"Sixty spirit stones!" said Father Qi with a smile.

"Bought it!" Qian Yang didn't say a word, took out the sixty spirit stones that hadn't been covered with heat and handed them to Father Qi.

Father Qi turned around and went out, and walked back after a while, still holding a slap with a golden light in his hand.

"Xiaoyou only needs to drip the essence blood of the eagle on it when he goes back, of course, it is no problem if he needs the help of the old man. Father Qi said.

"Uncle Qi can naturally help, but is it appropriate here?" Qian Yang looked around at the not too big room.

"Suitable, suitable!" Father Qi said, motioning for a few people to get up, and then waved his hand, and the set of tables and chairs in the room and the tea that several people had not finished drinking were taken into his pocket, and the room suddenly became empty.

"Let me see your carving!" Father Qi continued.

Xiaoguo and the fat man were also looking forward to it with curiosity.

As soon as Qian Yang's mind moved, a sturdy sky-beating eagle lay in the center of the room.

Once the spirit pet enters the spirit beast bag, its bodily functions tend to be still, and from the perspective of the spirit pet, it seems that time has stood still. Therefore, when Qian Yang released the eagle, it was still in the same half-dead state as when it was put into the spirit beast bag.

Father Qi looked the eagle up and down, and couldn't help but admire: "What a divine eagle! As he spoke, Father Qi's fingertips flashed, and he made a small cut on the wings of the Eagle Eagle, and then injected a stream of spiritual power into the eagle's body, forcing out a drop of essence blood from the wound and dripping it on the Royal Beast Card.

As the essence blood dripped onto the Royal Beast card, a streamer crossed the brand, and the original golden color converged and became uneye-catching. The Eagle also let out a plaintive chirp unconsciously.

"It's done!" Father Qi's expression also relaxed, and he handed the beast card to Qian Yang, and took out a pill from his arms and stuffed it into Diao'er's mouth.

The effect of the pill was immediate, Diao'er slowly opened his eyes, staggered up, and saw Qian Yang standing there with the Royal Beast Card at a glance. A hint of indifference flashed in its eyes, and it snorted vaguely to express dissatisfaction, and then turned its head away, unwilling to look at Qian Yang a second time.

"This ......" Qian Yang looked at Father Qi with some embarrassment.

Father Qi was not surprised: "Hehe, the spirit beast controlled with the Royal Beast Card is like this, if you really want him to be your arm, you have to work hard to slowly cultivate your feelings." ”

"The junior knows!" Qian Yang nodded, and took the eagle back into the spirit beast bag, planning to slowly concoct it after going back.

Father Qi opened his mouth and advised: "Staying in the spirit beast bag for a long time is not conducive to the growth of the spirit pet, if there are conditions, it is better to let it stay in the outside world as much as possible." ”

Qian Yang opened his mouth, but he thought that there seemed to be a small thing in the spirit beast bag, so he reached into the bag and grabbed a big fluffy mouse. The rat struggled in Qian Yang's hands, and looked around with his eyebrows.

"Goggler!" The fat man was shocked: "When did the senior brother catch it back!"

Qian Yang never poured out the air to talk to the two about the mouse, and the two naturally couldn't imagine that Qian Yang would quietly complete this originally hopeless task.

"After we were scattered by the wildebeest, I came across this strange rat, and it was from him that I got the Spiritual Grass. Qian Yang didn't want to mention the red-faced old man, so he had to simply mention it.

"Senior brother is really hidden, admire and admire!" the fat man's face was full of admiration.

After giving the mouse a breath, Qian Yang stuffed it back again. Father Qi also set out the table and chairs again and beckoned a few people to sit down.

Such spiritual tea can't be wasted, and a few people sat for a long time, chatting with Daddy Qi, until the pot of spiritual tea was so light that it had no taste, and then got up to say goodbye.

Father Qi didn't keep it, but just took out several bags full of spirit beast meat from the Qiankun bag and gave it to Qian Yang as food for the sky-beating eagle.

The value of spirit beast meat is not high, don't look at the exaggerated sacks here, it is only three or five spirit stones when it is full. Since it was given by the elders, Qian Yang was not hypocritical, and after thanking him, he put it in the Qiankun bag.

Qian Yang's Qiankun bag is only the lowest-level storage magic weapon issued by the sect, and there are only a few cubic meters of space in it, which is usually enough to hold some sundries, but as soon as these hemp bags are stuffed in, the space immediately seems to be stretched.

Qian Yang can be regarded as a small asset this time, and he has the heart to buy a larger storage weapon now, but he gave up after a moment's thought. During this experience, he found that he had a lot of shortcomings, and he still needed to buy a lot of items to make up for his shortcomings. However, what exactly you need needs needs to be sorted out slowly after you go back. In this case, it is better to configure such a small thing as a storage tool after you finish tidying it up!

Bidding farewell to Father Qi, the three of them stepped on the flying boat and flew in the direction of the sect. This experience took a long time, and it has been more than a month since they left the sect, and now that the trip is complete, the three of them are also like arrows.

It wasn't until they stepped on the land of the other side of the peak that the three of them finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Are you going to hand in the task?" asked Qian Yang.

"I'll go back tomorrow! I'd like to go back to my stomach now. The fat man looked tired.

"Then tomorrow, my master must miss me!" Miss Tang was not interested in handing in the task.

The three of them agreed to go back to their respective homes, Qian Yang pushed open the door, and stuck on his small bed, not wanting to move.

This experience has gained a lot of money, but it is still too dangerous for Qian Yang, a rookie.

Before leaving, his plan was to fight a few little monsters like the silverhorn deer, and then complete a few simple small tasks, mainly to familiarize himself with the routines of the experience, and find the feeling of fighting by the way, as for the harvest is not important.

From the moment he accidentally met the legendary Qianyuan mushroom that represents chance, everything went off the rails, fighting the mountain giant ape, fighting the blue-tailed monkey, meeting the wildebeest herd on the road, and playing a trapeze, plus the later secret realm, fighting wits and courage with the green locust, and narrowly killing several times along the way, making Qian Yang physically and mentally exhausted now.

But the harvest is really gratifying, not only brought back more than a thousand spirit stones, but also got a magic weapon with a spirit, yes, there is also a spell, speaking of which spell seems to be able to be used like this, ......right?

Qian Yang slowly fell asleep in the chaos of thoughts, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and there seemed to be light oozing out of his closed eyes, as if he saw tomorrow, as if he saw an infinitely wonderful future.

At this time, Tang Xiaoguo leaned on his father's side, his eyebrows fluttering, telling about the wonderful encounters along the way. Tang Zhangjiao's eyes were full of love, listening to the words and deeds of the two fools in the mouth of his beloved daughter, a gleam flashed in his eyes from time to time......