Pick up the treasure bag and start cultivating immortals from the shrinking lamp

There was fighting everywhere.

For the Qinghuang Shenmu Flag, the foundation-building monks present went crazy, and they were just desperately trying to snatch it.

Not all foundation-building monks can possess spiritual weapons.

It is very rare for an ordinary foundation-building cultivator without any sect to possess a top-quality magic weapon.

The Qinghuang Divine Wooden Flag is a rare defensive weapon, so how can we prevent them from going crazy?

"This guy Bamboo Horse has already taken away three Qinghuang Sacred Wooden Flags. Why hasn't he come back yet?"

In the distance, Xia Chen was flying a mini-fighter, his eyebrows showing anxiety.

At this time, most of the Qinghuang Shenmu Flags already had owners.

If you want to rob it, you can only snatch it from the jaws of those foundation-building monks.

Although the Bamboo Horse is extremely talented and has a body comparable to a high-grade magic weapon, if faced head-on with a Foundation-Building Monk, the winning rate is extremely low.

Even if you run away, you may not be able to escape.

The battle has reached a fever pitch.

"These two flags are mine!"

A horse-faced monk rolled up his sleeves and the cyan flag in the air was instantly sucked up.

At this moment, another foundation-building monk came to fight for the Green Desolate Divine Wood Flag.

Both of them were in the middle stage of foundation building, so they were evenly matched, and for a moment they were evenly matched.

Finally, the horse-faced monk offered a second-level high-quality talisman.

The huge explosion burst out with overwhelming energy, shocking the monks not far away and quickly evaded it.

The monk who robbed it was killed directly.

The horse-faced monk groped quickly on the corpse, and then left quickly without fighting for it.

In the battle just now, he also lost miserably and suffered serious injuries.

If you stay any longer, you are courting death!

Before he had flown four or five miles, he vaguely felt something following behind him.

When he turned around, he saw a long golden cane, shining with light golden light, hitting him fiercely.

Bang!

The horse-faced monk was shocked. He had no time to do anything and only felt a sharp pain in his back.

Then his eyes went black, his throat felt sweet, and he spit out blood!

Another stroke of the stick.

The horse-faced monk lost his breath and lay on the ground.

Zhu Ma is familiar with using his mind power to search out the horse-faced monk's storage bag.

"Let's go!"

At this time, a dragonfly-sized fighter plane flew over, and a rushing sound came from inside.

The bamboo horse did not hesitate, and jumped over the fighter plane with a slight jump.

Then the body shrank sharply and entered the cabin.

Xia Chen immediately controlled the mini fighter and left the area.

As for searching the battlefield after the battle?

Don't think about it!

Such a loud and powerful battle has attracted the attention of countless monks.

At this moment, I am afraid that many monks are coming from a distance.

At that time, under the sweep of the spiritual thoughts of many powerful people, he would be exposed even if he didn't know it.

After three hours of flight.

One person, one grass, and one bamboo horse finally returned to Qingzhu Peak.

The mini plane did not stop. It went directly to the cave, turned on the switch, and entered the underground secret base.

After getting off the plane, Zhu Ma couldn't wait to take out three flags that were more than a foot long and had a hazy green color.

At the same time, there are two storage bags, both belonging to the horse-faced monk.

Xia Chen did not check the treasure immediately, but looked solemn and said sternly: "Forget it this time, if you still disobey the command next time, you will be severely punished!"

"Boohoo!"

The bamboo horse smiled and did not dare to say anything.

"This is your reward!"

Xia Chen knew rewards and punishments clearly, so he immediately took out a Biyun Pill.

Biyundan is a high-grade elixir, and he doesn't even have enough of it.

This is the first time for bamboo horse to eat.

The Seven-leaf Sword Grass on the side was very envious.

But there is no way, Zhu Ma's performance last night was obvious to all.

It is also convinced.

Zhu Ma swallowed the Biyun Pill in his mouth, then looked at the Seven-leaf Sword Grass with pride, and then happily found a room to refine it.

Xia Chen turned to take out the broken sword that was auctioned at Wanbao Tower.

When the Seven-leaf Sword Grass saw it, he couldn't wait to come over and took a deep breath.

A faint mass of gray-black metallic energy emerged from the broken sword and entered Jiancao's mouth.

"This is probably the innate magical power!"

Xia Chen said to himself.

Generally, only aliens with the bloodline of ancient ferocious beasts can activate their innate magical powers.

The Seven-leaf Sword Grass is even more extraordinary. It possesses two innate magical powers.

One is the ability to emit "sword energy".

The sharpness is no less than the sword energy displayed by the middle-grade magic sword, and it can send out more than a dozen swords in one breath.

The second is the metallic energy that swallows up all kinds of ore weapons.

The more it swallows, the more powerful the sword energy it emits.

One can imagine how unusual the heels of the Seven-leaf Sword Grass are.

After about one stick of incense, the Seven-leaf Sword Grass stopped absorbing.

I saw many black spots on its branches and leaves. Those who didn't know it thought it had black spot disease.

"belch……"

Seven-leaf Sword Grass exuded fierce Qi from all over her body. She burped, then wandered around and found a room to digest.

Xia Chen picked up the broken sword on the ground.

The rust that was originally covered on it suddenly fell off at this moment.

The metal surface emitting a dark black light was exposed.

"It seems that the metal used to cast this broken sword is not ordinary. It should be high-grade spiritual gold. Perhaps it can be melted and recast!"

Xia Chen thought in his heart.

The gap of this broken sword is too blunt, and the blade is uneven, so it can't be used as a sword anymore.

The only way is to recast it.

However, the melting point of this metal must be very high, and ordinary flames can't melt it at all.

Special earthly fire must be used.

Not far away, three Qinghuang sacred wood flags lay quietly on the ground.

Xia Chen picked it up. The flag was as soft as satin, neither silk nor linen. I don't know what material it is, and there is a blue cloud pattern sewn on it.

He was excited.

This is a top-grade magic weapon!

There are two storage bags next to it.

Xia Chen hurriedly used his spiritual sense to explore it.

But he found that there was a restriction inside, and his spiritual sense couldn't penetrate it at all.

The other storage bag was the same.

Xia Chen didn't dare to force his spiritual sense to enter, otherwise it would trigger the restriction and the internal space of the storage bag would be directly annihilated.

This kind of restriction is basically constructed with the spiritual sense of the original owner.

In this way, even if you know the basic principle of the restriction, you can't solve it.

Unless your spiritual consciousness is several times higher than that of the owner of the storage bag, and you can destroy the spiritual consciousness restriction at a very fast speed.

"Perhaps only after two years, it will be possible to open these two storage bags!"

Xia Chen put it away casually.

Two years later, the three-year superpower training will be successfully completed.

The three superpowers of telekinesis, perspective, and instant movement will usher in great success.

By then, his soul will be powerful to a terrifying degree.

Xia Chen took out a thousand low-grade spirit stones and said to the air: "System, upgrade the air broadcast satellite to E-level!"

With a flash of light, the spirit stones on the ground disappeared.