At the entrance of the room, Lin Xueyu's eyes were closed, wrapped in a red halo, floating in the air.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Chen Ping frowned slightly, the development of things was somewhat unexpected by him.

"Dead dog, stop barking, and see what is going on. ”

After quietly observing for a while, Chen Ping really couldn't see any clues, so he had to helplessly ask the big yellow dog for help.

"Ah...... Oh......"

Hearing Chen Ping call himself, the big yellow dog groaned and walked over with figure-eight steps.

It opened its eyes wide and looked at Lin Xueyu carefully, a flash of surprise flashed in its eyes, and then a bright light suddenly bloomed.

"That three-legged golden crow seems to be signing a contract with my No. 1 human pet. ”

Discovering this situation, the big yellow dog suddenly felt the pain coming from his lower body, as if it was relieved a little.

"Contract?" Hearing this unfamiliar word, Chen Ping asked with a puzzled brow, "What contract?"

"Of course it's an equal contract, do you think the three-legged golden crow will sign a master-servant contract with the No. 1 human pet?"

The big yellow dog first glanced at Chen Ping with an idiot-like gaze, and then rolled his eyes at him with a look of disdain.

Looking at the rich expression on the big yellow dog's face, Chen Pingqiang resisted the urge to beat it up violently and asked it about the contract.

According to Big Yellow Dog, there are many types of contracts, the most common of which is the contract of equality.

The role of the equal contract is the sharing of life, and if one of the parties to this contract dies, the other party will also die, and it is generally difficult to dissolve it.

After listening to the explanation of the big yellow dog, Chen Ping looked at Lin Xueyu, who was forced to sign an equal contract with the three-legged golden crow, and felt a trace of guilt in his heart.

If it weren't for him, the three-legged golden crow wouldn't have jumped over the wall to do such a thing.

With a complicated expression, Chen Ping didn't stay in the living room for long, turned around and walked into the bedroom.

According to the big yellow dog, because Lin Xueyu was forced to sign a contract, it would take a little longer, and it might take an hour.

Taking advantage of this time, Chen Ping walked into the bedroom and came to the space island with a thought.

After these days of listing, all ten tablets loaded with wool pieces have been sold, bringing Chen Ping an income of more than 20,000 spirit stones.

Because of this, the big guy who pays attention to Chen Ping has another sixth-level space island owner.

In the wooden house, standing in front of the empty trading light ball, Chen Ping first hung up seven tablets, and then hung up three printouts of Perfect World at the price of one million spirit stones each.

It has been some time since the three Space Island bigwigs bought Shatian last time, and Chen Ping believes that with their strength, they must have finished reading Shatian a long time ago.

In fact, in the past few days, Chen Ping could have hung up on Perfect World a long time ago, but in order to hang the appetite of the three bigwigs, he deliberately hung up Perfect World a few days later.

Originally, Chen Ping planned to put a high price on Perfect World, after all, it was just a one-shot deal.

But he had just learned from trading the light ball that the price of the items sold on the first-level space island could only be one million spirit stones at most.

In this regard, although Chen Ping regretted that he couldn't make a big profit, he could barely accept it, and three million spirit stones were enough for him to use at present.

Not surprisingly, the three Perfect World printouts were directly taken by the three bigwigs for a short time after they were hung up.

"Hoo ......"

In front of the stele, looking at the soaring value of the wealth value column, Chen Ping let out a long sigh.

Now, he can splurge to his heart's content.

After thinking about it carefully, Chen Ping planned to build the Hidden Soldier Pavilion first, compared to the Spirit Beast Valley, the Hidden Soldier Pavilion was obviously more useful to him now.

"Build the Hidden Armor Pavilion. ”

As the idea was delivered, the familiar scene reappeared, a thick fog like ink tumbling and then gradually dissipating, revealing a small attic.

Looking at the loft in front of him, which was quite a few zhang high with the image of the ancient architecture of the Great Xia Kingdom, Chen Ping pushed open the door and walked in.

As soon as he entered the attic, a stream of information naturally emerged from Chen Ping's mind, and all the information recorded in it was related to the Tibetan Soldier Pavilion.

After digesting all the information flows, Chen Ping had the opportunity to observe the scene in the attic.

The entire attic was only one floor, and the interior looked empty, with nothing but five mysterious altars carved with intricate patterns.

These five altars are not big as a whole, all of them are only one meter square, and they are placed in five elements.

Having received the information inheritance, Chen Ping naturally knew the usefulness of these five altars.

These altars are used to engrave divine patterns on weapons.

The strength of a weapon depends not only on the quality of the material, but also on the divine pattern engraved on it.

Generally speaking, the more and more complex the divine patterns engraved on the weapon, the more powerful the weapon will be.

Even, a small number of weapons, after being engraved with complex and mysterious divine patterns, are likely to undergo unexpected changes, interweaving the "trajectory of the Tao" inside the weapon, with unpredictable power.

However, what made Chen Ping a little puzzled was that as far as he knew, to engrave a divine pattern on a weapon, as long as he broke through the quenching realm and opened up the sea of qi, he could derive the divine pattern on the sea of qi and use it to engrave weapons.

"In that case, then what's the point of this Hidden Armor Pavilion?"

While contemplating, Chen Ping took the cyan long sword and put it on an altar.

Silently, the quaint and mysterious altar lit up with a brilliant light.

Then, the cyan sword placed horizontally on the altar slowly floated up, and under the influence of a mysterious force, it began to shrink rapidly, until it was only an inch long, and then it stopped changing.

After that, golden divine patterns slowly rose from the surface of the altar, emitting a brilliant golden light, wrapping around the pocket version of the cyan sword.

As more and more golden divine patterns poured out of the surface of the altar, the cyan small sword began to tremble slightly under the entanglement of the divine patterns.

"It seems that I can only figure out the difference between this when I open up the sea of qi in the future and derive the divine pattern. ”

Chen Ping, who had witnessed the whole process but gained nothing, observed again for a while and withdrew from the Tibetan Arsenal.

His cultivation time is too short, and many things are not something he can figure out now.

If you dwell on this now, you're wasting your time.

Leaving the Tibetan Soldier Pavilion, Chen Ping came to the stele again, and felt a little heartache when he saw that his wealth had plummeted by one million.

Of course, it's just some, after all, according to the rules of the space island, the sooner these special buildings are built, the more you will definitely make a profit.

After building the Tibetan Soldier Pavilion, Chen Ping stood in front of the stone tablet and gave another order with anticipation.

"Spend two million spirit stones to activate the territory specialty. ”

The moment the thought was issued, Chen Ping suddenly felt a slight tremor on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, on a piece of land a few meters away from the stele, a handful of seedlings glowing with colorful glow broke through the soil and quickly skyrocketed.

PS: I seem to have a low-grade fever today, my head is a little dizzy, and it took me more than three hours to write a chapter.

Maybe tomorrow's chapter will only be sent out during the day, and today will not be the chapter in the early morning, so I'll take a pill and sleep first.

Tomorrow get up ten thousand, rush and rush!