Ask the Thunder Dragon in Dantian: Do you want to eat the ore?
Thunder Dragon Tsundere: Not everything is suitable for me.
Hu Qing could only understand: If you like someone, please tell me in time.
She felt that the thunder dragon might have given birth to a spirit and a weapon spirit first.
Silk cloth: "It's possible, but it's very difficult in the lower world. Even if a weapon spirit is born, the intelligence will not be too high, and it will be far behind me."
"Of course I can't compare to you. You are more powerful than an immortal."
Silk cloth wanted to grin but held back: "Exaggerated."
"It's not an exaggeration. You can't say you are more powerful than all the immortals, but with your experience and knowledge, you are definitely more powerful than most immortals." Hu Qing said sincerely, "Is it because I have a crude knowledge?"
Silk cloth coughed: "Now you have gained some knowledge."
Hu Qing laughed, and his thoughts stirred up the space, Xuesha Bead, Wuqingsi and Xiao Xuanxue, telling them to tell her if they wanted anything.
The three uncles condescended to say "high", only Xiao Xuanxue said cheerfully: "Okay."
Hu Qing couldn't help cursing in his heart, those three previous masters were definitely not good people, it depends on what they taught them.
I looked at the Kunming Vajra Winged Jade coiled in the space. It was wrapped in a ball of spiritual consciousness and was sitting still. Let's coil it slowly.
After tidying up the space, I accidentally saw a sign thrown on the ground.
The sign that I met the devil halfway through the ancient cemetery inspired Senior Lingzhi Daquan to come out to fight, and the cave collapsed when he escaped.
It seems to be the devil's seal.
I picked it out. I haven't bothered to study it for a long time.
The rust was so thick that it was as thick as a brick and larger than a brick. It made people suspect that the things inside had also turned into rust and were hopeless.
It's very heavy and looks scummy when you touch it.
Hu Qing took an iron awl, poked a hole, penetrated half an inch, turned it around, and the scum fell. He poked it with the awl for a long time, and the fallen scum was spread out with animal skins.
He barely showed his true face.
Use a small file and carefully grind off the rust covering it until the lines are clean.
It's just an iron sign. The material looks like iron, but it's definitely not iron. In a place like that, iron can't withstand embroidery at all. It's as thick as the palm of your hand, just right to hold, and it's no more than twenty centimeters long. There are no words on it, just a few simple lines.
The pattern is shallow, with one end blunt and two rounded corners protruding from the other end. The overall image - can it be used as a shoe sole?
Silk cloth: "How dare you think about it. Just keep it."
"What is this?"
"A magic weapon."
Hu Qing had already thought that it was a magic weapon. The one that sealed the devil must be a magic weapon: "How much is it worth?"
Silk cloth: "It's worth your head."
Hu Qingmo: "Will the demons rob him?"
"Nonsense, the treasure that can seal those demons must be a treasure from the lower realm. If you take it out, you will die. Just throw it into space, and don't tell Hu Nuan."
Hu Qing: "Why should I pick it?"
Silk cloth: "Use it after ascending, and then take it to the flea market to sell it. How much can it cost?"
That's all.
I lit a fire and burned the sign until it was pitch black and shiny. I packed it in a small wooden box and threw it into a corner of the space that was rarely used.
Brand: Rub, you know who I am!
Silk cloth: Everyone here is better than you, so hang back, you bastard.
Hu Qing tidied up the space. Bai Dan was still lying quietly in the warm spiritual stone pile. A piece of shell that had been torn off had grown back. Seeing this, Hu Qing breathed a sigh of relief. What if this happened?
If something happened to Dan, she would be dead.
The shell can be repaired automatically, which shows that the egg has strong vitality. When the young master inside hatches one day, send it away as soon as possible, and she will be freed from the curse.
And in the area where the gold-swallowing beast expanded, which she couldn't enter, a pile of minerals suddenly appeared outside the gate. Is this the poop after the beast has absorbed it? Let her clean it up?
Hu Qing stepped forward silently, "Very good, they are all of good quality. Master Divine Beast is really - kind to her."
With a thought, those mines moved aside.
Hu Qing glanced at the area where the white mist was as thick as milk. She was obviously following Hu Nuan, but how did she manage to absorb nutrients from the space of her sea of consciousness?
There are unpredictable methods in the fairy world.
With his consciousness withdrawing, Hu Qing took out the Hanamaki steamed buns, skewered them on iron bars, roasted them on the fire, peeled them off piece by piece, and ate them, focusing on the white kiss to absorb them.
Bai Qi is a picky person who only wants to eat better. Fortunately, she has the backing of the gold-swallowing beast. Otherwise, Bai Qi will not let it eat such a top-grade ore no matter what.
By the way, if Bai Qi eats such a good ore, can he become a spiritual treasure?
So looking forward to it.
In the refining furnace, Bai Kiss digested a large ball of ore solution, and when his stomach was full, he flew out like a drunkard.
When someone is drunk, he will be drunk.
Hu Qing grasped the bottom. The size and thickness of the white kiss did not change, only the flame patterns on the body became more fine and dense. Quality. Why is it still a spiritual weapon?
It's a top-grade material, but it only reaches a small level? And it's just barely qualified for a top-grade spiritual weapon, far from a spiritual treasure.
How is this going?
Silk cloth: "What's going on? I have a big appetite."
Hu waved it lightly, and the tip of the white kiss made a sound of air piercing the air: "That's all, the weapon can also challenge higher levels, and the level does not completely represent the strength."
With a white kiss and a happy cry, he returned to his Dantian.
After turning off the ground fire, he was about to collect the refining furnace when his fingers touched it. With a bang, the refining furnace exploded into millions of pieces that flew up and then fell. He was caught off guard and was blown up one by one in the face and then hit in the face.
Her spiritual power was too late to protect her body, but after refining her body, she had reached the toughness of the magic weapon, and the mere physical damage did not cause any damage.
But with spiritual weapons and spiritual treasures, coupled with spiritual power, she couldn't resist it.
You still have to improve yourself.
"The refining furnace is not good enough." Hu Qing sighed, released his spiritual consciousness, accurately grabbed each fragment and threw it into a storage bag, and then cast a cleaning spell.
When we went outside, the clouds were clear, the wind was light, and it was quiet. So, the warriors who went to hunt tigers haven't come back yet?
Of course he didn't come back.
This time, in order to make them remember, they were not allowed to use the middle-grade talisman formations, and they could only use magic weapons. For fourth-level monsters, the sword would be broken into several pieces with just one claw. They were forced to use force.
I use my fists and legs and feet, but it's not slow.
Hu Qing didn't care, the four Nascent Souls were following him. They were still on Chaohua Sect's territory. What could happen? He stretched out, flexed his muscles and admired the picturesque scenery of Chaohua Sect's inner gate, and walked towards
Hu Nuan's cave is here.
There was only one person in the yard, it was a warm spring day, the fragrance of tea lingered, and he was pouring and drinking.
Seeing her, she smiled and said, "But now that I'm back, I can't wander around as a guest. You and Hu Zhuo are not here, and I don't even have anyone to talk to."
Hu Qing sat down opposite him: "When did you come back?"
Chun Lie poured a new cup and pushed it over: "I've been back for five days, and I heard from people here that both you and Hu Zhuo are in retreat."
Hu Qing drank it all, refilled it for himself, drank it all again, and breathed out softly: "This tea is-"
Chun Lie said nonchalantly: "Ling tea smoked with orchid incense."
"No wonder it smells familiar. How are you, have you reconciled with your sister?"
Chun Lie smiled lightly: "It's not far, it's not close, that's it."
