Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 94 Make a deal

Before Fang Yan could come up with a good solution, the Jinpeng bird had already landed in front of Fang Yan, staring at him not knowing what he wanted to do.

Dialects dare not move rashly, but they can take a closer look at this ferocious monster. The standing Jinpeng bird is one foot tall, with golden feathers all over its body, and its sharp black claws glow faintly. Its sharp beak is red. Yes, with a curved hook, and two fist-sized eyes staring at him.

Dialect couldn't help being a little apprehensive, this is a monster that would kill the monks of Dzogchen Foundation Establishment, even if he blows his breath, he might blow himself away, but at this moment, Jin Pengniao seemed to have no intention of doing anything, just staring at himself, and at the same time dialect A burst of information came from the consciousness, but it was too messy, and the dialect could not understand what the Jinpeng bird in front of him wanted to express.

The fifth-order monster already has a lot of wisdom. Of course, it cannot be compared with the monk. Before the dialect understood what was going on, it suddenly felt that the Chichan and the Queen Bee came back. Not only did they come back, but they also brought the handle The fan came back together. It should be said that they came back with a fan. The two spiritual pets and the puppet were still trapped in the world in the fan. Then he brought back the fan as well.

Before Fang Yan could make a move, Jinpeng opened its mouth wide and swallowed the flying fan. Fang Yan was furious. There were two spiritual pets in it, and they had been together for several years. Fang Yan regarded the two spiritual pets as his own. Like a child, he was swallowed like this, regardless of the fifth-order monster in front of him, with a swipe, he raised the Yiyun Sword in his hand, ready to fight Jin Pengniao desperately.

Suddenly, with a few grunts, the Jinpeng bird opened its mouth and spit out a few things. Dialect also sensed that the Red Cicada Queen Bee was not dead, and was already staying by his side. Next to it was a fan, which was exactly the Jiutu fan that the old man was talking about.

With the magic weapon in front of him, Fang Yan still didn't dare to move. Now that the two spiritual pets have returned, there is no reason to desperately. Fang Yan wants to figure out what this Jinpeng bird wants to do.

The Jinpeng bird also found that the dialect didn't understand what it meant, so it hurriedly yelled at the red cicada and the queen bee. Low, I can only understand the meaning expressed in the dialect, but it is a bit difficult to convey the message to the dialect. After a long time, the dialect finally got something from the mixed messages of the two spiritual pets.

"You mean it wants me to give it something?"

Seeing the two spiritual pets nodding again and again, Fang Yan let out a sigh of relief, as long as he wants something from himself, he is not afraid.

But the other party is already a fifth-order monster, and I still have something that a fifth-order monster needs?Dialect quickly thought of what it wanted, Taixitu, it must be Taixitu.

Dialect tried to take out a small drop and handed it to Jinpengniao, as expected, Jinpengniao was so excited when he saw the small drop of Taixi soil spirit liquid in Fangyan's hand, he was about to fly into the sky to celebrate with a wave of his wings, but luckily he stopped in time, Otherwise, I'm afraid that Fang Yan and his two spirit beasts will die under Jin Pengniao's carelessness.

As soon as the dialect was handed out, the Jinpeng bird opened its mouth wide, and a stream of magic power came out from the Jinpeng bird's mouth, wrapped up the drop of spiritual liquid, and quickly entered the Jinpeng bird's mouth.

The Jinpeng bird who got the Taixi soil didn't care about the number of dialects. He disappeared in a flash, and flew to the deepest part of the nest to refine it. I don't know how much better the two sword escape techniques are than my own, which consumes a lot of energy but has little effect. However, Fang Yan also knows that this is Jin Pengniao's innate supernatural power, and it is not a spell at all, so I can't learn it even if I want to.

At this moment, Fang Yan quickly put away the magic treasure Nine Picture Fan on the ground, and beckoned the two spiritual pets to leave this dangerous monster cave.

Unexpectedly, the dialect still couldn't go out, Jin Pengniao didn't remove the restriction, unless it was the same as when it came, it still activated the blood escape, and just lost almost a quarter of the blood essence, I don't know how long it will take to replenish it , It is absolutely impossible to let the dialect start again.

Since I can't get out, I can only stay here. Fang Yan doesn't want to offend that Jinpeng bird, so it's not bad to think about staying here. It was Rong Canghai who sensed his position, and he also needed to weigh it.

Thinking about it this way, Fang Yan was unwilling to leave. He wanted to leave just now because of the horror of the fifth-level monsters. After Fang Yan thought it through, he decided to stay in Jinpeng's lair to refine that divine sense.

At the same time, the dialect blew up the magic weapon continuously within a few days, and the soul was also damaged. Even with the Yangshen Pill, it would take some time to recover.

The fifth-order monster, even the Jindan great cultivators dare not say that they will definitely be able to defeat it, but the dialect has no way to do it. The Soul Eater Array can't even deal with that old man, let alone this fifth-order monster iron-backed Jinpeng Bird, the arrangement has no effect except to increase the opponent's disgust for no reason. Dialect simply didn't prepare anything, just hid in a corner of the nest and refined the divine sense.

At the same time Jin Pengniao swallowed the Nine Picture Fan just now, Rong Canghai, who was hundreds of thousands of miles away, immediately noticed that although the Nine Picture Fan was not his talisman, it was something he had practiced for decades How could Rong Canghai not be surprised, and his mark was wiped off by his life? Could it be that something happened to Wu Xiong?While he was hesitating, a cry for help came from his consciousness: "Master, help me."

"Wu Xiong?" A red light came from the sky, and a small leaf appeared out of thin air.

"Requiem leaf?" Rong Canghai took the leaf in his hand, and immediately felt Wu Xiong's soul that was about to dissipate. Who could destroy Wu Xiong completely, and the soul was forced to hide in the requiem leaf. Even if he didn't escape in this way, Wu Xiong's soul is only one-third left, and he doesn't know how long it will take to recover, even if he wants to live in a house for the time being.

Rong Canghai tried to communicate with Wu Xiong in Requiem Yezhong, but only heard Wu Xiong's voice for saving his life, and a few words of information about Jindan, and a few shadows of dialects in between, but he didn't get any specifics. .

In desperation, he put away the requiem leaf and thought to himself, could it be that the kid is backed by a Golden Core cultivator?It's not an ordinary Golden Core monk, at least in the middle stage of Golden Core, otherwise, with Wu Xiong's foundation-building Dzogchen cultivation base, it is impossible to escape without exploding the magic weapon of life, only a wisp of remnant soul escaped, and then considering Just now, the other party completely erased the mark on the magic weapon he had practiced for a long time in an instant, Rong Canghai was not sure what level the other party was.

After a while, Rong Canghai seemed to suddenly think of something, and said: "Wu Xiong, this is the last time you serve me. As long as I get that thing, I will definitely avenge you." , with a frenzied gleam in his eyes.

Although he can still feel the divine sense left in the dialect body, Rong Canghai is ready to ignore it. Although his strength may be slightly affected if he loses this divine sense, as long as he makes a breakthrough, he will make up for everything.

Thinking of this, Rong Canghai disappeared from this secret room in a flash, not knowing where he went.

Jinpeng refined Taixi soil much faster than Fang Yan, within half a day, it got close to Fang Yan again, and rubbed Fang Yan's body with its sharp beak, scaring Fang Yan half to death.

It was only later that Dialect realized that Ganqing was acting like a baby, and the fifth-level monster would do the same?Refusal is impossible, Fang Yan stretched out his hand and took out a few drops of Taixi soil spirit liquid and handed it to Jin Pengniao. Send it to dialect.

"Are you going to exchange?" Dialect tried to communicate with Jinpengniao with his consciousness. Seeing Jinpengniao nodded, he stretched out his hand to put the jade slip away. It is something that can make fifth-order monsters care about it. I don't know what rank it is .

After Jin Pengniao handed the jade slips to Fang Yan, he disappeared in a flash.

Dialect looked at the jade slips in his hand, and penetrated his spiritual consciousness into it. The 'Vatican Jue Body Training Technique', an ancient kung fu method, and body training formulas, have four layers in total.

Dialect soon knew that he had obtained the treasure. Compared with Taixitu, this set of formulas is more precious. Unfortunately, the content of this jade slip is not complete, only the first two layers, and the second two layers are lost for some reason.It's just that now is not the time to practice this technique, the current dialect needs to first refine that divine sense, and then replenish one's own essence and blood, these are the most urgent tasks.

Dialect flipped his hand, put the jade slip into the Qiankun Pot, closed his eyes and began to refine the divine thoughts.

(End of this chapter)