The three of them looked at the reunited and loving Mo Lianjiao family, and they all felt a sense of incongruity.

"Okay, two nephews, this time please solve the anorexia problem of this ink scale Jiao."

"Especially Senior Nephew Lu, his attainments on the way to the spirit planting spirit beast are really extraordinary, which opened Yang's eyes."

The middle-aged Confucian said gently towards Lu Xuan, his eyes full of appreciation.

"Uncle Shi has won the award."

Lu Xuan bowed his head slightly and replied modestly.

"Senior nephew Lu, you solved a big problem for me, I thought about it and decided to give you a spirit seed."

"This spirit seed was obtained by accident during an expedition, but I rarely plant spirit plants, so I can't tell what kind of spirit seed it is, but according to the vitality in the seed, it is likely to be a three-grade spirit plant."

"It's also a tyrannical thing to keep in your hands, so I will give it to Master Lu's nephew so that it can be used to the fullest."

The middle-aged Confucian took out a spirit seed from the storage bag and handed it to Lu Xuan.

"Thank you Uncle Shi, I will definitely cultivate it well."

Lu Xuan took the spirit seed with both hands, and his eyes converged on the surface of the spirit seed.

The spirit seed is the size of a fist, as if it is surrounded by layers of jade flakes, it looks like it has a crystal clear feeling, and when you hold it in the palm of your hand, you can also feel a slight warmth.

He recalled the three-grade spirit plant recorded in the jade book of the Si Nong Palace, and found no category similar to this spirit seed in shape.

However, this is a good thing, after all, the three-grade spirit plants recorded in the jade book are either relatively common types, or they can only be exchanged with sword seals.

This shows that the spirit seeds in the hand are not the most common three-grade spirit plants, and they do not need to be exchanged for additional sword marks.

He thanked the middle-aged Confucian again, and then left the island with Huang Yuan.

"Senior Brother Lu, you have gained a lot this time, the essence blood of the third-grade ink scale Jiao, and a rare third-grade spirit seed."

On the way, Huang Yuan said with a smile, but there was no jealousy in his tone.

After all, the successful solution to the anorexia problem of Mo Xuanjiao this time is all the credit of Lu Xuan alone, and he deserves such a reward.

And he, which can be regarded as a meritorious candidate, has raised his face once in front of Yang Qingfeng, a foundation building monk.

"By the way, Senior Brother Lu, please don't spread the news that the Ink Scale Jiao contains the blood of the Delicate Dragon."

Lu Xuan nodded, the dragon raised by the Zhuji monk was infected by an alien dragon, and the half-blood dragon was born, which damaged the face to some extent.

Although the hybrid Ink Scale Jiao has greater potential, it is still difficult to talk about after all.

The two parted ways, and Lu Xuan called a spirit crane and asked it to send him back to the cave.

As soon as the courtyard door was opened, the young birds of the wind falcon still came to welcome Lu Xuan with a familiar opening.

The round belly landed on top of his head, and it suddenly sank deeply.

"Chirp!"

The young fowl of the wind falcon chirped happily, and when it turned its head, it happened to meet the tall white spirit crane that stopped outside the door to see off Lu Xuan.

The chirping stopped abruptly.

The wind falcon baby bird rolled down along Lu Xuan's back and looked at Lu Xuan with blank eyes.

"Are you carrying me on my back and there are other birds out there?"

Lu Xuan's mind was condensed, and he sensed the deep thoughts of the wind falcon young bird, and quickly explained.

"I'm not, this spirit crane is just a spirit beast friend of mine, seeing that I have a long way back, he sent me back to the cave."

"You make me sick."

The wind falcon baby bird glanced at Lu Xuan, and two pale cyan thin legs carried a round body, and swayed to the cloud lynx.

The green eyes of the lynx looked at this side lightly, as if he had become accustomed to it.

A moment later, the young Falcon and the Cloud Lynx swallowed the last of the dried monster meat at the same time, and they both raised their heads and burped.

Under the temptation of food, the wind falcon young bird followed Lu Xuan in a hurry, and the cloud lynx, seemingly walking around indifferently, was also centered on Lu Xuan.

Lu Xuan came to the spiritual field and took out the spirit seed wrapped in layers of jade pieces.

The Earth Induction Technique was cast, and the spirit soil quietly changed, and a small circular hole appeared, which happened to contain the spirit seed in it.

With his mind condensed, information about the spirit seed poured into Lu Xuan's mind.

[Jade scale fruit, three-grade spirit plant, the spirit fruit contains rich spiritual power, which can be eaten directly, improve the physique of monks or demon beasts, and is also suitable for refining three-grade and above refining elixirs. 】

[Usually grows in the jade spirit ore area, and the jade breath can promote the growth of the jade scale fruit. 】

[Jade is in the mountains and the grass and trees are moist. 】

"Sanpin Lingzhi, jade scale fruit, can improve physical fitness, not bad."

"The growth mode is somewhat similar to that of copper bone bamboo, which needs the warmth of copper and iron ores, and the jade scale fruit needs the stimulation and nourishment of jade breath."

Lu Xuan sighed, tinkered in the storage bag for a while, and finally took out two white jade boxes.

The material of the box is spirit jade, but there is no grade, the spiritual energy inside is meager, and he often reserves a large number of mature spirit plants, so this kind of white jade box has prepared a lot.

"Although there is no grade, it is essentially a jade spirit mine, and it should be enough for the early growth of the jade scale fruit."

The hand bones that were not weaker than the second-grade magic weapon easily broke the white jade box, and the white jade fragments were evenly sprinkled around the jade scale fruit spirit seed.

Under the perception of the spiritual sense, it seems that the layers of scales in the spiritual soil are gently opening up in a subtle amplitude that is difficult to detect with the naked eye.

After Lu Xuan planted the three-grade jade scale fruit, he inspected the spiritual field.

He came to the vicinity of Jiaoteng.

The Sanpin Jiao vine has entered the mature stage, the dark black vine is curved and circling, about half a zhang long, the wrist is thick, and the shape is hideous, like a fierce poisonous snake lurking in the spiritual field.

Lu Xuan took out the two bottles of third-grade Jiaolong essence blood that he had gone out this time.

One bottle is the blood that pops out when the two-headed dragon is promoted to grow a new head, and the other bottle is the essence blood of the Ink Scale Jiao extracted to verify the existence of the bloodline ability of the Delicate Dragon.

"The troubles of happiness, I suddenly don't know what kind of three-grade dragon essence blood to use to water the Jiaoteng."

He hesitated for a moment, and finally chose the Ink Scale Jiao, after all, it contained the blood of the Delicate Dragon, and its value was higher than that of the Two-Headed Dragon Essence Blood.

Dark green blood droplets dripped in threads on the dark black vines, and were absorbed by the vines.

Soon, the vines slowly swam, and there were occasional clear lights on the surface, making the demonic vines have a sense of purity and nature.

"First of all, a large number of second-grade blue water python blood was watered and cultivated, and after coming to the Heavenly Sword Sect, he used his power for personal gain, and got you no less than twenty kinds of rare dragon python essence blood."

"Now, I will bring you the three-grade ink scale Jiao essence blood and the three-grade double-headed Jiaolong essence blood."

"After you mature, if you don't reach the top quality, you can't stand my hard work."

Lu Xuan looked at the Jiao Teng that was gradually falling silent, and sighed.

(End of chapter)