Slowly, slowly, that familiar question came again. Don't rush, don't rush this time. The little furball soothed his impatient little mood, closed his eyes and used his nose to find the source of the smell little by little.

The little furball's nose moved, and its body leaned forward, a little thicker, and then forward, no, it didn't seem to float from the front. Below, as if it were below, the little furball slowly leaned down with its eyes closed, yes, it emanated from here. The little furball was pleasantly surprised, and suddenly felt something slimy on his nose.

When I opened my eyes, I was smelling the hammer head of the eight-sided purple gold ghost head hammer, and there was something rubbing on my nose. Smell the stinky carefully, touch the palm of your hand and see, what, isn't this the black mud in the mud pond! That's right, the Armored Rock Demon fell into it and was burned to death, and even the hammer was soiled by the black mud. Disgusting, disgusting. Just now, because of the excitement of finding the familiar spiritual liquid, a kid was completely disturbed by this black mud.

Wipe the black mud off the hammer's head, and below is charcoal ash that burns only the residue, and below is a rectangular hole. He took a closer look at the light and looked inside, obediently, it turned out that there was still a low-grade spirit stone left in it. I guess it's used to urge the magic weapon.

Take a closer look, there are cracks on the surface of this remnant of the lower grade spirit stone, lift your nose and smell it carefully, yes, the smell is wafting from here. But how can you get this thing out? So far, I can only ask for help from the simple-minded and well-developed dumb tiger.

Find a dumb tiger, for yourself this hammer like a thousand pounds, it is not too easy to hold it in its hands. The little furball told it to pour out the hedron with its hammer head down. Holding the spar in his hand, the little hairball and the two heads of the dumb tiger, one big and one small, gathered in the light, looked carefully and looked at it, and sniffed it again. This stupid tiger, don't look at the head of the melon, it is often not very bright, but this nose is very smart. Immediately it smelled the mystery of this.

The dumb tiger looked at the little furball with a smirk and asked, "Little thing, what treasure have you found again, tell me about it." The little furball was afraid that this dumb tiger would smell all the good things here, so he quickly grabbed it to his nose and sniffed it well. It felt so comfortable. Looking at the solution inside, the little head melon began to spin around. What the hell is going on here?

The dumb tiger on the side, looking at the little furball, was a little uncomfortable, and he was about to come over to grab it. But look at the little hairball thinking seriously, and immediately wilt again, or let it take a look first, this little guy is smart, if you figure it out, then I will not be developed in the future? There is no longer any need to delay the cultivation because there are too few spirit stones.

The little furball looked carefully at the solution inside, where did this thing come from, it was definitely not the original. We've seen a lot of spirit stones, but I haven't heard of this thing in them, even if there are some high-grade spirit stones in them, but that scammer will never use this high-end goods to cheat money, right? And that armored rock demon is not like such a rich master. So how did this thing come about?

Suddenly, Xiao Maoqiu had a strange idea in his mind, could it be the same as the method that Du Lao Immortal used to roast spirit stones with spiritual fire, right? But when Du Lao roasted the spirit stone, although the aura filled the entire room, the feeling was completely different from this. That kind of aura needs to be refined to be absorbed, and this can be naturally absorbed by the body just by smelling it, and there is no need to do too much refining at all. So how do you make it good?

Little Furball looked back at the stupid tiger behind him who was looking at him pitifully, and suddenly had an idea, should you let this big stupid tiger try? Little Furball walks towards the Dumb Tiger with a wicked smile, just like a bad uncle seducing a little girl.

Walking to the side of the dumb tiger, the little furball shook the broken spar in his hand and shook it in the dumb tiger's nose. I saw the big nose of the dumb tiger move, and he closed his eyes and breathed in this unique aura with a happy face, and suddenly, the little hairball covered the spirit stone with his little hand and took it away. Looking at the unwilling dumb tiger, the little furball asked, "Do you want to smell this thing every day to cultivate?" ”

The Dumb Tiger nodded, as if he had thought of something again, and quickly sat backwards, looked at the little thing in front of him and asked, "What are you trying to deceive this time?" There are definitely no spirit stones! Last time, I overturned Renyi Village, and I almost squandered all the spirit stones I have. It's really gone. The dumb tiger shook its fat paws and said nonsense.

How could the little furball let go of this big stupid tiger so easily, and continued to tempt: "You don't want to upgrade and break through?" Think about the last time you and the house finch broke through and upgraded here, do you remember the feeling of the spars in the room? ”

How can the dumb tiger not remember, that is the few times when it and the house finch demon can squander the spirit stone at will, that is an experience that can be remembered for a lifetime. Thinking of this, the dumb tiger nodded subconsciously.

The little furball shook the spar in his hand, took two steps forward, and put the spar next to the dumb tiger's nose again, letting it smell it again, "How does this feel different?" If you think that with this thing, the speed of absorption and refining will increase exponentially. And you don't have to spend so many spars, this opportunity is not much, if you miss it, there will be no next time in this life. Do you want to try again? ”

The dumb tiger closed his eyes and smelled this unusual aura. With the little furball's words, the dumb tiger nodded. Then he suddenly realized that he had been deceived by this little guy into the thief ship again. Cover your face with a tiger palm, "Oops! Why am I so stupid? I deceived you again. ”

Little Furball laughed hahahaha, "You are the king of Nanlu, you can't regret it!" At this moment, the little furball remembered that he was the king of the southern foothills.

The dumb tiger was unwilling to make the last struggle, shaking the big tiger's head, bargaining, "I really don't have many spirit stones left." In fact, the little furball didn't want to scold it, and waved his hand at the dumb tiger, "Don't be nervous." I don't want you. Listen to me, just take a hundred lower grade spirit stones out first, I want to do an experiment first. ”

The stupid tiger listened to it and slapped it to death on the spot, there are a hundred low-grade spirit stones, I have already taken it to find a place to refine and upgrade by myself, and I still need to talk to you here? After messing around with the stupid tiger, the stingy tiger finally agreed to take out a quarter of the spirit stone for the little furball to use for some bullshit experiments.

After a while, the dumb tiger came out with a whole piece of lower grade spirit stone, reluctantly broke off a small piece and sent it to the little hairball, and finally licked the fallen residue with its big tongue, and then looked at its face with an unwilling expression.

Xiao Maoqiu took the small piece of lower grade spirit stone in his hand, and muttered angrily, "Stingy tiger, door picking tiger." It's so small, it's not as much as Erniang gave me when I ran away! Then he asked the dumb tiger to find a fire utensil and a small pot for boiling soup. The stunned tiger had an expression that the spirit stone had gone and had no return, and he was about to be ruined by this little thing. As he walked, he muttered, "Humph! People use spirit stones to cultivate, but you use them to make soup! ”

The little furball snatched the pot from the dumb tiger, occupied a kitchen, and then began to chase away the demon, "Go, go, go!" The experiment is important, and the idle demon should not enter. ”

Driving away the Dumb Tiger, Little Furball began its aura experiment. In fact, the little furball also wants to get some tall spells to urge the spiritual fire to roast the spirit stone, but he can't help it, let the dumb tiger come? Forget it, that second goods will only mess things up, so let's do it yourself.

Looking at the guy in front of him, the little furball is full of confidence. Why? Because this is not the first time it has engaged in this kind of thing, the experience of pranking in a brothel in the past is still vivid, but this time it is a little different, without the scolding of the mother, the psychological burden has been reduced a lot, let's just do it.

Put the small piece of lower grade spirit stone into the pot and roast it directly with the fire, and after a while, the little hairball was smoked so much that he almost rolled his eyes and fainted. filled the house with smoke, extinguished the fire, and broke out of the house to breathe.

This time, it was not a dumb tiger guarding the door, but the bald-tailed dead quail that had never been too small. The little furball lies on the ground on his back, breathing in the fresh air. Then he pointed to the house and said, "Fan with your big wings, but you will choke me to death." ”

This time, the house finch did not bargain and happily agreed. But afterwards, Xiao Furball was annoyed by this decision, why didn't he expect that the house finch would be so kind to help at that time.

I saw the golden-eyed black feather eagle leap into the air, spread its wings, and began to fan it violently downward, and when the little furball reacted, it was already fanned back into the house. The whole face was pressed against the pot where the "residual warmth" was still there, and then there was a terrible howl of small hairballs in the room.

At this moment, the house finch also reacted, as if she was in trouble again, and flapped her wings and flew away without looking back. When the little furball chased out of the house, his face was red and swollen, he picked up the stones on the ground and threw them in the direction where the house finch flew away, scolding: "You golden-eyed black feather dead quail, you wait, if you are caught by Lord Ben Fox Fairy, you have to pluck your quail hair!" ”

The experiment was a failure. Although the pot is broken, the lower grade spirit stone is still intact, which can be regarded as a blessing in misfortune. Pick out the lower grade spirit stone, and clean the pot again, this time the little hairball has changed the method.

I added water and began to boil the spirit stone. Looking at the spirit stone sinking at the bottom of the pot and then thinking about the methods of the old man, the little hairball was full of envy, jealousy and hatred! It can't be compared, it can't be compared. I saw that the water was boiling, but the spirit stone had not yet melted. I took a wooden stick Balabala, which was a little soft and playful. Little Furball looked delighted. I added some more water, found a long wooden stick, and stirred the small hairball while cooking.

After a lot of effort, the spirit stone was finally boiled into porridge by the small hairball. Slowly, pour the water into another pot, but the little hairball does not dare to waste a little. Now there are only gruel-like spirit stones left in this pot. The little furball smelled it, and there was a feeling of aura, but it was faint, and this aura was not the same as the two smells.

The aura here is as unique as the aura contained in the spirit stone, and it is not pure. Refining is still needed. Wrong. The little furball walked around the yard with the pot open the door, thinking, and sniffing with his nose from time to time.