Thinking of this, Xiao Feng's face was full of unwillingness, it was difficult for such a great creation to give it up, which was even more difficult for him to accept than letting him be a mining disciple.

But no matter how great the creation is, it must be enjoyed by life, otherwise everything is just whimsical.

However, just when Xiao Feng was thinking about how to hide Xiao Ding, even if he buried Ding back in the ground, he was absolutely unwilling to hand it over. At this moment, the mutation reappeared, and Xiao Feng only felt that a burst of blood flashed in front of him, and then burst out with golden light.

The golden light suddenly retracted, burrowed into his body, and disappeared without a trace. Xiao Feng was stunned, his face was full of astonishment.

It was not only the golden light that disappeared, but also the heavy little tripod in his hand.

After a moment of stunned, Xiao Feng quickly closed his eyes and looked inwardly at the situation in his body, and then his face was full of surprise, and Xiao Ding suddenly appeared in his sea of qi.

"Recognize the Lord's magic weapon. Xiao Feng thought of this possibility, and he was shocked to helplessly regain steps back and forth in the mine.

The biggest difference between magic weapons and magic weapons is that magic weapons cannot recognize the master, while magic weapons can recognize the master.

Once the master is recognized, unless the master dies, the magic weapon will always follow the master and will never rebel.

The difference is that the magic weapon of recognizing the master is highly malleable, and it can be continuously tempered by the master, and the potential is very high, and it will grow with the growth of the master.

However, magic weapons are not good, and even if they meet a master, they may be forcibly taken away. Turn the tip of the gun to the master.

But thinking of this, Xiao Feng's brows furrowed again.

The magic weapon is something that he plays in the Purple Mansion Period, not to mention that he is a little monk in the artistic conception period, even if it is the Painting God Period, he can't use the magic weapon.

This is mainly because if you want to drive the magic weapon, you must have strong mana and divine consciousness to use it as kinetic energy, and before the Purple Mansion Period, it was almost impossible to drive the magic weapon.

Moreover, the magic weapons all contain a strong aura, and if the cultivation is insufficient, the forcible recognition of the main magic weapon may also be blown up by the magic weapon.

If this Xiao Ding is really a magic weapon, how can he recognize the magic weapon, and he would have thought that Xiao Ding is a magic weapon before, because Xiao Ding may have been stained with his own blood, which is a condition for recognizing the magic weapon, but it is only a condition, not a complete process of recognizing the magic weapon.

Xiao Feng, who had this thought, his face gradually became solemn, and he didn't know whether this Xiao Ding had entered his body, whether it was a good thing or a bad thing.

It was impossible for him to let Xiao Ding leave it alone in his body, so Xiao Feng's consciousness moved and tried to communicate with Xiao Ding.

What reassured him was that Xiao Ding came out of his body again with a burst of golden light and appeared on his palm.

can take it out, at least let him not worry so much, otherwise if Xiao Ding can't come out, he really can't help it.

Xiao Feng tried to open the lid again, but unfortunately he still couldn't move the lid in the slightest, and in desperation, he could only temporarily stop the idea of studying this treasure and withdraw Xiao Ding into his body.

After trying to jump a few times and not experiencing any discomfort, Xiao Feng's nervous mood was also relieved, and he picked up the iron pickaxe and struck it.

No matter how mysterious Xiao Ding is, it is not a time for him to study at this time, in the mine, he has no freedom at all, and he is under the surveillance of others all the time.

If Xiao Ding is discovered, it will not be worth losing his life if he can't kill people and seize the treasure.

After Xiao Feng filled a storage bag of six square meters with ore, he walked out of the mine and came to the cave hall.

From a distance, he saw the little old man Feng Shibo sitting on a Taishi chair, seemingly looking at the books very intently.

Xiao Feng knew that he was looking at his experience, and the sect specially rewarded his fellow disciples, who were the difficulties encountered by the same sect in cultivation, and shared their experiences with the same sect.

Although this thing doesn't seem to be valuable, it's actually very precious, even if it's the same sect, unless you exchange it for your own experience, you have to use the sect's contribution to exchange it with the sect.

Xiao Feng didn't bother the little old man to read, he quietly walked to the side and meditated cross-legged.

I don't know how long it took, the little old man put away the bamboo roll, looked at Xiao Feng and said.

"Mission accomplished?"

For Xiao Feng, this little old man still has a good impression of him, at least Xiao Feng will not be like other disciples, always thinking about finding an opportunity to escape from here, and he will not be nosy.

Anyway, when the task is explained, he will carry it out, and he will not be too demanding, nor will he bargain. The speed of completing tasks has always been the fastest.

"Uncle Feng, this is today's share, please take a look. Xiao Feng got up, handed the storage bag hanging on his waist to the little old man and said.

The little old man took the storage bag, just glanced at it, and then looked at Xiao Feng, his eyes flashing with essence.

Xiao Feng stood expressionlessly in place, motionless, letting the other party's gaze sweep up and down.

But his heart was not calm at all, and even thumped wildly.

Xiao Feng knew that the little old man was searching his body with his divine sense, and he was not sure whether Xiao Ding's secret would be discovered by the other party.

You must know that the divine consciousness is pervasive, the divine consciousness can even penetrate the human body, Xiao Ding is in his own qi sea, not hidden at all, at least for cultivators, there are too many ways to discover Xiao Ding in his qi sea.

"Well, yes, you can go and practice. The little old man retracted his gaze and nodded with satisfaction.

Seeing this, Xiao Feng secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it, he thought about it like a nobody, and spoke.

"Uncle, the conditions that I promised my disciples before can still be counted. ”

"Hmph, don't worry, as long as you can complete the task, I won't give you less than what I promised you. ”

"Thank you, uncle, the disciple will leave first. When Xiao Feng heard this, his face showed a rare joy, he arched his hand at the little old man, turned around and walked towards the mountain wall.

Looking at Xiao Feng's distant back, the little old man shook his head helplessly, and sighed in his heart: "If this kid hadn't come to the mine, maybe he would have become a big man in the future." ”

Although he thought so in his heart, the little old man also knew that Xiao Feng had no chance, and there was no precedent for the disciples who came in to leave alive.

Xiao Feng walked to a stone room on the sixth floor, raised his hand to push the stone room open, and walked in.

But in his heart, he was thinking about how to complete the transaction with the little old man as soon as possible.

In fact, it can't be regarded as a transaction, Xiao Feng had asked the little old man for advice on the cultivation method of spells before.

But the little old man refused to teach him in vain, and asked him to work a third more than others every day, and after ten days he would teach him a spell.

Yesterday he had only gotten a spell cultivation method from the little old man, and just now he just wanted to ask if this transaction could still be carried out.

If he could, he would also be able to get more methods of practicing spells from the little old man.