Such chicken rib products are naturally very unpopular and naturally difficult to sell, so they are often sold at low prices in the market. In the cultivation world, instead of gold and silver, the yuan stones that can assist in cultivation are used as currency, and a small Eagle tribe naturally does not have precious yuan stones.

Fortunately, this semi-finished product is very cheap, less than one percent of the normal price, and the patriarch took a lot of effort to persuade the seller to adopt the method of bartering. In the end, I exchanged a lot of precious herbs and the essence blood of the fierce beast to get a few such Qiankun bags.

Although such a Qiankun bag is only a semi-finished product, it still provides a lot of convenience for the Eagle Clan.

For example, after hunting a large fierce beast, it is very far away from the clan, so you need to fly back with the carcass of the fierce beast.

However, the corpses of the fierce beasts were strangely shaped, with long horns and raised spikes, which affected the flight and made the speed not fast when carried, which caused great trouble to the clansmen.

This Qiankun bag has successfully solved this problem for the clansmen, so every time the clansmen go out hunting, they will always bring two or three Qiankun bags.

Ying Xiang patted the Qiankun bag on his leg and said: "These are the two Qiankun bags with the smallest volume in the clan, less than two cubic meters, so they have not come in handy." I pestered the patriarch's grandfather for a long time before he agreed to lend me these two bags. ”

"Oh, I see, you put something heavy in the Qiankun bag and tie it to your legs, which is equivalent to exercising your body every moment, once you take off the Qiankun bag, your speed and strength will suddenly increase a lot!" Liang Yue suddenly said.

Ying Xiang snapped his fingers and smiled: "Clever! I thought about this method for a long time before I thought of it, but I didn't expect you to understand it at a glance." ”

Liang Yue scratched her head, laughed a little embarrassedly, and asked, "But there is one thing I still don't understand, how many things can be contained in these two bags with such a small volume, how can they be so heavy?"

Ying Xiang smiled but didn't answer, but reached out and gently patted the cyan boulder standing beside him.

"Yes, it's Xuanqingshi!" Liang Yue exclaimed.

"I searched carefully in the valley where the bazurite is produced, and sure enough, I found a lot of rubble of lazuli, and I went to look for it every day. Then they were collected one by one and put into Qiankun bags, and now each bag weighs about 500 catties. Ying Xiang explained.

Liang Yue couldn't help but admire Ying Xiang, he just completed the tasks assigned by his elders step by step every day, but Ying Xiang was his own way to constantly study and become stronger. I still want to surpass Yingxiang, but I have fallen behind on this alone, because external forces have never forced a real strong heart.

Liang Yue suddenly seemed to understand something, but the feeling was vague, and he faintly touched a layer of mystical truth.

He looked at Ying Xiang, clenched his fists, and at this moment began to make up his mind to get out of his own path to being a strong man.

Liang Yue stretched out her hand with a smile and said, "Let's go!"

Two figures rose into the air, Eagle Xiang felt the oncoming wind, and looked down at the shrinking ground under his feet.

This is the first time he has been in the blue sky and experienced the thrill of flying. He has been using his feet for the past thirteen years.

Since he was a child, his grandfather told him that it was a great kindness for God to give him life, and that not having wings was not a big deal.

There are countless wingless races in this world, and there are also many big names among them.

He's a good guy. Eagle Soar believes that even if you lack wings, you can do as well as anyone else!

Every day for morning exercises, you need to come to the morning training ground at the bottom of the valley of Cuiqing Valley, and the place where Ying Xiang lives is in the highest peak of the valley - Tianyao Peak. Even so, he turned down the warm invitation of his partners and did not hitchhike.

When he was a child, he got up an hour earlier than others every day, pinned a firewood knife to his waist, and went down the mountain before dawn.

The peaks are rugged and steep, and there are no roads at all.

This is normal, because the other clansmen fly down the mountain directly, there is no need for a road, and the sky is the smoothest avenue.

But not for Eagle Xiang, because he can't fly without wings, he needs a way.

If there is no road, then make a way, and he took a firewood knife to cut off the thorns and trees that blocked the way, and made a road by force.

The first time he came to the morning exercise ground, he was an hour late.

All the children who practiced in the morning training ground back then still can't forget the scene when Ying Xiang came to the morning training ground for the first time: a little boy covered in tattered clothes and stained with blood, holding a black firewood knife in his hand, his eyes were full of stubbornness and unyielding.

The black wood knife had scraps of grass and trees on it, as well as blood stains. He had at least twenty wounds on his body, some of which had scabs of blood, while others were still bleeding.

Blood stained his clothes, the knife in his hand, and the dirt under his feet, but not his emerald green eyes.

No one could believe that this was something that a four- or five-year-old child could do, and even Liang Linfeng, who supervised the children's diligent practice at that time, was taken aback.

It was the first time Eagle Xiang participated in the morning exercise, and it was also the first time he was late. Since that day, regardless of the cold, summer, rain or snow, Yingxiang will arrive at the morning training ground on time every day, and he has never been late.

And now a path has been opened from Tianyao Peak to the bottom of the valley, the path is very smooth, and there are bluestone slabs in some particularly steep places, forming several stone steps.

Both sides of the path are full of bright flowers, and Eagle Xiang randomly sprinkled some flower seeds along both sides of the path, so that all kinds of red, blue, and yellow flowers bloomed brilliantly in the sun.

The path was built by Ying Xiang himself, and he put some effort into it. With this path, he only needs half a pillar of incense to descend the mountain, and he can enjoy the scenery along the way, which he is very satisfied with.

And today is the first time he can remember to plunge into the blue sky, and he realized a new insight.

It's a completely different experience, and that's what flying feels like?

It's a strange and exciting feeling. The Eagle Clan has this yearning for the blue sky and the love of flying in the blood of the Eagle Clan, and the Eagle Xiang can't help but boil his blood, and a feeling of wanting to look up to the sky and roar emerges from the bottom of his heart.

Ying Xiang suddenly laughed, raised his head, and a slightly hoarse whistling sound resounded throughout the valley. In thirteen years, he had never been sad because he had no wings, but at this moment he still had some regrets in his heart.

Because the feeling of flying is so wonderful, and the embrace of the blue sky is so wide that it is simply irresistible.

What he had was just a little regret, but Ying Xiang remembered that the patriarch grandfather said: If you cultivate to reach a high and profound realm, you can walk with the void against the wind, which is no different from flying with wings.

A smile appeared on Eagle Xiang's lips, and he felt the blue sky beckoning to him. Soon they reached their destination, and an old man with a white beard was smiling and waving to them under the lush trees.

It was a kind elder, with wise eyes, gray hair, and huge jet-black wings on his back, but the color of these wings was somewhat dull.

"Patriarch Grandpa. The teenagers shouted in unison and saluted respectfully.

"You're here, here's your food and the equipment you need to polish for today. The patriarch stretched out his hand.

I saw two large piles of things piled up behind him, one pile of salty bacon, fruit, and half a fresh tiger pig beast, and the other pile of rough embryos of some weapons and huge beast skeletons.

"Tiger pig and beast meat!" exclaimed the children, their little eyes immediately lit up, and they all secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Tiger Pig is a fierce beast, adult Tiger Pig can reach four or five meters tall, and its temperament is as fierce as a tiger and leopard, but its meat is not as rough as other fierce beasts, but as delicious and fat as pork.

The tiger pig beast in front of him is obviously not an adult, only two or three meters tall, and this half tiger pig beast weighs more than two hundred pounds, obviously the children can feast on it today.

"Patriarch Grandpa, if we like the weapons we have polished ourselves, can we use them for our own use?" a child asked.

All along, the polished weapons are sent directly to the patriarch, and those that pass the inspection by the patriarch are sent to the soldiers to use, and many children are greedy and want to have a weapon that they have polished by themselves.

The patriarch groaned, and many children looked at the patriarch nervously.

"Yes, but I will choose for you from among the weapons you have polished, and you will only get one each. Considering that the children were going to undergo trials when they were fourteen years old, it would be better to become proficient in the use of weapons first, the patriarch nodded.

Many children smiled happily, jumping up and down excitedly at the thought that they could also have weapons, and Ying Xiang was also very excited about this.

"These bear children!" the patriarch smiled, stroking his beard.

"There is another thing to say, the bones of today's fierce beasts are very hard, and you can easily decompose these two daggers with special materials. The dagger is sharp, so be careful not to hurt yourselves. The patriarch instructed, reaching out and handing out two pale cyan daggers.

Ying Xiang just wanted to go forward to pick it up, but he thought that he had just consumed a lot of real energy, and now his face was not very good, and he didn't want the patriarch to worry.

So Ying Xiang gently turned Liang Yue beside him with his arm and gave Liang Yue a look.