The president's hardcore fairy

Chapter 601 Little Mud Spirit
There was a shyness on the man's face: "What do you think I look like?"

Xiao Ruanruan carefully looked him up, down, left, right, and right, and compared it with the Ling Zhi he knew, but still had no answer.

He looks like an ordinary child, with darker skin, and no other features of the species can be seen at all.

She couldn't guess, so she stopped guessing: "You look like Renxiu."

The man whispered: "I don't cultivate like a human, I don't have a human breath."

Xiao Ruanruan: "..."

Ok.

The man said again: "I am a little mud spirit."

Mud becomes fine?

Xiao Ruanruan opened her eyes wide in surprise, but she and Si Jijing wouldn't be able to detect any of his aura if he didn't appear, and only spiritual things like mud that can completely blend with nature can do it.

Having said that, how many years does it take for such a powerful mud to become refined?
The spiritual energy in the Huaxia cultivation world is so thin, but even mud can become fine, she always feels a little wrong.

Is this mud too powerful?

For example, Xiran?
Soil can grow independently and never reduce consumption, which has always existed only in legends.

It seems unlikely that there will be these things in the Chinese comprehension world, but Dijiang has appeared, and it would not be surprising if it really is Xiyang.

If it's not the soil, then the spiritual energy in the Chinese cultivation world has not decreased, but has sunk to the ground?

Xiao Ruanruan's thoughts turned, but he didn't show it on his face, but asked: "Little mud spirit, do you live in the mountains?"

The little mud spirit was innocent by nature, he didn't feel any malice towards Xiao Ruanruan, and answered her questions completely: "I live in Shiwanshan."

Xiao Ruanruan asked again: "Are there many little mud spirits in the mountains?"

The little mud spirit shook his head: "No, it's just me."

Xiao Ruanruan continued to ask: "Are there any other demon cultivators there?"

Little Mud Essence nodded and said, "Little Ginseng Essence, Old Deer Essence, Little Deer Essence, Trumpet Flower Essence... There are many, many, and there is also a little Fire Essence."

Xiao Ruanruan thought: "Huojing?"

The little mud spirit nodded and said, "Yes, it always wants to play with everyone, but everyone is afraid of it. Last time it got close to the morning glory, it almost burned the morning glory to death."

Xiao Ruanruan sent a voice transmission to Si Jijing: "Is it possible that Xiaohuojing is the Dihuo you need to find?"

There is a saying that the heavens have the virtue of being good at life, the earth is thick enough to carry things, and everything that exists between the heavens and the earth has equal opportunities for cultivation, but in fact, very few natural things can be cultivated and transformed.

In the end, those who can transform are either born extraordinary, or have great luck.

Shiwan Mountain not only has many demon cultivators, but also has two natural materialized forms, and the best cave in the mainland is nothing more than this.

Could it be that the little mud spirit is really a living soil, otherwise how could such a spiritual creature be derived from this land?

She felt that it was necessary to go to Shiwan Mountain.

For now, however, she asked more questions.

Worried that the little mud spirit would reject him if he searched for the root, Xiao Ruanruan said euphemistically, "I have a restrained little spell that I can teach the little fire spirit. After he learns it, he doesn't have to worry about burning others to death."

The little mud spirit's eyes lit up: "Really? That's great!"

But in the next second, his little face collapsed again: "But Xiao Huo has already left."

Xiao Ruanruan was curious: "Where did it go?"

The little mud spirit shook his head and said, "I don't know. After it almost burned the trumpet flower to death, everyone didn't care about it, so it left."

(End of this chapter)