Baby, baby, it's a pity that the world takes a fancy to the baby outside the body, and ignores the real baby. If Ling Songzi really handed over Langyu, what he would get in the future would be more than just an immortal. Now let this little teapot get it, it's like a fool (B). A sentence just now, a move, this stupid (B) like him feels that his purpose is too revealing, can Lang Yu not see it, he really treats Lang Yu as an ignorant child. Speaking of which, if he hadn't really thought so, Lang Yu's small movements wouldn't have escaped his eyes.

With a single hand, the body of the Wind Wolf was tossed aside. "Okay, good! It seems that you have really practiced the method of being a teacher. Ling Songzi watched Lang Yu stand up with great satisfaction, nodded, and put the small teapot in his hand.

Good baby, at least a spiritual weapon.

But he immediately denied it. Taller than a spiritual weapon? His eyes widened. Because he wanted to put it in his ring, but found that he couldn't. This only means that the object is of a higher grade than a ring, just like if you want to put a pot in a bowl.

No wonder this little mouse stared at him, he really didn't lose himself for more than a year in this town of Jingyang, one word, value.

"Master, what is this?" Lang Yu was reluctant, it was impossible to come back, but he should always know what kind of treasure people took away.

"Hehe," Ling Songzi picked up the small pot again and carefully pondered it. "Sure enough, there is a demonic aura, this is a demon pot. ”

"What, the one with the demon spirit is the demon pot. You might as well just say it's a urinal. Lang Yu scolded for a while.

"This thing has finally been taken out, and the demonic energy on the pot is the teacher, and I want to ask the immortals to find a way to refine it, and I will return it to you when the time comes, maybe it will be of some use. It's just that if this pot goes, you can absorb the Xuan Qi, and it is also a creation. Ling Songzi began to cover again.

"Thank you, master!" Langyu is heartfelt thanks. As soon as the small pot is taken away, if Ling Songzi no longer makes trouble for himself, then it is really a creation.

The small teapot was sent out, and today's battle Lang Yu felt a lot of effort, comparable to a demon beast, but he was not a demon beast after all, except for a sword, he really had no means to hurt the demon beast, and he had to fight the demon beast in close quarters. The only thing that stands out is the demonic constitution and recovery speed. However, this wind wolf is not a demon beast after all, I hope that once this level is passed, then Ling Songzi will not really find him another demon beast to practice.

Fortunately, when he was crushed under the wind wolf, he had poured out all the lotion in the pot.

If the wind wolf hadn't released the giant cave at the critical moment, making it lose its mind for a while, Lang Yu thought that he couldn't dodge, at least he would have been seriously injured.

The wound had already scarred, and Lang Yu stretched his robe to cover it. Ling Songzi just held the small pot in his hand, smiling and squinting his eyes, he didn't have the time to care about him now.

It's still the old rule, cut meat and barbecue. Lang Yu was also hungry, so he set up a shelf on the lawn. Once the wind wolf is dead, this place is undoubtedly the safest.

The mouse is very treacherous, look at the two of them busy with their own work, and "swoop" disappeared for a while. After a while, he crawled out of the wolf's hole, and his little paws were still puffing and puffing.

"Apprentice, there's something in this wolf's den, go down and take a look. Ling Songzi looked up at Lang Yu's back at this time.

"Oh. Lang Yu looked back at the unkempt haystack, a little hesitant. Wolf's den, what can be in the wolf's den, maybe a litter of wolf cubs.

"Haha. Seeming to see through Lang Yu's thoughts, Ling Songzi laughed. "Don't think about it, it's a male wolf. If this beast wants to advance, it will roughly prepare some spirit grasses and precious fruits. That's a rare good thing, this white mouse has been in it, so it's naturally fine. Go and see again, and if so, it will be all yours. Haha" It seems that he has a small pot, and Ling Songzi is in a good mood.

That's pretty much it. But for the sake of safety, Lang Yu still picked up the sword, and then squatted down and got in, and after a while, he came out with a bag of red and green fruits and some flowers and plants. As soon as he looked up, he just wanted to call the master, but he saw Ling Songzi pointing his hand at the small pot and dripping blood, and he was frightened.

Why? Langyu is not the rookie he was when he first arrived. This little pot can be received in his mind, he has already figured it out, it must be related to his own blood. He still wants to recognize the things he recognizes, is this possible? Lang Yu doesn't know how to get this blood back, the only possibility is probably to kill the master.

Sure enough, Ling Songzi's drop of blood fell on the pot with a "bang", and it slipped onto the grass as soon as it "slipped out", making it so embarrassing. Raising his eyes and looking at Lang Yu, he seemed to say to himself: "This demon pot still dares to resist." ”

"Master. Lang Yu was relieved when he heard this, stepped forward and said with a smile: "Master, there are really some good things." What do you see?" he said, dumping a bag of things on the grass.

Ling Songzi put away the pot and looked at them one by one. "Red Monkey Fruit, Blood Ling, Descending Immortal Grass, Green Walnut...... It's all good. What is this?" he said, reaching out and picking up a black, oblate nucleus. After staring at it for a long time, he finally said in surprise: "Hundred-year-old mulberry lizi!" he said, looking down at the shrunken mouse in his arms. "It's really a loser!" but he had to sigh helplessly, there is no doubt that there is only one core left in this century-old mulberry lizi.

Except for this one, the rest are not in the eyes of the immortals, and the push hand is given to Lang Yu, as long as there is this small pot, what else can be put in his heart, besides, he also said it just now, it is all given to Lang Yu.

Langyu picked one up, threw it into his mouth, click, click, mouthful, and it was refreshing to flow down, it was really a good thing. Put it away, put it in the spirit stone bag, Lang Yu lacks these things now.

There was nothing to say all night, and early the next morning, Ling Songzi called Lang Yu to him. "The demon pot has been taken out now, and the teacher will see for you if there are any changes in your body. ”

Lang Yu sat down, and Ling Songzi stretched out his hand. After about three or five breaths, he nodded. "It's good, it's just that there is still some demon mist in the dantian, which must be removed. He saw the black gas in his consciousness, and he was puzzled, but he couldn't see what was inside. As soon as the consciousness approached, it disappeared inexplicably. The situation is very similar to the death of the dantian, if nothing else, this kid will not want to gather Xuan Qi in his life.

Then why did he nod his head, because he was leaving, and he had to find a reason. As for not being able to drip blood, he didn't care much. The reason why Lingbao is called Lingbao is because such a treasure has begun to have spirituality, and it is naturally hostile to external objects, and if it is not recognized, even you can't drive it. And the way for him to approve is naturally there, and that is to sacrifice. According to the different quality of the spirit treasure, the length of time for the sacrifice is also different, and it also depends on the cultivation of the cultivator, Ling Songzi wants to find a secluded place immediately and go to the sacrifice immediately, he can't wait.

"This is the territory of the Wind Wolf, and there shouldn't be any beasts coming for three to five days. You wait here first, for the teacher to go back to Jingyang Town, change some herbs to wash the marrow, if it goes well, you can come back tomorrow." When you get rid of the demon mist in your body, the teacher will take you back to the immortal gate. "I said it seriously, where to find such a master.

Hearing this, Lang Yu almost burst into tears, and he thanked him again and again.

In the end, Ling Songzi told him, "Good apprentice, take care of yourself." With a lift of his right hand, a flash of white light flew into the air.

Half an hour later, there was a hearty laugh on the grass. Lang Yu held a short sword in his hand, waving it in the sky. He had suppressed it for too long, and even in the face of a group of demon beasts, he didn't want to see Ling Songzi again.

Teacher? He was thrown to the ground by the wind wolf, and he didn't even stretch out his hand, and he had to bury a feng shui treasure. If it weren't for the fact that he had been wary of him for a long time, I am afraid that he would have been deceived by him. I'll be back in a day, so let's mess around.

After confirming that Ling Songzi was really gone, Lang Yu vented the depression in his heart. Raising his hand, a small vial appeared, pulled out the stopper, reached out and dipped it in, and a white bead dripped into his mouth. He didn't know what it was, but he knew it was a good thing, and he gave up half his life to save it.

Pan Qi sat down, and he wanted to run the "Qi Jing Hua Yuan Jue". As soon as he picked up this exercise, he naturally thought of Uncle Gan, if it weren't for the credit of this method in the past few days, Lang Yu's eight lives would have been gone. Those beasts were absolutely invincible to themselves from the eyes of Lang Yu's previous life, even if the true body of the previous life was not here, but this half of the exercise did it. No wonder people in this life are so keen on cultivation, it makes a lot of sense. He didn't know if those Qi cultivators who could cultivate Xuan Qi would also be as rebellious as himself, or even stronger. But there is one thing that is definitely an advantage for itself, and that is footwork. After all, it was this mysterious footwork that gave me a chance.

It's been so long since the master has not appeared again, is the dream of that day true or false? There is no threat for the time being, and Langyu is idle again. Although the Black Eye Forest is large, he has a skill in his hands, but he has never worried about how to get out.

Lang Yu is dual-mindedly introducing the Xuan Qi in his body into the hidden vein, and since the second hidden vein was opened, he has never seriously consolidated it. But God has no mercy, he is destined to have no chance. The cycle of the hidden veins came to an abrupt halt as a hairy little paw rested on his shoulder again.

There is a wrong, there is a debtor, I fucking recruited you or provoked you, why did you set your eyes on my dish!

It's the guinea pig again. Lang Yu really had the urge to reach out and strangle him at this time. But this grandson has appeared, is Ling Songzi still far away?

Ling Songzi really didn't go far, that is, 1,800 miles, and turned his head to look. The baby was gone, and the little mouse didn't follow. No, it was obviously on the shoulder when I left, why was it less than half an hour, but it was gone. It's not okay if it's gone, I've been fingering it all my life. So Ling Songzi turned around and came back.

Sure enough, in the middle of the air, I watched the little mouse grab the bitter apprentice in the scourge.