Ask the thunder dragon in the dantian: Do you want to eat ore?

Brontosaurus Tsundere: Not everything is worthy of me.

Hu Qing can only understand: if there is something you like, tell me in time.

She felt that the Thunder Dragon might give birth to a spirit first, and give birth to a machine spirit.

Silk cloth: "It's possible, but it's difficult in the Nether, even if you give birth to a machine spirit, your spiritual intelligence won't be too high, far less than mine." ”

"Of course you can't compare to you, you are better than immortals."

Silk cloth wanted to grin and hold back: "It's exaggerated." ”

"Not an exaggeration. It can't be said that you are more powerful than all immortals, but with your experience and knowledge reserves, you are definitely better than most immortals. Hu Qing was sincere: "Could it be that I have rude knowledge?" ”

Silk cloth coughed: "Now you also have a little bit of knowledge." ”

Hu smiled lightly, and his mind hooked the space, the blood beads, the ruthless silk, and Xiao Xuanxue, telling them to tell her if they wanted something.

The three masters condescended to "Ang", and only Xiao Xuanxue was cheerful: Okay.

Hu Qing couldn't help but scold in his heart, those three previous masters are definitely not good things, look at what they teach.

I looked at the Kun Huang Vajra Winged Jade coiled in the space, wrapped in a ball of divine consciousness and set it still. Take your time.

I tidied up the space and casually saw the sign thrown on the ground.

The ancient cemetery met the demon in the middle of the road, and inspired the predecessors of Lingzhi Daquan to come out to fight, and the cave collapsed and escaped from the brand.

It's like a seal of the Adversary.

Picked it out. I haven't bothered with research for a long time.

The rust was so thick that it was a brick, a circle larger than a brick, and it made people suspect that the contents had also become rusty, hopelessly.

It's very heavy, touching the scum of one hand.

Hu Qing took an iron awl, poked a hole, went half an inch deeper, turned around, and the slag fell in a row. Poked with an awl for a long time, and the fallen slag was scattered with animal skins, and the contents were barely revealed.

Change a small file and carefully grind off the rust covering the top, and the lines are clean.

It's just an iron brand, the material is like iron, but it's definitely not iron, and in that place iron can't stand embroidery at all. The palm is thick, just right to grasp, and it is no more than 20 centimeters long. There are no words on the head, only a few simple shallow patterns, one end is blunt and round, and the other end sticks out of two rounded corners. Overall image - can you make soles?

Silk: "How dare you think about it. Take it. ”

"What is this?"

"A magic weapon."

Hu Qing had already thought that it was a magic weapon, and the one who sealed the demon must be a magic weapon: "How much is it worth?" ”

Silk cloth: "It's worth your head." ”

Hu Qingmo: "Will the demons rob?" ”

"Nonsense, the one who can seal those demons must be the treasures of the Nether. If you take it out, you're going to die. Throw it in the space, and don't tell Hu Nuan. ”

Hu Qing: "Why should I pick it?" ”

Silk cloth: "Use it after flying, go up and sell it in the thrift market." Can be sold for a few bucks. ”

That's all there is to it.

The fuse burned the brand to pitch black and shiny, took a small wooden box and put it up, and threw it into a corner where there was little space.

Brand: Rub, you know who Lao Tzu is!

Silkcloth: Whoever is better here than you are, shrunk bastard.

Hu Qing tidied up the space, and the white egg was still lying quietly in the warm spirit stone pile, and the shell that had been lifted off on it had grown back at some point. Seeing this, Hu breathed a sigh of relief, if something happened to this egg, she would be dead.

The shell can be repaired automatically, indicating that the vitality of the egg is vigorous, and when the young master hatches out one day, she will quickly send it away, and she will also relieve this tight spell.

And the area where the Gold Devouring Beast expanded out that she couldn't enter, there was suddenly a pile of mines outside the gate, this is the Divine Beast's Baba after absorbing it? Let her clean up?

Hu Qing stepped forward silently, very good, they are all good qualities, the Lord of the Divine Beast is really good to her.

With a thought, the mines moved to the side.

Hu Qing glanced at the area where the white mist was as thick as milk, the Lord of the Divine Beast was obviously following Hu Nuan, how did she absorb nutrients from the space where she knew the sea?

The fairy world is unpredictable.

The divine consciousness withdrew, Hu Qing took out the flower roll steamed buns, skewered the iron bars on the fire, peeled them one by one, and ate them, concentrating on guarding the white kiss to absorb.

With the white kiss that only eats better, the picky temperament, fortunately, there is a gold swallowing beast to back her up, otherwise such a good top ore, she will not give it anything she says.

In other words, such a good ore, when the white kiss is eaten, can it become a spiritual treasure?

I'm looking forward to it.

The white kiss in the refining furnace digested a large ball of ore solution, ate it to its fullness, and flew out like a drunk.

People get drunk and it gets drunk stones.

Hu lightly grasped the bottom end, the size and thickness of the white kiss did not change, only the flame lines on the body became more dense and dense. Quality. How is it still a spiritual weapon?

Top material, only a small step up? And it's just barely qualified for a high-grade spiritual weapon, far away from the spiritual treasure.

What's going on?

Silk cloth: "What's the matter, I have a big appetite." ”

Hu waved lightly, and the tip of the white kiss made a sound of air that pierced the air: "That's it, the weapon can also challenge beyond the level, and the grade does not fully represent the strength." ”

The white kiss was joyful and returned to the dantian.

Turning off the ground fire, just as he was about to retract the refining furnace, his fingers touched, and with a bang, the refining furnace exploded into tens of millions of pieces and flew up and down, and he was caught off guard and was blown up and smashed again. The spiritual power didn't have time to protect the body, but after refining the body, she had already reached the toughness of the magic weapon, and the pure physical damage did not cause damage.

But with spiritual weapons and spiritual treasures, and then blessed with spiritual power, she can't resist it.

You still have to improve yourself.

"The refining furnace isn't good enough." Hu sighed lightly, released his divine sense, accurately grabbed each piece of debris and threw it into a storage bag, and then performed a cleaning technique.

Outside, the clouds are clear and the wind is light, and it is silent. So, the strong men who went to fight the tiger haven't come back yet?

Of course not coming back.

This time, in order to make them have a long memory, the medium-grade talisman formation is not allowed to be used, and the weapon can only use the magic weapon, the fourth-order demon beast, the sword will be broken into several pieces with one claw. Forcing them to use their fists and legs and feet is not slow.

Hu Qing didn't care, the four Yuan Babies followed, or in Chaohuazong's territory, what could happen. Stretching his waist, moving his muscles and bones to enjoy the picturesque scenery of the inner gate of Chaohua Sect, Hu walked lightly to the warm cave.

There is only one person in the courtyard, it is spring, the tea is fragrant, and he pours himself to drink.

Seeing her smiled: "But I'm back, I can't walk around as a guest, you and Hu Zhuo are not there, I don't even have anyone to talk to." ”

Hu Qing sat down across from him: "When did you come back?" ”

Chun Yan poured a new cup and pushed it over: "I've been back for five days, and I heard people here say that you and Hu Zhuo are in retreat. ”

Hu drank it all lightly, poured it to himself, drank it all again, and exhaled softly: "This tea is-"

Chun Yan said indifferently: "Spiritual tea smoked with Lanlu incense." ”

"No wonder it smells familiar. How about reconciling with your sister? ”

Chun Yan smiled shallowly: "It's not far, it's not close, so let's do it." ”

(End of chapter)