If the thing in the little medicine hand is called a spiritual stone, then the stone that I regarded as a treasure and absorbed the spiritual power from it is not even qualified to be called a broken stone in the latrine.
"It's in the ring." Xiaoyao stared with big eyes.
Looking at the luxurious ring on that white finger, Wang Chen also stared at that familiar little face with his eyes wide open, and his heart was ups and downs.
A person who is professional in a certain thing will have an inexplicable charm that attracts people's attention and thus ignores his original shortcomings.
Just like the short master who is naturally ignored by others due to his height, the ugly hero who has a compelling temperament, the grumpy master who is maverick, and the saint who cannot stand still remains great.
Another example is the current Xiaoyao. Although she has a poisonous tongue, she is professional at picking out rings.
Although she is not very good at holding thighs, she is very good at taking out rings.
Although she is very good at eating, she is very professional at picking out rings.
Wang Chen thinks that all her shortcomings are not important, the key is that she can get the ring.
After a while, most of Murong Xumu's rings were removed.
The first thing he harvested was this top-quality spiritual stone, which reminded Wang Chen of the Yuanling Stone that he had heard of many times.
At first, he thought that these might be different names for spiritual stones in different environments, but now he realized that the so-called Yuanling Stone only refers to the top quality in front of him.
You don't need to think about it to know that this must be a common currency among high-level cultivators.
The exquisite stone without a trace of impurities also made him understand the gap between himself and high-level cultivators.
Originally, I thought that after walking out of the mountains and becoming a cultivator, if I could win the respect of other cultivators like Xiang Qingliu, and be able to kill powerful monsters that were unimaginable in Huangpo Village, I would have stepped into the door of the world of cultivation.
However, now, in front of him, a piece of Yuanling Stone made him realize the reality. There are differences between cultivators, just like between people.
High-level cultivators can freeze the world and the world with just a raise of their hands, and can naturally make seas of fire burst, just like the vain brother playing with ice in front of them. The magic techniques, magic weapons, and even currencies they use are beyond the imagination of ordinary cultivators.
The low-level cultivators were fighting over some animal skins and bones and inferior flying swords with more than ten spiritual stones, even at the risk of losing their lives.
It seems that the principle of hard work and struggle is eternal. If you don't have a strong family background, it's hard to live in vain. Who doesn't understand the principle of working hard to get ahead in order to see the real world?
Just when Wang Chen was filled with emotions, Xiaoyao had already moved out all the things that could be moved out.
A pile of Yuanling stones and spiritual stones of inferior quality.
A fruit that is as white as a curved hook.
There are piles of robes, most of which are exquisite in shape and of high quality.
Eight strange dark red beads.
"No more." Xiaoyao spread his hands.
Wang Chen's face was a little gloomy, and he silently picked up the pure white outer garment on the top of the mountain-like pile of clothes and took a look.
This coat turns out to be a stand-up collar style that is relatively rare in the world of cultivation. Gold and silver silk threads lightly outline dark flowers, forming an abstract phoenix pattern. When people see this dress, they can imagine the appearance of a handsome young man.
Handsome image.
Although the clothes looked good, Wang Chen threw them aside angrily, causing a roar.
He silently took out the Qinggang Sword and wanted to kill Murong Xumu. After thinking about it, he took back the storage ring.
Then he stepped on Murong Xumu who was smiling.
"Sir, can you be more professional when traveling in the world? Do you think you are walking on a show with so many clothes? It's really vain! Where is the magic formula? Where is the big sword?" Wang Chen was really angry.
Although the harvest this time was impressive, it was obvious that these harvests were not worthy of Murong Xumu's powerful aura as he descended from the sky and raised his hands to turn into ice.
It's like you worked hard to defeat a BOSS that produces top-notch equipment, but the BOSS gives you a lot of store goods, and I ask you if you are angry?
After stepping on it a few times, Wang Chen picked up the magatama-like fruit and took a look. He saw that the fruit was white and transparent. Through the warm white jade shell without any impurities, one could actually see the milky white core inside.
The pattern wraps around the fruit body, exuding a soft light that flickers on and off, bringing a sense of beauty that contains the aura of heaven and earth.
Counting silently, there were six spiritual lines climbing on the fruit.
"Bingyueshi, a rare spiritual fruit that grows in the extreme ice of the Guanghan Mountains, contains a trace of ice law. The result is once every thirty years. Depending on the qualifications of the person who eats it, it can increase the control power of ice magic and chance strength to varying degrees.
:middle."
"Six spirit patterns!" Looking at this Bing Yue Shi, Wang Chen was overjoyed, but his expression was a little complicated.
The purpose of coming here in the first place was to tell Qingliu about the spiritual grass with six spiritual patterns, but now he actually got a spiritual fruit with six spiritual patterns. The coincidence is embarrassing.
"The opportunity is strong..." Brother Vanity still has some qualities.
He habitually brought Bingyue Shi to his mouth and prepared to bite it, but Wang Chen had an extra thought.
The opportunity with a medium strength level is far beyond the scope of the abilities he can currently obtain. If there are any side effects from eating this fruit, such as lying down neatly with Murong Xumu and sleeping, he will be protected by ice crystals.
I'm just afraid that it won't be long before I'm eaten by a monster looking for food, or that Brother Vanity wakes up first and sees me lying next to him...
Without hesitation, he put Bingyue Shi away, and there were only a few dark red beads left as loot. Wang Chen probed with his spiritual consciousness, only to find that they were filled with violent energy. Once activated by his true power, something would happen.
The horrific explosion was obviously a one-time poisonous item.
"Brother Vainglory actually has such a terrifying thing? Isn't he an ice player? He's really insidious." Wang Chen was secretly afraid and marveled at the same time.
Single attribute attacks are easy to target, and Murong Xumu clearly understands this, so he also carries a disposable consumable containing fire attribute attacks with him.
Who would have thought that a guy with good ice skills would take out consumables from his crotch that are comparable to a high-level fire cultivator's full blow?
As for power, if a cultivator of Murong Xumu's level can carry something with him, its power no longer needs to be verified.
"The harvest is richer than expected." Wang Chen began to stuff things into the ring.
"Where's this pile of clothes?"
"Take it away and sell it."
"Oh." Xiaoyao is also helping.
After stuffing the pile of clothes of various styles into the various gaps in the storage ring, the place became empty again.
Finally, Wang Chen picked up the poisonous roots of the mandala root. This thing is highly poisonous, and even a strong man like Murong Xumu has been infected. It is unlikely that it will be useful in the future.
Just as he was about to leave, he saw a dark shadow suddenly popping out of the soil.
It turned out to be a mandala root swinging its limb-like roots, "chirping" and jumping in front of Wang Chen, bowing and kowtowing.
Wang Chen was stunned. He knew that this guy was probably reluctant to part with his roots, and had been lurking here hoping to take them back after he left. However, he did not expect that he would not let go of the poisonous roots.
Now I saw that I was about to leave, so I ran out in a hurry.
"Do I have a temperament that makes people inexplicably trust me? Just like the trust I had in Qingliu at the beginning. Datura root is a rare half-demon and half-herb. If it just ran out like this, wouldn't I worry about grabbing it to make wine?
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While thinking about it, Wang Chen handed over the whisker.
He didn't have much ill feelings toward this jet-black little thing. It wasn't because of its insidiousness and cunningness. He was just afraid that now that he had turned into an ice sculpture, he would never have the chance to attack Brother Vanity.
"After all, I am still too kind." Wang Chen couldn't help shaking his head and sighed. "Even Brother Vanity wanted to kill me, but I didn't kill him."
After a few "chirps", the mandala root took over the roots and plunged into the soil and disappeared.
Almost at the same time, Wang Chen ended his sighs and ran out, and his figure quickly disappeared into the forbidden forest.
After a while, in the corner of the Forbidden Forest that had gradually melted under the ice and snow to reveal its original appearance, only Murong Xumu, wearing shorts and boots, and his evil smile were left.