Huang Xiaodou put an egg-sized brocade bag hanging from his waist on the tray in front of him, and the miscellaneous disciple directly presented it to Feng Qianqiu.

Feng Qianqiu picked up the bag, but his expression was shocked.

"Where did you come from?!" his cold tone was even colder.

Huang Xiaodou was asked inexplicably, because of fear, his voice was a little uncertain, "Of course, of course, it was from the eight-storied pagoda, the tower~"

Feng Qianqiu seemed to realize that he had asked a stupid question.

The drunken immortal on one side of him thought it was something amazing, and reached out to see that it was just an ordinary blue cloth small bag, on which were embroidered with gold and silver threads, and the other side was embroidered with a five-blessing pattern. He opened the bag and poured it down, but there was nothing in it.

He was a little confused, looked at the head with a solemn face, and whispered: "Head, inside, there is nothing ......"

Feng Qianqiu didn't answer him, pretending that nothing was going on, and directly asked the miscellaneous disciples to return the bag to Huang Xiaodou.

Then he asked Duyan.

Duyan's acquisition is the flying boat, and naturally it was seen by Sun Hehao, although it is a good thing, but it is not very attractive to the masters with wide vision, and it will be returned to Duyan after appreciation.

The remaining female disciple is called Qiao Mu, a medical disciple of Herborist, who has obtained a set of medical spell inheritance in the Yaju Building. Due to the heavy casualties of the beast tide, all the medical masters have gone to the "front line", so no one has tested whether her spell is exquisite at this time.

Huang Xiaodou originally felt embarrassed by his own master for "nothing", seeing that what Qiao Mu got from the tower was an invisible thing, he was tempted for a moment, and after the masters finished asking, he stepped forward and said: "Masters, I also learned a set of swordsmanship in the building......

Before he could finish speaking, the drunken immortal's eyes were already shining, and he stroked his palms and smiled: "This is good, this is good! Let him practice!"

Several disciples retreated a few steps in unison and gave the venue to Huang Xiaodou.

"Senior sister, borrow a sword!" he said.

Chu Xin originally wanted to say that she was a lady's sword, not suitable for men. However, Huang Xiaodou pinched the trick with her fingertips, and a very skillful "teleportation" pulled her sword out of its scabbard, and it fell into his hands in the next moment.

Huang Xiaodou turned around beautifully, and then it was like dancing, turning his hands up and down.

The drunken immortals in the audience went from excited to calm, but Sun He changed from calm to excited. The head of the middle is from calm to frowning.

After a set of swordsmanship dances, Huang Xiaodou converged, and the lady's sword was taken out of her hand and inserted into the scabbard on Chu Xin's waist impartially.

The drunken immortal was not interested, and muttered, "Flashy." ”

Sun He stroked his palms and smiled, and said: "You are a big old man, you don't understand this! This set of swordsmanship is called "Xiangyang Dancing Sword", and it is said that it was created by two ancients named Xiangyang in order to forge swords. ”

"What is the relationship between forging a sword and dancing a sword?" the drunken immortal was displeased to be scolded for being rude.

"Naturally, there is a relationship, and all kinds of weapons like us refiners need to be familiar with, and we must have a certain artistic background. There was an ancestor who once said that the sword is the most beautiful and handsome thing in all weapons, and the world also prefers to use the sword when choosing weapons, so our refiners can not be familiar with other weapons, but the sword must be able to use!

The so-called swordsmanship that this little disciple has just practiced is actually used to check whether the sword is cast qualified!"

The drunken immortal didn't like to listen to his vernacular, so he asked directly: "That little stream wind, how did you examine this sword?"

Huang Xiaodou was happy for what Sun He said, but he was stunned for a moment when he asked him like this, and after reacting, he recalled his feelings when he danced the sword, and said: "A decent lady sword, three feet long, three inches wide, light and thin, suitable for people with small strength and low stature." The refining master must have spent some effort polishing, and the sound of slashing the wind is pleasant, forged for the finest cherry iron, and refined with a holy fire talisman. It was infused with the soul of the ice wolf beast, but it failed, and the Canglang wood of the hilt of the sword had cracks, and the rope on it should have been added later. Seeing that the lobby was silent, he thought about it, and couldn't think of anything again, so he said: "I was injured before, and I may not feel too much, so that's all ......."

"That's all you have?" said the drunken immortal.

Only then did Huang Xiaodou realize that the reason why the masters were silent was because he was shocked.

Although Feng Qianqiu is not obvious on his face, he is actually relieved in his heart.

Sun He applauded, and did not forget to pat the head of the house: "Not bad, not bad, it's really terrifying! Boss, your disciple is really a good seedling, why don't you come to my refining hall!"

Feng Qianqiu refused to say more, and said: "Okay, this is an extraordinary time, so don't talk about it too much." ”

Sun He knew that the head was secretly happy, so he smiled and didn't say much.

After that, several disciples were dismissed, but several masters and elders did not leave, and went to the side hall to continue the conversation. Feng Qianqiu left Huang Xiaodou to stand aside.

Chu Xin saw that the head of the house kept him, and it was estimated that there were other arrangements, so after going out, he accepted Taowu's invitation and went to Moma Peak to experience together.

Seeing that several juniors had left, Feng Qianqiu was the first to speak: "What do you think of what a few disciples have gained in the Eightfold Building?" ”

Several masters glanced at Huang Xiaodou, and at first they were surprised that the head did not shy away from him, and then they understood the deep meaning of the head of the house.

The drunken immortal suddenly slapped his fist on his hand and said, "Oh! I forgot to ask how many dolls have gone up to the middle of the building." Looking at Huang Xiaodou again, he smiled and asked, "Xiaoxifeng, how many floors have you reached?"

Originally, everyone was secretive about this number of layers. The drunken immortal also asked casually, not expecting to hear any definite answer.

However, Huang Xiaodou was not the eight-story building that his master instructed him to go to, he went in purely by accident, he thought it was an ordinary building, and thought that Chu Xin lived in it. Thinking about the scene that day, Huang Xiaodou was a little embarrassed, scratched his head and said, "I, I'm at the bottom of the building~"

"The bottom floor?" The drunken immortal was a little surprised, and although the other masters did not say anything, they all looked inexplicable.

Huang Xiaodou didn't pay attention, and said honestly: "Yes, I only went in with half of my body, but it's not on the first floor~"

"......" everyone was dumbfounded.

Feng Qianqiu closed his eyes, and he was still calm on the surface, "Okay, no matter how many layers there are, as long as you bring something out, it's not in vain." ”

Several masters nodded, and just wanted to say a few words, but they heard someone outside the hall bring an urgent report.

With permission, a black figure with a cyan mask rushed in, stood in the side hall in the blink of an eye, and said to the master: "Qi Qi master, news from Wanxun Palace!"

Say. ”

"The beast maids who spread the news everywhere are all affected by the beast tide, according to the statistics of the hall master, about eighty percent. The hall master asked the little one to ask the head of the house, do you want to train more messengers? Otherwise, all the strongholds will be cut off!"

Huang Xiaodou was amazed at this person's body method before, and when he heard him say this, he realized that this person was just a messenger, and he was a little shocked for a while. Listening to what was said, I was a little curious, is there a hall called "Wanxun" in Qingshan Gate?

The rare frowning of the head of the Feng family here, and the other masters have lost their color.

Sun Kai couldn't help but mutter, "Is the beast tide so powerful?"

It didn't take long for Feng Qianqiu to nod. The masked man stepped forward in a few steps, half-knelt in front of the head seat and bowed his head and stretched out his hand to hand out a roll of paper, Huang Xiaodou probed and took a look, which was the meaning of asking the head to approve the cultivation of more messengers, the sentence was extremely simple, and there was no nonsense.

Feng Qianqiu took out a pen stained with cinnabar from the Qiankun bag and wrote a quasi-word on the paper. It seemed to be using mana, and the words suddenly flashed with golden light after writing. Huang Xiaodou was shaken and blinked, and when he looked again, the man had already collected the paper roll, and he disappeared all of a sudden!

There was silence in the side hall for a while, and Liang Jiufeng Qianqiu said: "Okay, let's go and get busy! This beast tide may not be as simple as we thought." ”

"Master, the ...... of the Yatori Building"

"Disciples have their own cause and effect, let them go!" After speaking, Feng Qianqiu first left with Huang Xiaodou.

Not long after Huang Xiaodou returned to the Phoenix Residence, someone asked the dumb senior brother to hand over a dream beast.

This dream-making beast has passed the lactation period, and it is very dear, and the fluff seems to be retreating.

The person who came told him that it was the time of the beast tide at this time, and although the Dream Beast was a harmless demon beast, it would still be affected to some extent, so let him pay attention.

The next few days are to recuperate, to say that Huang Xiaodou has a lot of internal injuries and external injuries, and if he doesn't take care of it well, he is afraid that it will leave the root of the disease.

Feng Qianqiu would come back every day, dealing with sect affairs in one place in the front hall day and night, and Huang Xiaodou was also with him.

"Do you still want to learn how to cook?" Feng Qianqiu asked.

Huang Xiaodou had just changed the medicine, and sat obediently on the futon on the side, shaking his head with a smile when he heard this, and touching the dream beast beside him with one hand.

Feng Qianqiu threw over a book and said, "If you have no intention of cooking, then practice well! After all, 'if you want to eat tiger meat, take its life first', if you can't even kill it, what else will you eat?"

Huang Xiaodou pursed his lips in his heart, picked up the book and took a look, "Ten Thousand Law Sources"! It seems that the master has still done his homework, and knows that he has to start from the most basic.

The next few days are to recuperate and study, everything else is fine, but it is really a bit of aesthetic fatigue to have one-on-one teaching from the master every day~ And there is no one to chat with in Phoenix Residence, after all, they are all dumb, aren't they?

In just one day, he was suffocated, holding Snowball No. 2, talking to the whitebait in the tank, talking about the world, complaining that Chu Xin didn't come to play with him. As a result, the next day, the silver, the silverfish, left the tank......

Several mute brothers were also afraid of him, and they all avoided him except for the medicine.

It was still a long time before he learned from Feng Qianqiu that Chu Xin went to Moma Peak to practice, and he was originally a little guilty that the master took him directly back to the Phoenix Residence that day, and he didn't come to say goodbye to her, but at this time, he was angry and jumped to his feet.

"Master, can I go to Moma Peak to practice?" Huang Xiaodou asked unconvinced, "You see that after half a month, my external injuries have healed, and my internal injuries have almost healed, and you still praise me for my recent progress in spells, right?"

Feng Qianqiu looked at the letter in front of him and said lightly: "Don't you remember the lesson of Moma Peak?"

Thinking of the group of blue-eyed spiders, Huang Xiaodou couldn't help but tremble, but when he thought of Chu Xin, and said that he could release the little fireball now, why couldn't he go out to practice?" "Master, people have to forget the past and look forward, right?"

Feng Qianqiu didn't reply to him for a while, so he made persistent efforts: "Experience and experience, only with experience can it be considered exercise~ Even if I am not good at learning, didn't you say that there are still a few masters and senior brothers and sisters leading the team? I watched them fight, and they must have learned faster than I thought about it myself, right?"