The notched moon, the dark night, the swaying forest, the icy wind.

Qin Ping sat in front of the fire, holding a large pork leg in one hand, and tearing off the meat piece by piece with the other hand and bringing it to his mouth, looking very satisfied. Sure enough, this iron thorn pig is as Yao Jianzhi said, the taste is very good, fat but not greasy, chewy and soft, the taste is fragrant, go back to Xuanyun Sect and let the cook get some iron thorn pig to eat.

In the scene of Yao Jianzhi's fight, Qin Ping was actually not very far away, after all, when he found the ghost wolf, the ghost wolf was already quite close to him, although it was said that he easily solved the ghost wolf in the late stage of the Lingyun Realm, causing the strength of the entire ghost wolf pack to drop significantly, but it was still fatal to Yao Jianzhi, who was already injured in Baitiao and overdrawn his body.

Qin Ping originally thought that if Yao Jianzhi really couldn't hold on, he would take action to save his life, after all, the mysterious ruins in Yao Jianzhi's mouth were still very tempting to him, and the place where the blood of the unicorn could be produced could not be bad anyway.

But to Qin Ping's surprise, although Yao Jianzhi looked like he was caught in a trap and fell into death several times, he was wittily resolved and resolved the crisis in the most concise but effective way.

Qin Ping has a higher opinion of Yao Jianzhi, this kind of heart and reaction is already very rare, the important thing is that this kind of tenacity that never gives up is very good, and even a fight with Qin Ping when he broke into the rivers and lakes, just talking about the heart or something is a good seedling, but the talent is relatively poor, the age is still too big, and it is not easy to improve his cultivation much more.

However, although it is impossible to leave Yao Jianzhi by his side to help, it should be enough to stay in the Xuanyun Sect to help manage the affairs of the sect, and then teach the disciples, watching Yao Jianzhi fight to the death, Qin Ping is still very happy in his heart, this Yao Jianzhi is still valuable, and such a thing as a bone does not exist under the complete suppression of strength.

Qin Ping watched Yao Jianzhi finally solve these ghost wolves, thinking that he also had to hurry, this Yao Jianzhi still had a lot of use, so he threw away a bottle of good healing powder, anyway, these are not worth anything to Qin Ping.

Yao Jianzhi scavenged a few medium-grade beast crystals from a few ghost wolves, and there was nothing else of value, and the strength of the ghost wolf's biological monomer was average, and the strength of the body was not very strong, which meant that the corpse of the ghost wolf was basically worthless.

This is also the reason why many hunters are reluctant to meet ghost wolves, the threat is greater than that of ordinary primal beasts, and after desperately trying to kill, only the primordial beast beast crystals are obtained, which is not cost-effective, so they are generally not hunted by ghost wolves, and monks basically do not take the initiative to hunt ghost wolves.

Yao Jianzhi dragged his injured leg and staggered back to the side of the fire. Yao Jianzhi lowered his hand and put it close to the ground, and threw out a few beast crystals in his hand.

Then Yao Jianzhi glanced at the low saint martial dagger in his hand, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and reluctantly put the dagger next to a few beast crystals.

Yao Jianzhi dragged his injured leg to his feet with a slight stagger, staggering away from Qin Ping's side, during which he almost couldn't help but glance at the dagger again, but he still took a deep breath, stopped his head from wanting to turn around, walked to the stump opposite Qin Ping and sat down.

Qin Ping glanced at Yao Jianzhi, who was still hesitant, and did not speak, but gently stretched out his hand to the beast crystal and dagger on the ground, and the beast crystal disappeared in place at once, and the dagger was held in Qin Ping's hand.

The blue-gold vitality appeared from Qin Ping's hand, turning into a water element to wrap the dagger entirely, and the blood-water wolf hair on the dagger was washed away at once, returning to its original appearance of flickering cold light.

Qin Ping used to tear the iron spur pork directly by hand, but now that he has a dagger, he is much more comfortable, and he can use the dagger to pick meat on the hind leg of the pig held in his left hand and eat it.

Yao Jianzhi watched Qin Ping use this dagger like this, and felt very uncomfortable, the holy weapon he dreamed of turned into a knife in his hand, and he sighed secretly in his heart, people are more popular than people.

Everything fell silent again, only the sound of Qin Ping chewing and the crackling sound of burning and bursting branches remained, Yao Jianzhi sat there to heal his wounds, although he was also hungry, but he didn't dare to grab food with Qin Ping, so he could only wait for Qin Ping to finish eating and see what he could save to feast.

Qin Ping's eating speed is not fast, but it is expensive to last, the four legs of the iron thorn pig have been eaten, and some of the more tender meat on the pig has also been eaten by Qin Ping, leaving only some ordinary meat hanging on the main skeleton, Qin Ping obviously has no interest in these parts of the meat, so he stretched his waist, used his vitality to deal with the oil on his hand, and then threw the dagger to Yao Jianzhi.

"I'm too lazy to put the ring back, you can take it and use it first, and you can dispose of the rest of your pork, and hurry early tomorrow morning." After Qin Ping finished speaking, he sat cross-legged in place and began to cultivate.

Yao Jianzhi hurriedly caught the dagger with a lot of oil on it, and looked surprised, this holy dagger said to borrow it from me?

Yao Jianzhi was still immersed in the sadness of losing this dagger just now, who knew that the peak turned around, this dagger returned to his hand, think about it carefully, Qin Ping should not regret it, so that means that he has such a strong weapon by his side during this time, and his excited feelings filled his heart.

Yao Jianzhi carefully cleaned the dagger with his vitality, put the dagger on his waist, placed it close to his body, and used the low saint martial arts as a dinner knife Yao Jianzhi really couldn't do it.

Yao Jianzhi watched Qin Ping's cultivation settle down, and the idea of stabbing Qin Ping to death while he was unprepared suddenly appeared in his heart, but that small flame was instantly extinguished by the wind in his heart, and his fear and caution for Qin Ping instantly prevailed.

Yao Jianzhi tiptoed to the front of the fire, grabbed the ribs of the roast pig, cut off the half of the pig with a shark tooth knife, and then returned to the stump to eat quietly.

As soon as he took the first bite of Yao Jianzhi, he was shocked all of a sudden, this is the delicious taste of the iron spur pig, which directly refreshed his cognition of food for many years, and almost shed tears of emotion.

Hunger and love were mixed together, Yao Jianzhi almost wanted to yell and then eat frantically, but looking at Qin Ping who was meditating with his eyes closed, Yao Jianzhi strangled such a thought in an instant, and his excited heart was slightly relieved, but his eyes still lit up.

Yao Jianzhi was eating frantically in a strange and very silent way of eating, and soon, all that was left of the whole pig was the bare skeleton.