Encyclopedia. Hu Qing checked and found that this round thorn has the attributes of the Five Elements.
She thought about the spiritual stones that Haisai had eaten, and they also had five elements.
By the way, those materials, too.
So, what is the function of this round thorn?
What's the use of being tired of silk cloth? Don't you know if you recognize the master?
Fortunately, Hu Qing was finally smart this time. He poked the tip of the round thorn with his finger, and a drop of blood came out and was absorbed by the round thorn. He immediately had an idea in his mind about how to use the round thorn.
She screamed in surprise. She held the thick end of the round thorn and flicked it. The spiral stretched and straightened from one meter to more than two meters. Then it retracted and returned to its original shape.
Hu Qing held the round thorn and poked it hard on the floor, making a small hole. With a thought in her mind, she flicked it sideways, and the round thorn softened and automatically wrapped around her arm, like a row of pancakes.
An antique silver bracelet with a light golden red color.
The key is that the last piece of information that the round thorn fed back to her is that it can be improved.
Hu Qing was so pleasantly surprised that she accidentally refined a treasure that could grow. But she knew that none of the magic weapons sold in Baopingfang had this function.
"I'm really an ordinary little genius in weapon refining." Hu Qing caressed the row of silver bracelets on her left forearm and traced them circle by circle: "What name should I give you?"
"Ah, look at you, you are so slender, long and smooth, and the color is so special. You look like a kind of snake I have seen. Let's call it - White Kiss."
White Kiss is a kind of python. Its cold touch is close to the skin, like a cold-blooded spirit creature.
With a thought in mind, Hu Qing adjusted the white kiss and put it into his sleeve. He touched the thick and smooth end and waited for some good materials to make a new handle.
When she was finally happy enough and came out of the refining room, she thought of a problem of survival: after digging for a month, not only did she not earn a penny, but she also paid a lot of money for meat and vegetables. She didn't even count the labor!
Really, that little girl Yin Ning is so incapable of getting into trouble, why should she give away a piece or two of spiritual stones?
After counting his belongings, although there was still an integer of 100 mid-grade spiritual stones, Hu Qing thought about the next year's rent and what he was going to buy, which would only be more and more refining materials - oh, by the way,
As her skills improved, the blacksmithing tools she bought from the Mortal Zone were no longer suitable, and the sledgehammer already had many gaps - another expense.
Conclusion: She is poor, as poor as ever.
Let's go do the mission.
Having seen Hu Nuan's life in Chao Huazong with her own eyes, Hu Qing felt relieved. She felt that she could take on some challenging tasks, such as collecting herbs that were only found deep in the forest, or killing a dangerous monster.
beast.
It's just that she is still not sure what her current level of cultivation is. The three states of spiritual power that Yin Ning mentioned, now in her Dantian, apart from no solid state, there is water, there is also Qi, and there are empty areas with nothing.
If I have to describe it, her Dantian is like a big deep pit filled with hot water. There is hot water at the bottom of the pit, and there is a lingering mist on top of the hot water. The areas above where the water vapor cannot reach are empty.
Does other people’s pubic area look like this too?
Hu Qing climbed up to the roof to look at the progress of the project. After estimating the usage, he went directly to the utensil shop to buy some semi-finished materials. To make a slide, you don't need very good ones. Ordinary fine iron can be burned into water with ground fire.
Using spiritual consciousness to control the molding and cooling, the slide board was quickly completed.
The three and a half floors of the roof have also been completed. Thanks to the strong materials here, the house is stable. Hu Qing did not dismantle the triangular roof but directly raised the pillars to build another platform on the roof, and then built a small platform on top of the platform.
Wait for the little fat guy Jin Xin to come and let him dress up.
The log stood deep behind the house, and the slide rotated around the thick log.
Hu Qing let go and worked out the details when they came back. He locked the door and went out. After crossing a street, he met a monk in blue clothes. The monk glanced over with a faint look, frowned slightly, and his eyes became
Even more indifferent, treating her like a passing air.
A very faint scent hung on the tip of Hu Qing's nose. She endured walking a long distance before raising her hand to rub her itchy nose.
She had smelled this kind of aroma in Nonghua Pavilion, indoors, when Shui Xin took her to kill people.
Looking at him with such a wantless look, he turned out to be a Huacong guest.
