In the depths of the vast East China Sea, the gloomy sky was lightning and thundering, and the sky seemed to leak out, and violent rain poured down.

True dragons covered in scales as black as iron surged through the clouds, roaring from their mouths. If you look closely, these real dragons are not the black dragons of the North Sea.

Although the black dragon in the North Sea is also black, its scales are like jade, and there is a glimmer of light, which will not give people a sense of oppression and solemnity.

And right now, these real dragons, their bodies are even drier, and their scales are like hard iron tools, and they have a cold meaning when they look at them, like ghost dragons rushing out of hell.

Beneath the clouds, there is a sea that stretches for thousands of miles, and the water is as dark as ink.

The waves hit hundreds of feet high, and any ship would capsize here.

And in the water, dozens of small dragons of different colors swam restlessly, all of them in fear, like students who have made mistakes in school. Even Ao Cang put away his arrogance at this moment and looked at the top cautiously.

None of them could have imagined that the ancestral dragon scales would be stolen!

It's no longer a question of who gets the first place, it's a question of whether they can come out of the hunting ground completely.

Among the many small dragons, a white dragon was even more pale.

The words of the little green dragon asking him appeared in his mind again, and the whole dragon suddenly became bad.

Although he didn't know how the other party had stolen the [Ancestral Dragon Reverse Scale] in front of so many grave guards, he dared to guarantee that the little green dragon was no longer within this radius of thousands of miles, otherwise those grave guards would not be bumping around like headless flies.

The green dragons in the East China Sea were also panicked, and everyone saw that the scales disappeared with a small green dragon.

But they really don't know where the green dragon came from.

……

At the moment of returning to the ancient well, Qiu Ping slapped the treasure gourd in the blessed land, and he was about to collect the ancestral dragon scales.

But with a slight shock on the scales, the collection was declared a failure.

It seems that this object cannot be collected by space artifacts.

Qiu Ping stared blankly at the scales like a strengthened version of a giant light bulb, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

This thing is too ostentatious, if someone sees it, won't they all know that I stole it?

However, at this moment, the golden light on the scales suddenly converged, to be precise, condensed into a drop of liquid like pure financialization, quietly suspended in midair.

The drop of gold liquid gently fell on top of Qiu Ping, and in an instant it smeared on his good fortune.

Qiu Ping has now stepped into the [Holy Fetus], and he has been officially sealed as the seventh grade, and his luck has completely turned red.

And his fortune is like a flame, burning, and the momentum is unstoppable, which means that he is very stable in this position and does many things smoothly.

But as this drop of gold diffusion, the crimson color of his fortune glowed with a hint of gold, looking noble and abnormal. And more luck power is lurking and hibernating.

Fortune in Shinto can be divided into: nine white, seven red, hardware, three purple, and one green.

The rest are mixed in two colors.

At present, Qiu Ping's good fortune is red with gold, which is the appearance of the six grades, at least from the six grades.

Originally, the level from seven to six was a very big level. If you want to go to Fucheng to do a six-grade general judgment, I am afraid that you will have to stay up for a hundred years in order to accumulate enough blessings.

If something happens to the subordinates, it may even be in vain.

This is why many lands are entitled after the death of court officials or good people, because their blessings are enough, so their authority will be stable.

Of course, good fortune only represents potential, not actual official position. It means that Shinto can seal the official six ranks, and it will not be counterattacked.

If there is no vacancy in Shinto, it can also be denied.

For Qiu Ping, this breakthrough in good fortune is invisible and intangible, and it is not of much use for the time being.

However, after peeling off the power of luck, the little loach found that the ancestral dragon reverse scales could be included in the treasure gourd.

But he didn't put it in the gourd, but prepared to find a place to hide it in the blessed land of the well god.

He will go to the East China Sea in a few days, and this stolen goods are too risky, so it is better not to look for death.

I have to say that his blessed land is still quite chaotic, and some things that are not used much are piled up together by him.

For example, some low-grade spirit mines, some expired pills, and a stone basin that I don't know where it came from.

Qiu Ping looked at this stone basin and only felt familiar.

After flipping it over, it was found that there was a string of crooked dog crawling characters on the back.

【Loach Quenching Yuan Furnace】.

Oh, he remembered, this thing didn't come back from the [Mirage], it was essentially an alchemy or refining furnace.

Because he doesn't know how to refine the pill refining weapon, this one will be shelved.

In the past, when there were a lot of loaches here, Qiu Yi and the others often used them as food bowls.

Seeing this basin, Qiu Ping felt a little emotional. If you don't go back and find a second-hand market to sell, I don't know if you can still use it.

Qiu Ping picked it up and injected a mana slightly.

Suddenly, a cloud of red light rose in the center of the bowl, and the red light turned into a whirlpool, flowing slowly.

However, although this light looked like a flame, it had no temperature at all, and Qiu Ping's fins were not hot when he leaned on them.

He casually threw a few spirit ores into it, and those spirit ores melted immediately, and a large amount of impurities were incinerated immediately, leaving only a pure liquid.

After Qiu Ping poured out the liquid, it quickly condensed into smaller pieces of metal that exuded pure brilliance.

Qiu Ping threw a few pieces of metal into his mouth, and slightly ran the [Spirit Devouring Heaven Replenishment Method], and the spatial power in his mouth was consumed, instantly turning these metals into pure metallographic power, making up for it in his body.

"It feels pretty good."

Qiu Ping used to need to hoard the impurities in the spirit ore for breathing, but now that he stepped into the [Holy Fetus], this divine power has changed its foundation, and the breath has become a pure spatial power, and there is no need for the impurities in the minerals.

But I have to say that the taste of the spirit ore after quenching is really good.

In line with the principle of waste utilization, Qiu Ping poured all these low-quality spirit ores into the [Heavenly Loach Quenching Yuan Furnace], quenched them into pieces of metal, and then threw them into the treasure gourd.

There are also those pills that are about to expire, although they are much smaller after refining, their medicinal power is also purer.

When you have a chance in the future, you can exchange it for money.

After a large number of miscellaneous items were tempered, his messy room looked a lot brighter.

At present, all that was left was a furnace, and the Ancestral Dragon Scales that were seven or eight feet long and wide.

The little loach looked at the stove and then at the scales, and a bold idea popped into his mind......

Or...... This one is also baked on the stove?

Diligent as I am