Chapter 137: Dragon Horn
Chapter 138: Dragon Horn
"Golden scaled pangolin?"
Li Quanqing immediately became interested and opened the spirit beast bag, revealing a golden pangolin spirit beast with a soft belly and a body slightly larger than a ginger cat.
[Mountain Nemesis] Golden Scale Pangolin: "I'll dig and dig with my little claws. The tunnels I dig out in the mountains will be my home~"
[Cultivation: Qi Refining Level 46 (%)]
"Ow~"
The pangolin poked its pointed head out of its spirit beast bag, scratched around with its two claws, and looked around. It seemed not to be afraid of strangers.
Its cry is very thin, giving people an extremely quiet feeling. Its back is covered with golden scales, and its pupils are round and black, making it look very smart.
"A very nice beast."
Li Quanqing opened his mouth, took out a few Soul-Feeding Pills and teased the little guy. This kind of pangolin is very rare on the island.
Seeing this, Wang Guhe smiled and offered to give the pangolin to Li Quanqing as a gift to congratulate him on his foundation building.
Li Quanqing tried to refuse several times but failed and wanted to buy it with spirit stones, but in the end he got the spirit beast for free.
Looking at the Li and Wang families chatting and laughing, Xiaoyaozi couldn't help but narrow his eyes and had a bad feeling in his heart.
The Wang family of Tonghua used to be relatively close to their Yun family, but now it seems that they are actually leaning towards the Li family?
Then my Xiaoyao Island will be isolated!
Xiaoyaozi stroked the soul storage ring in his hand and suddenly said, "Years ago, in order to explore the mystery of wind, I flew to Hanchi Immortal City alone on a cloud boat. I accidentally got a treasure and I would like to ask Senior Quanqing to take a look at it."
"Hanchi Immortal City is the holy land of independent cultivators 30,000 miles away, Jindan Immortal City?"
Li Quanqing's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he became very interested.
He had also heard of this immortal city. It was founded by a casual cultivator at the Jindan Zhenren level. It had a long heritage and prosperous trade. It was a holy place in the minds of countless casual cultivators.
Xiaoyaozi nodded and said, "The Immortal City is close to the open sea, and there are abundant monster resources. In addition, that immortal raised a cold dragon, so pythons and dragons are very common."
He raised the sea-blue ring on his hand and said, "I got this Soul Collection Ring from the Immortal City. It is much more convenient than a storage bag."
Upon hearing this, everyone couldn't help but look over and were very curious about this legendary fairy city.
Xiaoyaozi stroked the ring, and after a few flashes of light, he took out a scarlet horn with twisted gilded patterns on it.
A unique aura emanated, noble and fierce, as if from a naturally superior race, giving people a powerful sense of oppression.
“Could this be… a dragon horn?”
Li Quanqing touched the spirit beast bag on his waist and spoke casually.
The spirit beast bag he used was of a relatively advanced level. The monster beast inside could even sense the external environment.
Just now, the Dragon Flame Eagle sensed this unicorn horn and was chirping restlessly in the spirit beast bag.
"It's far from being called a dragon horn. It's just the horn of a red flame dragon. It's not particularly precious."
When Xiaoyaozi said this, he couldn't help but show a little pride on his face: "I once met several powerful demon hunters in the fairy city by chance, and hunted this second-level demon beast with them."
Li Quanqing noticed that the cultivators of the Yun family seemed to be particularly fond of hunting monsters. Perhaps it was a habit left over from their ancestors when they were reclaiming the land.
"Since you have successfully established your foundation, please use this red-flame dragon horn as a celebration to show the friendship between our two families."
The young people present were talking and laughing, and they seemed to have reached some kind of consensus in the conversation, completely excluding the Situ family.
Li Quanqing couldn't refuse, so he had to take the dragon horn into his pocket as well.
"Hanchi Immortal City, are there many Jiaomang monsters nearby?"
Li Quanqing kept in mind that if Ao Qing wanted to build a foundation in the future, he would definitely need the help of various rare resources.
He continued to talk with everyone until the end of the trade fair, and then came to the cave arranged by the Li family in the Whale King Square.
"Wow!!"
As soon as they entered the cave, the dragon flame eagle in the spirit beast bag couldn't wait to cry and struggled to get out. Fortunately, this courtyard was big enough, otherwise it really couldn't accommodate this huge creature.
Li Quanqing released the Dragon Flame Eagle, took out the horn of the Red Flame Dragon, and watched how it moved.
raging!
The Dragon Flame Eagle was seen pinching the dragon's horn with its claws and rubbing it on its feathers like a cat toy. Finally, it opened its mouth and spit out a wisp of dragon flame to cover it.
The flames burned so hot that the air was distorted.
Wisps of red mist emerged from the dragon's horns and were sucked into the spirit eagle's stomach. The spirit eagle's feathers exploded slightly in pleasure.
That appearance makes people think of the Baoguang Toad that exhales precious energy, as if they were carved from the same mold.
Li Quanqing let the spirit eagle do its thing, then took out the golden-scaled pangolin from the bag, and placed it on the stone table to examine it carefully.
"Ow~"
When the pangolin saw that there was only one person in front of it, its black eyes rolled around and it suddenly dived out.
It was moving extremely fast, like a ray of golden light, and it went straight into the lush grass. Its two little claws dug into the soil, trying to drill deep into the earth and get out.
As expected of a pangolin, it dug a pit several meters deep in the blink of an eye. Even if there were hard rocks blocking the way, they would be crushed by it with a snap and swallowed into its stomach.
The little pangolin's scales were pressed together, and a layer of khaki light flowed throughout its body, like rippling water. In the blink of an eye, it would burrow into the soil and disappear.
"This kind of innate magic is a bit like the earth escape technique of the human race. It is very suitable for mining."
Li Quanqing smiled slightly and pointed with his finger. A strand of foundation-building magic power flew out like a fishing line, easily binding the pangolin tightly and pulling it out of the soil.
"Still want to run away? Just work for me honestly!"
A divine consciousness emerged from Li Quanqing's Niwan Palace and transformed into a hazy slave beast seal, which was easily planted into the true spirit of the spirit beast.
When I finished all this, it was just getting dark and night was falling. A group of seabirds flew over my head, chirping.
Smoke rises from the kitchen and weary birds return to their nests.
"It's time to go pay a visit to those Jindan Zhenren."
Li Quanqing stood up and put the Dragon Flame Eagle back into the spirit beast bag.
Like their Li family, many foundation-building forces have also completed a major shift in the past few days.
Many new foundation-building monks need to familiarize themselves with the environment on the battlefield to avoid any mistakes.
Li Quanqing walked out of the cave and happened to see Li Kunlun and Li Zongyao who also walked out.
The three of them nodded to each other as a greeting, and walked together towards the Shuihua Sword Sect’s headquarters.
The island beneath their feet was man-made, so the terrain was extremely flat and orderly.
To the east of the island is an inner island lake, where the Whale King Pavilion is built. There are many monks living here, scattered and orderly.
To the west of the island is a high mountain, overlooking the sea, from which you can clearly see the remains of the Whale King Sect. This is the base camp of the Sword Sect.
When Li Quanqing arrived at the foot of the mountain, dozens of great foundation-building monks had already gathered here, some chatting in low voices, while others were resting with their eyes closed.
The spiritual power that far exceeded the foundation building level merged together, causing the air to solidify, everything was silent, and the pressure was astonishing.
"The Yun Family, the Iron Sword Sect, the Tianfu Shen Family..."
Li Quanqing followed behind the old patriarch and watched the foundation-building monks at the foot of the mountain gather together and form small circles of their own.
"Qingyu Li is here."
(End of this chapter)