Chapter 47: The Sorrow of the Golden Feather Eagle
The split shuttle, one foot two feet long, five feet wide, two people sitting in it is not crowded, the shuttle body is full of spirit patterns, Chen Ping'an looked at it curiously.
Lu Jianxiong, who was behind the tail, also threw out an object, it was a disc-shaped object, which was also larger, engraved with spiritual patterns, and Lu Jianxiong, who was sitting in it, took out the teapot with a smile and made tea.
Old man He glanced at him and said mockingly: "What are you showing, isn't it just a roulette wheel, it's just a sixth-order treasure." ”
Lu Jianxiong took a sip of tea and teased him: "Alas, I would like to use the seventh-order one, but I can't depict it without a divine pattern, but it's better than the fifth-order splitting shuttle." ”
"You... Smug fart... Hum... ”
Old man He was angry, turned around and ignored him directly, and said to Chen Ping'an: "Ping'an, I'll just say that you are in the wrong business, if you join my pharmacist union, you won't even have a storage treasure, even this flying treasure, the old man will not be stingy, alas... Men are afraid of getting into the wrong line... ”
"He Shanchang... ”
Lu Jianxiong squirted out a mouthful of tea, which was slandering him in front of him for being stingy, pointing at the two people in front of him and saying loudly: "You are slandering... is slander ... Be... I'm. ”
Chen Ping'an knew the name of Old Man He for the first time, this old man was very respected in Changsha City, no one called him by his name, he was called by Old He He, and only a few people occasionally called him Old He.
This time, Lu Jianxiong was so excited that he forgot about it, and called his name directly, he was not annoyed, he turned his head and said with a smile: "Well, this time I finally let the old man get it back once, let you be angry with me, now it's your turn to be angry." ”
Lu Jianxiong, who was angry, wanted to refute a few words, but suddenly his face changed, and he shouted: "Be careful ahead... It was the momentum of a bird of prey and a beast. ”
He Shanchang immediately turned his head, this kind of thing is not a joke, Lu Jianxiong will never lie to him, after staring at him, he shouted: "It's the Golden Feather Eagle, the fourth-order desolate beast, this beast seems to be eyeing us." ”
Chen Ping'an didn't see anything, looking at the empty front, looking at him suspiciously, Lu Jianxiong, who had already caught up side by side, knew his puzzlement when he saw his expression.
Xu was relieved when he heard He Shanchang say that it was a fourth-order desolate beast, and explained with a smile: "Ping, what changes do you see in the clouds in the sky ahead?"
Chen Ping'an looked intently, and sure enough, the clouds in the distance were a little strange, as if they were stagnant and hanging in the air, unlike the clouds in other directions, which would flutter with the air current.
"Do you see the shape of the clouds differently?"
Lu Jianxiong was kind and kind to teach him how to distinguish and observe, and the two of them asked and answered, and gradually a small black dot could be seen with the naked eye in front of him.
Ping An stood up and scolded the beast, flustered. Xiao Lu restrained his breath, let's pretend to be two, don't let him find out about our cultivation. ”
He Shanchang whispered, Lu Jianxiong smiled and nodded, the two of them pretended to be afraid, and the aura of their bodies was not very strong.
Chen Ping'an stood up tremblingly, and scolded with a trembling head: "Stupid bird... You... Don't come over ... The three of us ... Get out of here... ”
He didn't need to pretend to be in a panic at all, he was almost scared to pee, his legs were trembling, his teeth were trembling, the fourth-order desolate beast, that was the power of the monk of the Purple Mansion Realm, a Spirit Lake Realm like him, the other party could kill himself with a sneeze.
The golden feather eagle was stunned when he was scolded, the desolate beast also has the wisdom that is not inferior to the human race, but it will not use intrigues and tricks like the human race.
The golden feather eagle that swooped in the air, staring at them with suspicious eyes, it sensed that the two old ones were probably in the realm of the Yuan Dan realm, and this little ghost was just a junior monk, and he could directly ignore it.
But they should have sensed the direction they were flying from, why didn't they run away, this little ghost was really scared, but the two old men didn't look really scared.
The wingspan of the golden feather eagle spread out nearly three zhang wide, hovering over the three of them seemed overwhelming, Chen Ping'an was stared at so much that he couldn't hold it anymore, and sat down, and the long flute in his hand didn't want to swing it out.
A spiritual snake that gathered into an aura swooped down on the other party, and a big turtle was tightly in front of him, which was the concrete Xuan Ming formed by the aura.
The golden feather eagle's eyes showed a look of disdain, and he stretched out a claw in disgust, and with a light touch, the spirit snake disappeared.
"Nasty little ghost, dare to do it first, and then kill you. ”
The desolate beast can't speak human words, but the fourth-order desolate beast can already communicate with the spirit, and a burst of spiritual fluctuations came, Chen Ping'an could understand what it said, and shouted in horror: "Old He, the president will run." ”
The golden feather eagle had already screamed and pounced, its huge claws were shining coldly, and it grabbed hard, and when he heard his scream, the look of disdain in his eyes suddenly stopped.
"Oh no, I've been tricked. ”
The fluctuations came, and the golden feather eagle quickly withdrew its claws, and rushed straight up, looking like it wanted to run.
He Shanchang laughed and said, "This stupid bird was woken up by President Xiao Lu called Ping'an, but it was too late." ”
Chen Ping'an didn't understand, but the desolate beast understood, he had been fighting with the three clans for tens of thousands of years, and he knew that the only people who could be called the president were the heads of the two trade unions, the Spirit Pattern Master and the Medicine Master.
Even the president of the small city is also a monk of the Purple Mansion Realm, plus there is an old one, if it is also from the same realm, then it will die.
It's really dead, and as soon as He Shanchang makes a move, it can't escape, and the other party is not the Purple Mansion Realm, but a higher-level Soul Transformation Realm.
It opened its mouth and roared, its voice was full of unwilling grief and indignation, it was deceived by the cunning Terran, but as soon as it opened its mouth, the roar stopped abruptly.
The round eyes stared at the sky, the whole body fell weakly, and a faint shadow broke away from its body, trying to escape.
"It's a good thing, I didn't expect to meet a fourth-order desolate beast just after I came out this time, and it's still a bird baby. ”
The fourth order is equivalent to the Purple Mansion Realm, the desolate beasts at this level have already condensed the divine soul and formed, and the divine soul has always been a good thing, whether it is the desolate beast or the three clans of human demons and demons.
He Shanchang smiled, stretched out his hand and drew a circle, one by one the aura turned into ropes, binding the soul of the golden feather eagle, a small tripod flew out, the golden feather eagle looked desperately at himself being pulled into the ding, a wail, and the sky was quiet.
The huge golden feather eagle's body was gently grabbed by Lu Jianxiong, and a ripple disappeared without a trace, which was collected into the storage treasure, and not even a single feather fell.
"Strength, or strength. Chen Ping'an looked at the empty sky in front of him, and secretly admonished himself: "The difference between a realm is very different, and there is no chance to escape." ”