Yuan Futu picked up the spiritual stones, and just by putting them in his hands, he could feel the powerful elemental power contained in them, which was even stronger than his own true energy.
Lingshi, just like a practitioner's natal pearl or golden elixir, will naturally evolve into elemental power after absorbing enough vitality of heaven and earth, and store it in its own space.
The elemental power of low-level spirit stones is relatively weak, almost the same as that of those who have not been promoted to true essence, but high-level ones will reach the strength of true essence. In addition, the storage space inside the spirit stone also depends on the level.
And the sizes vary.
For example, the spirit stone currently held in Yuan Futu's hand has reached level seven, and the stock inside is extremely abundant. Although it has not yet reached one percent of the golden elixir capacity in his body, as long as there are enough spirit stones, it can sustain
No matter how big the formation is, there is no problem.
The biggest advantage of the spirit stone is that the naturally derived elemental attributes inside it are extremely pure, without any mixed ingredients. There is no need to evolve it in the golden elixir. However, except for Yuan Futu, a monster with a chaotic spirit treasure, others can only use it.
But it cannot be absorbed.
Xiaodouzi stared at the spiritual stones and suddenly said in shock: "Brother Futu is indeed right, there are really high-quality mineral veins here!"
Superior!
When Shi San heard this, the muscles on his face couldn't help but twitch.
Yuan Futu turned his head and glanced at him, then turned his attention to these high-quality spiritual stones. He nodded and said: "But these spiritual stones are distributed too widely. If they are to be mined all, it will inevitably affect the Qinghe tribe, but
No matter what, I have to get the old patriarch to agree to move."
This high-quality mineral vein means that the Jianzong's operation for the next thousand years must be captured!
Shi San said: "It seems that there is really something you two are looking for here. Although I don't understand it very well, I know that the old patriarch is a man of rules and will not give up this land where he has lived for thousands of years."
"There is no rush, it's getting late, let's go back to the tribe first." Yuan Futu put away the spirit stones and arranged a simple formation to seal the gap to prevent the elemental power inside from escaping and being used by other people.
The practitioners noticed.
It didn't take long for everyone to return to the tribe. It was already dusk. The residents of the Qinghe tribe had been busy all day and were resting quietly in their houses.
Yuan Futu and Xiaodouzi returned to the wooden house and saw that Shui'er had prepared a delicious meal.
Xiaodouzi smiled and said, "I have Miss Laoshuier these days."
Shui'er looked at Xiaodouzi's spring-like smile, but she became a little shy and said: "Brother Xiaodouzi saved Shui'er earlier. It's too late to be happy about cooking for you, so how can you work hard."
Yuan Futu sat down, picked up the hot buns and started to eat them. Although he didn't need to eat food at this level, the taste of this world always made people linger, and asked: "How is the old patriarch?"
Already?"
"The old patriarch is still in the ancestral hall. He hasn't come out all day... Ah, by the way, I haven't delivered food to the old patriarch yet, so Shui'er left first." Shui'er said and walked out carrying a bamboo basket.
opened the door.
Xiaodouzi also sat down, opened his cheeks, raised his molars and started eating like a whirlwind.
Yuan Futu couldn't help but feel happy when he saw him eating, and joked: "How about it, Miss Shui'er's craftsmanship is pretty good, right?"
"Of course, of course, it's delicious. I can keep eating like this." Xiaodouzi smiled innocently, his mouth full of food, so his words were a little unclear.
Yuan Futu nodded, "Miss Shui'er is not only good at craftsmanship, but also beautiful, right?"
"Of course, of course..." At this point, Xiaodouzi seemed to have noticed something. He swallowed a mouthful of food, choked and coughed, and muttered: "Brother Futu... you are making fun of me again."
Yuan Futu laughed heartily.
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In the night, the moonlight is like mercury pouring down the ground, passing through the branches and leaves in the dense forest and sparsely shining on the ground.
A horse galloped wildly in the forest, its hoofs stepped hard on the soft ground, bringing up a few traces of soil. Shi San sat on the horse's back with a cold face.
It didn't take long for him to arrive dozens of miles away. The trees in front of him gradually became sparse, and in front, a huge tribe appeared. A wall several feet high was built around the tribe, all made of huge rocks.
On the central gate, there is a flag with a black dragon on it, which is majestic.
This is the most powerful black dragon tribe here.
Shi San came to the door, got off his horse, and said to the oncoming guard: "Little...little Shi San, I have something important to ask to see the clan leader."
The guard obviously recognized this smart, dark and thin young man, so he took him to the house where the patriarch lived.
The leader of the Black Dragon Tribe is an extremely fat innate martial saint. He is two meters long and weighs an astonishing more than three hundred kilograms. He is sitting on a large stone seat, munching on a bloody leg of lamb and looking at it.
Looking at the dark and thin Shi San, he sneered: "Your tribe has not paid taxes for several months, but you still dare to come to see me. Aren't you afraid that you will never come back?"
Shi San was not only shrewd, but also very courageous. Facing an innate martial saint, he still kept his head clear and said: "That old guy has no money anymore, and all the residents down there are just eating and waiting to die.
Where do I have any savings? Besides, didn’t the patriarch promise me before that he would let me join the Black Dragon Tribe as long as I received the money?”
The clan leader snorted and said: "This little money is not enough to put a lot of money between your teeth, so how can we allow you to join us? Is this just the reason for coming to see me this time?"
Shi San is a shrewd person, so he knows how to survive, and hopes to develop in a better environment, such as the Black Dragon Tribe, but he does not have enough money to join, so the Qinghe Tribe has become a victim. Since last year, the Black Dragon Tribe has
They began to collect taxes from the Qinghe tribe, and the initiator was Shi San.
He is an orphan and was picked up by the old patriarch, but he is not as grateful as Shui'er. Instead, because of his experience as a beggar in his childhood, he has an almost greedy desire for a better life.
Shi San was silent for a moment, then raised his head and said: "Chief, although I don't have money, I know one thing. I think you will be interested in knowing it and let me join."
The clan leader frowned, shook his fat body, and said curiously: "Tell me, if I'm not interested, then you can just stay here, and I will let the clan build a tombstone for you."