The president's hardcore fairy

Chapter 411 Are there days in every month?

Xiao Ruanruan raised his cheeks, watched the logo of Tianhuazong slowly appearing under Si Jijing's carving knife, and said "tsk": "The disciple identity token carved by the suzerain of Tianhuazong himself, you said that if you take out How much can you sell it for?"

Si Jijing didn't raise his head, and returned it to her as it was: "If the spiritual power barrier personally added by the Nine Profound Sect Master is sold, how much can it be sold for?"

Xiao Ruanruan corrected: "I am not the suzerain of Jiuxuanzong."

She leaned in front of him and said with a smile: "However, you can call me the future president of Jiuxuan University."

Si Jijing had just finished the last knife, and handed her the wooden sign: "I have been waiting for a long time."

Xiao Ruanruan: "..."

Why do you think he seems a little unhappy?

Are there those days every month?

Or, what did she say wrong again?

Xiao Ruanruan shook his head, without thinking too much, he also added a spiritual power barrier into it, and continued to put it together with those wooden cards.

The speed of adding the spiritual power barrier is much faster than carving. While she was waiting for him to finish carving a new wooden sign, she suddenly had a flash of inspiration in her mind and looked for the spiritual wood in the space.

Soon, in addition to the Panlong wood, there are Fengqi wood, sunken sea wood, starry sky wood, Dixiu wood... Dixiu wood is very small, almost smaller than a baby's fist, and it is not at all eye-catching compared to other spirit trees .

Xiao Ruanruan raised the corners of her lips.

That's right, it was what she was looking for!

As soon as he took out the space, the sword spirit who immediately sensed different breaths suddenly appeared in front of Xiao Ruanruan: "Worriless wood?"

Xiao Ruanruan raised her eyebrows in surprise: "You're quite knowledgeable."

Dixiu wood is also called worry-free wood, it is such a small piece, its value is higher than the combined value of all the spirit wood in her space!
As long as you get close to Dixiu wood, you will feel an extremely comfortable feeling, like returning to your mother's arms, like being wrapped in a soft blanket, like lying lazily in the warm sunshine.

There seems to be a slight fragrance, a gentle spring breeze, a trickling stream, and the beautiful singing of nature...but it does not make people drowsy, but from the inside out, Everything has been filtered out, leaving only pure beauty.

All in all, it is much better than a hundred super-grade meditation futons!
The sword spirit subconsciously wanted to reach out to take it, but remembering the agreement with Si Jijing, he withdrew his hand again, with a serious face: "Can I borrow it to take a look?"

Xiao Ruanruan held Dixiu wood, just wanted to stretch and lie down, and roll comfortably.

Seeing Jian Ling staring at her eagerly, she stretched out her hand: "Here."

Holding the sword spirit, within a minute, it automatically rolled back into the Tianhua Chixiao sword, closed its eyes peacefully, and fell asleep.

Lord Tianhua Chixiao slashed, the blade was sharp and sharp, as if his eyes would be cut at a glance, now under the influence of Di Xiumu, Xiao Ruanruan clearly felt that the blood-colored light of the sword was full of softness.

As expected, it was Di Xiumu.

Dijun wants to combine work and rest, Dixiu wood is the best choice.

Xiao Ruanyuan gave a "tsk", and took Di Xiumu back into his hand.

Speaking of which, she was lucky to get this Dixiu wood.

On the eve of crossing the catastrophe, she knew that she would leave the Tianci Continent, and wanted not to leave any regrets, so she traveled alone for three months, and when she was about to go back, she happened to meet Emperor Xiumu who was besieged by several sects and became a master.

There is only one Dixiu in the entire Tianci Continent, which is even rarer than a feather.

She saw the greedy monk dividing up Dixiu.

(End of this chapter)