"Well, well, that's it, so Feng'er wants to give it to you" Feng'er said with an innocent face.

"Then thank you Miss Feng'er" Wan Qingping pretended to be happy on his face, and took this "waste", anyway, he didn't expect to get anything, he could coax this Feng'er well, let her not care about her offense to her, Wan Qingping comforted himself like this.

But the latter sentence made Wan Qingping's dead heart come alive again, and he saw the girl say: "Although this meat puppet is useless now, as long as you can find something with the qi of living beings, and extract these spiritual qi and pour it into it, this meat puppet can still wield its effect." ”

"Miss Feng'er, who said this?" Wan Qingping asked with a twinkle in his eyes.

"Well, naturally it was Uncle Liluo who refined it that said, this meat puppet saved Feng'er's life, but Uncle Zu said it was useless, so Feng'er went to find Uncle Liluo, and Uncle Liluo didn't have this kind of thing."

Wan Qingping's eyes rolled, a wicked smile appeared on his face, and it disappeared in a flash, he thought of the cicada of the four-winged golden cicada in the storage bag at this time, at the beginning of that night, because of a lot of effort, he finally did not get the four-winged golden cicada, in line with the principle that the thief does not go empty, he had to take a cicada to make up the number, the reason why he picked up this thing at that time, there is also a reason that Wan Qingping seems to have a very comfortable breath in the cicada moult, combined with what Feng'er said, if you guess correctly, that comfortable breath is ten ** It's the breath of the living being.

Hehe, you can still turn waste into treasure, how can the old saying come about, how can Seon lose his horse and know if he is blessed?

Getting such a reusable meat puppet, Wan Qingping was beautiful in his heart, but then Feng'er's words made most of the pride in Wan Qingping's heart dissipate: "Uncle Li Luo said that if this kind of meat puppet is infused with the qi of other living beings, it will be completely destroyed after the calamity again."

What? Isn't it reusable? Hey, anyway, it can save his own life, which is also for nothing, Wan Qingping has no choice but to comfort himself like this.

However, Feng'er not only likes to imitate other people's speech, but also seems to have a problem with half-speaking, only to see her say again: "Uncle Luo also said that after using the perfusion method, the meat puppet's original sixty percent possibility of fighting for disasters will become thirty percent."

The successive bad news of "I ......" made Wan Qingping want to say "I cǎo", but in the end he still didn't say the word "grass", but he held back the flush on his face for a while, resisted the urge to strangle this simple girl, and squeezed out a smile: "What else did Uncle Luo say?"

Fortunately, this time Feng'er seemed to have finally finished speaking, only to see her shake her head, which made Wan Qingping breathe a long sigh of relief, he was really afraid that something would come out of Feng'er's mouth to hit his fragile heart.

Thirty percent, just three percent, anyway, it's for nothing, Wan Qingping comforted himself several times in his heart, and his face returned to normal.

"By the way, good man, Feng'er still doesn't know your name?" Feng'er asked, tilting her head, as if remembering something.

"In Xia Wan Qingping, now I live in Miao Shui City, Xin Zi Ling Mountain"

"We Jiuli people are not very good at formations, your formation is so powerful, where did you learn it?" Feng'er stared at her eyes wide, curious.

"Oh, this, I accidentally got a volume of formation law books in my early years, and I learned it randomly, so I can't be smart" Wan Qingping casually made a nonsense, but in his heart he began to think about the meat puppet infusing the qi of the living soul.

Although Feng'er is simple, but she is not stupid, after listening to Wan Qingping's explanation, she immediately clenched her small fist angrily and knocked on the table twice: "Nonsense, if the formation can be learned with only one volume of classics, there will already be many formation mages in our Jiuli tribe."

Feng'er is right, the various skills of cultivating immortals, without the guidance of a famous teacher, how can they be learned with just a few classics? It is estimated that when the time comes, they will not be able to trap the enemy in a formation, but they can trap themselves in it, of course, there will occasionally be one or two such geniuses with high understanding who are self-taught, but for the Jiuli tribe, this is simply a drop in the bucket, and this kind of genius can only be equivalent to the achievements of ordinary people who are taught by famous teachers when no one teaches them, so the Jiuli tribe may have a few formation masters, But it is a fact that the formation of the Jiuli people is not good as a whole.

Seeing that the girl was angry, Wan Qingping, who had not fooled the past, hurriedly made up another reason: "I may have some understanding in the formation, and then I met an older formation mage, and I have studied with him for decades, so I ......"

Wan Qingping was for a moment, for fear that this woman would ask something again, so he quickly changed the topic: "By the way, Miss Feng'er, which skill do you know, is it refining? ”

Feng'er was really fooled, and no longer asked about the formation, and when she heard Wan Qingping's question, she was like a proud little hen: "Feng'er is learning the spell inherited by our Jiuli Ancient Heritage"

Looking at Wan Qingping's stunned expression, Feng'er, who was originally posing and waiting for praise, was suddenly deflated, and had a feeling of showing off to the beggar with precious jewelry, and then the beggar asked her, "Is this broken stone worth a steamed bun?"

After a pause, Feng'er continued with her eyebrows fluttering: "The spell is very powerful, and outsiders say that the spell is the most weird, for example, if you offend a monk who knows spells, people will secretly collect some of your heads, clothes, essence and blood and other things, and then use the spell to hit you hard or even kill you unconsciously."

"The spell is so powerful?" Wan Qingping's face showed a hint of admiration, but he was not completely pretending.

"Of course" Feng'er became more and more triumphant under Wan Qingping's admiring expression: "My uncle is the most powerful spell master in our Nanban" Speaking of this, the simple girl approached Wan Qingping's face again, looked around mysteriously, and then whispered: "I tell you something, don't spread it"

"I'm not a talkative person, I will definitely keep my mouth shut" Wan Qingping hurriedly swore and promised, and almost patted his chest.

"Well, I believe in you, because you are a good person," Feng'er said, this reason is too powerful, and it works better than patting your chest.

"Uncle Ancestor once used a spell to kill a Jindan Great Perfection monk when he was in the middle of Gu Dan," Feng Er said endlessly.

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