In the Qianji Mansion, Xu Yan was sitting cross-legged in the big room, looking at the two materials, and there was a broken Jiaoya long knife hanging beside him.

There is still more than half a day before the three-day period, and the challenge with the copper head is nothing, this kind of trivial matter Xu Yan will not take to heart, what he cares about is the upcoming thousand infant ring.

After repeated fierce battles, Jiao Ya has long been broken and cracked, and this high-grade magic weapon is on the verge of being broken, and it is no longer useful.

"It's time to refine a handy magic weapon, it just so happens that the Shark Country has ready-made materials, and even the rare materials such as dragon scale sand and golden coral are hard to find, it seems that hiding in the Shark Country can really avoid bad luck, this is starting to be lucky." ”

Looking at the two piles of materials in front of him in a large wooden basin, Xu Yan looked very happy.

The priceless dragon scale sand and the golden coral are more than 100 catties, or a single kind, and the two materials add up to two or three hundred catties.

A real windfall!

The materials that can refine the spirit treasure are of astonishing value when they are taken outside, but they become useless garbage when they are placed in the shark country, and they need to be cleaned out of the belly of the sea-swallowing whale.

The strangeness of things in the world is like this, which makes people laugh and sigh at the mystery of creation.

Putting away the two superb materials, Xu Yan took out the spirit stone and recovered silently.

He has to live in the Shark Country for at least ten months, which is enough to refine the best magic weapon at hand, Xu Yan's purpose is to refine a sword and a sword, and his sword method is the most skilled.

The high-grade spirit stone in his hand gradually dimmed, and finally shattered silently, turning into a handful of spar fragments, and between the fragments, Xu Yan opened his eyes, and a fine light flashed under the eye of his left eye, and the star pattern loomed.

"Blackie. ”

In a low drink, Xu Yan communicated his left eye, released the dragon soul to carefully check Xiao Hei's state, and soon, his face became more and more gloomy.

Under the call of the master, Xiao Hei left his left eye and hovered beside Xu Yan, the current black dragon was extremely dim, and it looked like a vague gray gas, even the dragon's head and dragon teeth were difficult to identify.

The dimness of the dragon soul shattered Xu Yan's good mood in one fell swoop.

"It's getting weaker and weaker, if it goes on like this, it will disappear sooner or later......" Xu Yan frowned and said to himself: "Can't even save your left eye, Xiao Hei, what's wrong with you?"

Roar......

The weak dragon moan, I can't hear the joy and sorrow, only a deep numbness and dazedness in it, and now the dragon soul is no longer smart, just like the little black pig that was picked up by Xu Yan in the deep mountains, silly and stupid, only knows how to eat and sleep.

Gently patting the dim dragon soul, scenes of the past flow in his mind, from being young and ignorant, to stepping on the immortal cultivation realm, it can be said that Xiao Hei has never given up.

"We are now in the country of sharks, in the belly of a big fish, the country of sharks must have a special delicacy, you are the most greedy, Xiao Hei, do you want to eat a big meal?"

The master's inquiry is destined to not be answered by the spirit animal.

The gray gas turned by Xiao Hei floated slowly, and the dragon-shaped silhouette loomed, gathering and dispersing, like a wisp of cooking smoke, flying into the sky, and then dispersed.

The sound of Gaba pinching the finger bones sounded, Xu Yan squeezed his hands fiercely, the bones were white and bloodless.

A brother, but there is no way to share the worries, which can be called a regret in life.

In addition to the old Taoist, Xiao Hei and Xu Yan's relationship can be said to be the deepest, which is a lingering family affection, a friendship that has been accompanied since childhood.

Whoa, whoa.

In the memory, the young Taoist priest walked hard through the stagnant water in the deep mountains, the moon was bright and the stars were thin, and a heavy rain just now made the mountains and forests muddy.

It was late autumn, and the big trees in the mountains had no leaves, and the bare branches were spliced into terrifying shadows in the white moonlight, as if there were countless demons around, while hibernating, staring at the lonely little Taoist priest walking in the deep mountains.

Whoa, whoa.

The mountain wind blows, the branches of the big trees shake more urgently, and the footsteps of the little Taoist priest become more urgent, but the ground is muddy, and the deep mountains full of rotten leaves will become difficult to move an inch once it rains heavily.

The little Taoist priest's little face was pale and pale, his eyes were staring at his feet, and he never glanced at the sides, not that he was afraid of the deep mountains where no one was around, but the undead who inhabited under the trees, which were too terrifying.

The wind became stronger, and the shadows drawn by the shadows of the trees seemed to come to life, and the undead hidden under the trees all stared at the living who had broken into the world of the dead.

This is a small valley, and it is also the place where the tomb is located, and I don't know how many years ago, the bones of a prince were buried.

Cold, frightened, lonely, desperate, countless feelings welled up in his heart, and the little Taoist priest kept reciting the scriptures taught by the master, but unfortunately it didn't work.

In order to collect ginseng for his master, the nine-year-old little Taoist priest walked into the mountains alone, but he didn't expect that the wild ginseng had not been seen, but broke into the cemetery full of ghosts.

The little Taoist priest didn't dare to look at the sides because he could see those terrifying-looking ghosts.

The little Taoist priest who was only left to pray stumbled towards the valley, and behind him, more and more dead souls gathered, and when these murderous souls that had inhabited the cemetery for many years were about to pounce out, the little Taoist priest heard a strange cry.

Purr!

"Pigs?"

The little Taoist priest wiped a cold sweat, and not far away, a small black pig was barking happily at him.

With the cry of the black pig, the countless souls gathered behind the little Taoist priest disappeared in an instant.

"Are you lost too?"

The little Taoist priest looked around and found that the surrounding souls had disappeared, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the little black pig, and said: "This is the cemetery and cemetery, there are many evil spirits, you are not afraid, and you dare to scream." ”

Purr!

The little black pig seemed to be saying that he was not afraid, and his cool nose was for the little Taoist, showing his intimacy.

"It's really a pig, ghosts are not afraid, if only I were like you. ”

The little Taoist priest said innocently: "If I am also a pig, I will not be afraid of those terrible guys, let's go, my name is Xu Yan, you are a little black pig, just call you Xiao Hei." ”

Purr!

I don't know whether it is protesting or agreeing, the little black pig makes a high cry, and in the deep mountains at midnight, one person and one pig go away together.

"Little Black ......"

The memories were cut off by Xu Yan, leaving a sigh in vain, Xiao Hei, who was greedy for fun and edible in the past, was long gone, leaving only a dimmer dragon soul.

"When the Thousand Babies are over, I will definitely help you find a way to condense the dragon body. ”

In the whisper, Xu Yan put the dragon soul into his left eye, and until he found a way to restore Xiao Hei to life, the dragon soul could not be used again, because once it was used, the dragon soul would be weakened by one point.

Getting up and walking out of the big house, Xu Yan planned to leave the Qianji Mansion to go to the three-day appointment, and the first warrior of the merman clan was still waiting.

Walking out of the door, the scarecrow in the courtyard was still standing in place, but it had become a dead thing, and the small wood was perched in the dead branches of the porcelain bottle, but at this time, there was a figure standing next to the scarecrow, with his back to Xu Yan, facing the gate of Qianji Mansion, with silky green hair and no wind.