Because of taking Long Xin with them, Zhang Yuanhao and the others still returned to the inn last time and opened another Tianzi room to let Long Xin sleep in it.

Although a monk who cultivates Qi at the first level can also do it for several days, it is still far from a monk like Zhang Yuanhao who has completed Qi training. Zhang Yuanhao ordered Long Xin to go to the side room to sleep, and the latter naturally agreed obediently.

Now, Zhang Yuanhao can finally spare time to study the wooden box.

Gently closing the wooden door of the room, Zhang Yuanhao sat cross-legged on the bed, took out the wooden box that his spiritual sense could not penetrate from the storage bag, and carefully fiddled with it.

After a long time, Zhang Yuanhao stood up a little dejectedly, with doubts between his eyebrows.

In the time just now, he had tried various methods such as blood dropping, spiritual sense branding, heart blood sacrifice, fire and water forging, etc., but he had not succeeded in getting any news about this wooden box.

Wait a minute!

Zhang Yuanhao recalled the words of the monk who had stolen the luck wooden box by him, and his heart was a little moved.

"Contaminated with fairy ......"

Zhang Yuanhao put a red orchid, an ordinary medicinal herb used to refine the Cabernet Pill, into the wooden box and covered it. After a long time, Zhang Yuanhao opened it impatiently, but was disappointed to find that nothing had changed.

"Could it be that I misjudged? This is just a normal thing?"

Zhang Yuanhao thought about it, and immediately shook his head. Just kidding, this wooden box changed his luck instantly, and it must have something extraordinary, but he was just clumsy and couldn't see why.

"By the way, Long Xin's little girl has an extraordinary vision, it's better to ......"

As soon as this idea sprouted from Zhang Yuanhao's head, it seemed to sprout. Long Xin was born extraordinary, and she is an atmospheric person, and she may have some kind of pro-spirit physique, so it is perfect to ask her for help in this kind of thing.

Thinking like this, Zhang Yuanhao put aside the wooden box and sorted out the storage bag.

His storage bag is three feet square, almost the size of a carriage, it can be regarded as a relatively high-quality storage bag, many storage bags in the Qi Cultivation Realm are only tens of inches in radius, I don't know how many times smaller than him, and can only store some small items.

Every time such a storage bag is seized, he will explore the size of the storage bag, and those very small storage bags are naturally thrown directly, but those with an internal space of more than two feet are tied together by Zhang Yuanhao and his storage bag, and at this moment he already has four storage bags, which is a little indecent.

The last time he killed Ouyang Shuo and the Nagan people of Lion Tiger Mountain, Zhang Yuanhao didn't know how many storage bags he could get. However, most of them were very small storage bags, all of which were thrown by Zhang Yuanhao in the wilderness, and only one or two storage bags were about two feet long. But Ouyang Shuo's storage bag he never dared to hold on his body, although the internal space was three or four feet, but he was also abandoned in the wilderness by Zhang Yuanhao.

It was a pity that Xiang Kui's storage bag fell into Lu Jiansheng's hands, and there were five thousand spirit stones in it.

"Hmph, Lu Jiansheng, the heir of the Yi Yan Sword Sect?"

As soon as he thought of Lu Jiansheng, Zhang Yuanhao hated itchy. He didn't have the resources of Lu Jiansheng, so even if he was a small realm higher than him, he was not inferior to the former.

However, if he, Zhang Yuanhao, entered the foundation building, it would be different. In the face of Qi Cultivation, the Foundation Building Cultivator is absolutely crushed, even if there are ten or hundred Qi Cultivation Perfections, he is far from being an opponent of Foundation Building.

Nothing was said all night. The next morning, Zhang Yuanhao opened his eyes at the first rays of daylight.

Every night is an ordinary meditation and spitting, practicing the "Burning Flame Technique", although the spiritual power in the body has reached the peak, but the concept and experience of spell construction have still improved. The more familiar the monk is with the spell structure, the more he will be able to take advantage of his opponents.

In "Burning Flame Technique", in addition to the mid-level spell of Burning Flame Sword Qi, there are also several low-level spells and a middle-level spell - Burning Flame Blade.

Unlike the widely spread fire blade technique, although both are mid-level spells, there is a difference between them and inferior. Incineration Fire Blade!It is based on the Fire Blade Technique, which deepens the control of the fire element, supplemented by the Burning Flame Sword Qi, which can be instantaneous. This is a terrifying thing, if it weren't for its slightly weaker power, otherwise it would be considered a high-level spell.

The only pity is that this spell has high requirements for the manipulator's spiritual sense control, although Zhang Yuanhao's spiritual sense is far stronger than the ordinary Qi training perfection, but he is still unable to control the fire blade in the chaos. Otherwise, he would go directly to a fire blade, and even if he practiced his qi more, he would cut his throat.

Only when the foundation is built, the spiritual consciousness is sublimated to the extreme, and it reaches the range of one mile, and then the instinct of single-mindedness and dual-purpose will be extended, and then the power of this spell can be truly exerted. In fact, this is also a big gap between the foundation building realm and the qi cultivation realm.

......

"Master!"

Long Xin wore a white dress, rubbed her eyes and walked out of the side room, yawning.

Zhang Yuanhao touched her head with a smile, led her out of the door, and left the inn.

Today, Zhang Yuanhao is not going to take her to the east of the city. He had important things to do. He had to go to the Casting Sect's station in Beilong City first, find Deng Jing, and exchange it for the Rubik's Cube that Long Xin valued very much, and then find a time for her to help look at the mysterious wooden box that came from a certain monk's hand.

There is still a hustle and bustle in the market. The monks can cultivate immortals, and they can also bargain like people in the market, shouting and shouting. In a way, they are also similar to mortals.

The Casting Sect is very special, unlike sects like the Lingguang Sect or the Iron Corpse Sect. It can be said to be a trade union of the refining profession, if you want to join the Casting Sect, you don't need any natural spiritual roots, as long as you like refining weapons and have made great achievements in refining tools. Then you don't need to speak yourself, the Forge Sect will also send someone to find you and invite you to join.

However, there is also a disadvantage to this, that is, there is a general problem that the disciples of the Casting Sect do not have a strong sense of belonging to the sect. Such a sect has indeed grown rapidly, but the hearts of the people have not gathered, and some excellent refiners will be easily poached by other sects.

Back to the topic, when it comes to the Casting Sect, it has stores in many cities in Cangfeng Kingdom, not only to undertake the forging of secular mortals, but also to sell magic tools for monks.

Beilong City is the third largest city in Cangfeng Kingdom, and the store set up here by the Casting Sect is also quite good. On the edge of the city, near the street in the eastern part of the city, there is a building of a very different style, simple but not losing the atmosphere, monks come and go, very lively.

Zhang Yuanhao took Long Xin's hand and led her into the two quaint giant doors made of black iron with the flow of people.

The door is several zhang high, and there are countless mountains, rivers, plants, fish, insects and beasts engraved by the monks of the Casting Sect on it, which is quite the style of the ancient monks.

Walking inside the door, it is a new world. The beams above the head were also inscribed by the monks of the Casting Sect, and the signs made of iron and wood hung above their heads, so that as long as they looked up, they could clearly know which way they were going.

Zhang Yuanhao did not follow the instructions on the iron and wood tablet, but stopped a monk of the Casting Sect, revealed his identity, and asked to see Deng Jing, the elder of the Casting Sect.

Soon, the monk ran back and led Zhang Yuanhao and the others all the way around to an exquisite compartment.