Fu Wenxi hung his head dejectedly, if he had leaves at this time, he would definitely be hanging on the leaves......

"Catch the immortals, you have such a big breath?" Fu Wenxi said.

"I taught you the art of imprisonment, you can practice it well......" Xiao Yehua also sighed, this damned sinner is really not enterprising.

"I know, I practiced it thousands of times last night with the observation technique you taught......" Fu Wenxi sighed and said, "Do you know that this is really tiring?"

This so-called observation technique, although it is not necessary to practice kung fu over and over again in reality, is to use spiritual consciousness to practice over and over again, which is very consuming of spiritual sense.

However, the advantage is that he can cultivate as long as he has time, and he doesn't have to pay too much attention to the external environment.

When practicing other exercises and secret techniques, he can also cultivate spiritual sense, and now, his spiritual fire has become a little more vigorous and bright.

Fu Wenxi knew that Jin Kong Cicada once said that he was not really unable to awaken, but the genetic shackles were as solid as gold, and it was very difficult to break through the shackles by relying on his own strength.

But his talent is good, if he can cultivate his spiritual sense well, in their popular parlance, it is spiritual power, he can also have a bright future.

"By the way, little wildflower, do you see this thing?" Fu Wenxi took out the black crockpot.

"What is this?" the little wildflower was curious, and the vines swept past.

"Wow, sinner, where did you get this, this—is it a treasure in terms of your world's hierarchy?"

"Uh...... Treasure?" Fu Wenxi was stunned, and was busy wrapping it directly with his spiritual power.

In an instant, he only felt a soft buzzing sound from the depths of his brain's spiritual sense......

"Sinner, sacrifice with blood—quick, smelt this treasure. Little Wildflower said loudly.

"I ...... I don't understand this kind of writing...... "Fu Wenxi is about to cry, by feeling, these words should belong to the lost words?"

In other words, it is the writing of the ancient mythological civilization era, which looks a little like the pre-Qin script, but it is far more cumbersome and complex than the pre-Qin script.

He was fooled by the little wildflower just now, and he didn't think much about it, he directly covered it with his spiritual power, ready to analyze it directly, and now it's okay, causing the words he didn't know to shine in the depths of his spiritual consciousness, flashing so much that his brain hurts.

"Relax, relax, I'll ......" The little wildflower shook the vines, lamenting in her heart, how could she be so unladylike, how could she come across such a waste material?

Immediately after, this little wildflower was not polite at all, and directly used Daigo's empowerment to instill the lost words into his spiritual consciousness.

Then, on her slender vine, a flower thorn directly grew, piercing Fu Wenxi's finger - a drop of blood fell on the black crockpot, and then the originally black crockpot made a soft sound.

"My sinner...... No, no, my master, I call you master, don't be distracted, smelt this treasure......" Xiao Yehua was anxious in her heart, and exclaimed, "This treasure is too good, it is simply a necessary magic weapon to capture immortals, ah, ah, ah, with this treasure, plus the art of imprisonment I taught you, you will definitely be able to catch many immortals for me in the future." ”

At this time, Fu Wenxi really wanted to cry without tears, he couldn't listen to the nonsense of the little wildflower!

This treasure weapon is very powerful, how can he smelt such a little shallow spiritual power? But now that he has been messed with by Xiao Yehua, he is also difficult to ride a tiger.

The spiritual imprint on the clay pot is the secret technique of sacrificing the treasure weapon, and it took him a lot of effort, and he almost had to sacrifice the spiritual fire before he could get it.

The dilapidated clay pot, still pitch black, was quietly suspended in the depths of his spiritual consciousness, and in the spiritual fire, there was a mysterious black light.

"Hold the grass!" Fu Wenxi grabbed the slender vines of the little wildflower and scolded, "Do you want to kill me......?" What the hell is this?"

"How do I know what the hell this is, you are showing off to me, you don't even know what the hell this is?" how do I know?" said Xiao Yehua in a heartfelt voice, "Also, we are not the third chapter of the law, you are not allowed to lie blind?"

"I'm not holding the grass blindly, I'm holding the grass openly!" Fu Wenxi was a little broken.

"You don't even know what this thing is, and you actually let me smelt it?" Fu Wenxi said angrily, "You want to kill me?"

The little wildflower pulled through her slender vines, and like a man, she divided the vines into two strands, and crossed her waist—

"You've smelted it, can it still do anything?" said the little wildflower vigorously, "You illiterate, unenterprising sinner, you should be beaten three times a day......

"Call the master!" Fu Wenxi corrected her.

"Okay, master......" Xiao Yehua sighed, it seemed that there was indeed something wrong with that treasure weapon, but what should this damn sinner do if he didn't cultivate well and didn't want to urge him?

"Master......" cried out as the vines of the little wildflower wrapped around it, and his voice was so sweet that he "entered the lost land?"

"Hmm...... It's kind of in. Fu Wenxi stroked her vines.

"Catch a few spirit beasts for me?" Xiao Yehua said sweetly, "I don't have high requirements, about seven grades, I promise, if there are seven spirit beasts to give me aura, your begonias will bloom in a week." ”

"Seven-grade spirit beast - it slapped your master and me to death. Fu Wenxi shook his head, digging a spiritual soil, it's safe, at least the spiritual soil won't bite him suddenly, he didn't dare to agree to her indiscriminately to this request.

"Find an opportunity, sneak attack with a treasure weapon, and then directly imprison with the Mandala Imprisonment Technique. Little Wildflower said happily, "How?"

"I want to think about it......" Fu Wenxi is about to cry, this risk is really high, if the sneak attack fails, he may not become the feces of a spirit beast.

"Or, take the person next to you...... What you told me yesterday is called Aoki? He's also a seven-pin, and it seems that he has a good chance of sneaking up on him. "Little Wildflower has a bad idea.

"Shut up. Fu Wenxi scolded, "He's my friend." ”

"Let him support me for half a year, and I will let him go. Little Wildflower said busily.

"Shut up. Fu Wenxi shook his head, he now understood that the target of the little wildflower was - Aoki.

She naturally knew that with such a little cultivation as him, it would be a fool's dream to catch a seven-grade spirit beast, but if she attacked Aoki by surprise, the probability of success was indeed very high.

Fu Wenxi raised his hand and gave himself a slap, MD, what was he thinking?

The little wildflower shook the vine for a while, and said, "Master, let your friend help you catch a spirit beast?"

Fu Wenxi patted his head, he suddenly thought of a possibility, and immediately asked: "Little Wildflower, you only need a spirit beast of sufficient grade, no matter what spirit beast?"