Panda Taoist Priest

"Take a few pills as well." Lin An poured out a few more pills and threw them at Chu Xiong.

Chu Xiong took it and threw it into his mouth. The bloody holes that were created by Zhang Ziqiang's spirit sword quickly healed up.

What a good medicine!

Chu Xiong licked his lips, staring at the porcelain bottle in Lin An's hand, his eyes slightly flickering.

Lin An lowered his head to look at his daoist robe, his face bitter. "I just changed into a new daoist robe, what a pity."

The healing medicine can cure the injury, but it can't sew up the damaged clothes. When Lin An came out to search for treasures, he naturally did not prepare any robes. At this moment, he could only hang the tattered robes on his body.

"Let me take a look at today's harvest!" Lin An's eyes lit up and his face lit up. He took out the storage bag he found on Zhang Ziqiang's corpse.

Chu Xiong frowned and looked around. At the same time, he raised both of his ears and concentrated the spiritual energy into his ears. Chu Xiong and Lin An had just come down from the mountain, so they were not completely safe. Lin An was only looking at the harvest now, and in Chu Xiong's eyes, it wasn't very safe.

However, Chu Xiong did not plan to stop Lin An, because he was also a bit curious, what good stuff could that middle mortal body Daoist Priest have in Zhang Ziqiang's storage bag.

Chu Xiong was originally a tomb robbing expert, so he was very interested in treasures.

Opening the storage bag, stealing a treasure, one feeling.

Lin An raised his hand and formed a hand seal. He opened the storage bag and emptied it. A few items appeared in front of Lin An and Chu Xiong.

Chu Xiong lowered his head and looked carefully. There were a few porcelain vases, a book, a bell, and a few fingernail-sized spirit stones.

On the other hand, Chu Xiong didn't feel anything. After all, other than the spirit stones on the ground, he couldn't see any other use for anything else.

However, Lin An instantly became excited. His body slightly trembled as he continuously muttered to himself, "I've struck gold, I've struck gold! I've struck gold!"

"I've struck it rich!" Chu Xiong was also stunned, even though he spent a lot of effort trying to kill Zhang Ziqiang and he was even injured. But he had never thought that this would allow him to get rich!

Lin An's hands were trembling as he took out a few spirit stones to examine them. Among them, two were much brighter than the others.

Chu Xiong could feel the fluctuations and was slightly surprised. The spiritual energy contained in these two bright Spirit Stones far exceeded that of the low grade Spirit Stones.

"These are two mid-grade Spirit Stones, one is equal to a hundred low-grade Spirit Stones." Lin An saw the curiosity on Chu Xiong's face so he happily explained.

"I didn't expect to earn a hundred times the wealth from a life and death battle. You don't know that my yearly share in the Gui Yun Sect is only one low-grade spirit stone." Lin An sighed.

Every year, Lin An was able to take out a low grade spirit stone from the temple, and if the daily consumption was removed, he would not be able to store any spirit stones at all. In the past ten years, Lin An had only saved a few low-grade spirit stones. He had spent two to buy Chu Xiong and threw one to the side on the road. If he hadn't made a fortune for the dead, he would have already gone bankrupt.

"This is a Medial Grade Spirit Stone!" Chu Xiong carefully felt the spiritual energy in there and was amazed. This was his first time seeing a mid-grade Spirit Stone, and Lin An did not have such a good item in the past. If he could absorb the Spiritual Energy from the Spirit Stones, it would not be a small matter.

Lin An put the spirit stones into his storage pouch and opened a few porcelain bottles to examine them. However, this time he was somewhat disappointed. This was because these porcelain bottles were filled with ordinary medicine and there were no spirit medicines to aid their cultivation.

This was not because Zhang Ziqiang was poor, but because spiritual medicines were hard to come by. Even if Zhang Ziqiang got his hands on spiritual medicines, he only got a few. As soon as he obtained it, he was convinced. How could he possibly carry it with him?

Lin An sighed lightly and put away the porcelain bottle. No matter what, he was just picking it up for free. He could not ask for too much from her.

He looked at the book and the bell in front of him, swept his eyes across them, and picked up the bell. Books need to be scrutinized, but what the bell is used for, you can see after a try.

"Clank, clank." The purple bell was palm-sized. It was ice-cold to the touch and its surface was incomparably smooth.

Lin An held the bell in one hand and made a hand sign towards the bell with the other.

The bell suddenly rang, and 'clang clang', it was clear and melodious.

Other than the melodious sound of the bell, Lin An did not discover anything special about it. He could not help but feel suspicious. He didn't think that Zhang Ziqiang would carry a useless bell with him, especially since this bell was obviously a magical equipment.

Lin An naturally could not feel the extraordinary nature of the bell, because this bell did not have any effect on people.

Chu Xiong was still enjoying the show when he suddenly heard the bell ring. Immediately, all the blood in his body trembled as he madly rushed forward like a torrent. Chu Xiong's eyes reddened, his body uncontrollably grew taller, stronger, and firmer. There was only one thought running through his mind …

Kill!

"What happened to me?!" Chu Xiong was shocked. He bit his tongue and used the pain to get himself out of the control of the bell.

It was a good thing that Lin An only activated the bell once before stopping. Otherwise, it was hard to say if Chu Xiong could recover. Medium-grade magic tools were not that easy to resist.

Instantly, Chu Xiong understood the reason for his change. Looking at Lin An, he formed a hand seal with one hand and planned to cast the bell again. He could not help but feel his heart skip a beat. That feeling of losing control, he did not want to try again.

He grabbed with one hand and the bell in Lin An's hand steadily appeared in Chu Xiong's palm.

Ah!

Lin An was still thinking about the usage of the bell, but Chu Xiong's grab scared him so much that his whole body shivered. He couldn't help but be a bit displeased, "If you want to see it, just say it, do you need to steal it?" As he said that, he turned his head to look at Chu Xiong. At this time, Chu Xiong was tall and big, both of his eyes were red, scaring Lin An so much that his face changed and his voice trembled, "You, what happened to you?"

No matter how he looked at it, Chu Xiong's appearance looked like he was killing people for their treasures!

"I don't feel comfortable when this bell rings!" Chu Xiong said while panting heavily.

"What does a black bear know about magic tools?" Lin An said indifferently.

"You're not allowed to shake it anyway. This bell seems to be able to stimulate my potential!" Chu Xiong said.

Although the sound of the bell stopped, the effect of Chu Xiong's transformation did not disappear. Chu Xiong roughly calculated that the effect of the bell was equivalent to using a small technique.

If you use your special ability, then use your bell...

Chu Xiong heavily panted two times and made up his mind. When there was no one around, he would try. Of course, he had to maintain his rationality. He didn't want to be a stupid thing that only had strength and no reason.

"To stimulate your potential!" Lin An was shocked as he looked carefully at Chu Xiong's figure.

From what he had seen, there was once a Daoist Priest had a treasure called the "Bloodthirsty Bell". It was a mid-grade magic tool that could stimulate the blood energy of spirit beasts and greatly increase the power of spirit beasts.

"Could it be a mid-grade magic tool, the 'Bloodthirsty Bell'?!" "… …" Lin An's voice was trembling. I never thought that this treasure would actually belong to Zhang Ziqiang. "

Intermediate grade magic tools were something he yearned for even in his dreams. The strength of a Daoist cultivator was based on their own cultivation. As for the other, it was based on the strength of their magic tools.

Lin An's strength was naturally inferior, but with a mid-grade magic tool, it would be completely different …

Although this thing belonged to Zhang Ziqiang, it couldn't be used in the future. It could be stored in a storage bag and be used with confidence!

As he thought about this, Lin An raised his hands to take back the bell.

How could Chu Xiong give such a dangerous thing to Lin An? If Lin An lost his mind and used all his strength to ring the bell, wouldn't his life be in danger?

Chu Xiong withdrew the bell and firmly grasped it in his hand.

"I killed Zhang Ziqiang. I want the Bloodthirsty Bell."

"Ugh …" Lin An was stunned.

Then he reacted and said angrily, "What do you want the Bloodthirsty Bell for? It's not like you don't know how to cast spells, so what's the use of putting it in your hands? "

Indeed, even though Chu Xiong was a low level spirit beast, other than brute force, he knew a small innate ability.

He really doesn't know how to cast spells!

Not to mention that Chu Xiong didn't know how to use magic, even high level spirit beasts didn't know how to use magic.

Who had ever seen a chicken form a spell?

Who had ever seen a wolf casting spells?

Who had ever seen a bear club incantation?

Spirit beasts could neither read nor speak.

Was he going to eat it like it was rice?!

"Besides, where are you going to put it?" "We killed Zhang Ziqiang, you can't just hang it around your neck …"

Before Lin An could finish, Chu Xiong pulled out a crumpled, dirty, and bloody storage bag from the long black fur on his waist.