Leisurely cultivating life

Chapter 141 After confirming the eyes, this is not my boat. (12)

The rest of the journey, Zhou Fan and the others went very smoothly, and they didn't even see a hair of some of the legendary thieves.

On the contrary, some little thieves fed Yuantu to a full stomach, and they were getting closer to being promoted to Lingbao.

"Uncle, when will we arrive in Kunlun?" The little guy lay in Zhou Fan's arms, rubbing his eyes, a little listless.

"It's coming, it's coming..." Zhou Fan comforted his little niece while turning around and urged, "Uncle, can you do this?"

"Stinky boy, Uncle Master, I'm not a master at refining weapons, so you can do it?" Yu Jingcheng fiddled with the catalog of refining tools, and stared at Zhou Fan with a beard, and almost made a move.

"If I had your level of cultivation, I would definitely do it." Zhou Fan complained secretly in his heart.

The spaceship that Zhou Fan and the others are riding on is already at the highest level of refining Zhou Fan currently has. If he wants to improve, he has to improve his cultivation.

Refining equipment must also have a cultivation base, especially when refining magic treasures and spirit treasures. Without cultivation bases, frying furnaces and so on, you can't even run away, let alone those so-called real fires of the sun, real fires of the sun, and so on. Fire, blazing sparks... Without a certain level of cultivation, how do you control it? Courage?
"Little Xuanxuan, don't worry, Grandpa Yu promises that he will get you to Kunlun soon." Yu Jingcheng said kindly to the little guy.

In order for Xiaoxuan to reach Kunlun sooner, Yu Jingcheng also worked hard.

It's just that refining is really a big problem for him, maybe his talent for refining is really zero.

Up to now, he couldn't even refine a magic weapon of phantom yin, so he really missed so many good spiritual materials for nothing.

As for those magic tools, Zhou Fan thought hehe, the value is not worth a fraction of the spiritual material, and they are not considered waste.

"Master, how about... you should take Xiaoxuan to Kunlun first, disciple..." Zhou Fan really couldn't bear Yu Jingcheng to waste the spiritual material anymore.

And his spaceship, which has been dismantled by Yu Jingcheng, has been slowed down several times. If this toss continues, Zhou Fan feels that Kunlun is nowhere in sight for him.

"Shut up, do you want me to break my promise to Xiaoxuan? Or, do you think I'm not as good as you in refining weapons?" Yu Jingcheng looked at Zhou Fan with a 'unfriendly expression'.

Thinking of Yu Jingcheng speaking in the practice world, he was spitting and nailing, saying that if he agreed to speed up the spaceship, then he would never cheat by using space teleportation, never.

Isn't it just refining weapons, spiritual materials plus spiritual fire, trivial, he doesn't believe it, since he is about to step into the realm of harmony, he still can't make a spaceship better than this brat.

Just looking at the pattern of this ghostly painting talisman, Yu Jingcheng's head was getting bigger, and he calmly swallowed Wu Nianquan who stole from the head...cough...and walked along.

The Wu Nian Spring, a rare treasure of natural talent for cultivation and enlightenment, was extravagantly used by Yu Jingcheng to add points to his talent for refining weapons.

After taking Wu Nianquan, Yu Jingcheng looked at the ghost symbols in the catalog again, and felt that his brain didn't hurt so much, and even felt a little simple.

If I had known that the Wu Nian Spring was so easy to use, I wouldn't have had to suffer so much from this brat, Yu Jingcheng said 'resentfully' in his heart.

Seeing Yu Jingcheng's 'concentrating' and 'concentrating' on flipping through the refining catalog, Zhou Fan curled his lips, just pretend!

"Uncle, here comes another little villain." The little guy lying in Zhou Fan's arms stretched out his chubby little hand, and pointed to a talisman that exuded yellow light, most of which were pale yellow.

"Xiaoxuan, be good, listen to my uncle, close your eyes, and only break away when my uncle tells you to break away, okay?"

The scene later will be a bit bloody, not suitable for children to see.

"Yeah!" The little guy responded crisply, closing his eyes.

Not long after, dozens of streamers galloped over.

"Stop, don't you know that this is the boundary of Zishuang Mountain? No matter who passes by here, people in the sky or on the ground will have to pay tolls..." A stream of light stopped, revealing a figure, shouting loudly.

Control the sky and the ground, do you control the air?

"Yuan Tu!" Zhou Fan shouted softly, too lazy to talk nonsense with these youngsters.

There are always some ignorant people who don't recognize that this is the spaceship of his blood slaughter boss... emmm... It seems that it has been ruined by an old clapper.

I said why there are so many short-sighted people recently, so it turned out to be like this.

"choke~~~"

A bloody flying sword surrounded Zhou Fan,

"Go!" Zhou Fan waved his hand.

As soon as Yuan Tu came out, such an iconic flying sword was immediately recognized by others.

"Yuantu!!!"

"Then he..."

"It's Xue Tu, run quickly."

Unfortunately, it was too late to wake up.

Under Yuantu, none of these golden elixir dregs escaped, and they were all used as fertilizer by Yuantu.

Cast a small rain spell to wash away the strong bloody smell.

"Xiaoxuan, you can break free." Zhou Fan signaled the little guy to open his eyes.

"Have all the little villains been beaten away by my uncle?" The little guy stared with big eyes.

"Well, they were all beaten away by my uncle." Zhou Fan said with a smile.

"Daoist, Xiaofan, Xiaoxuan, it's time to eat." Zhou Ping's voice came.

"Let's go, Xiaoxuan, let's go eat, grandma is making your favorite Chixia pigeon soup today!"

Hearing this, the little guy was shocked, stood up suddenly from Zhou Fan's arms, and charged towards the dining table with his short legs.

"Squeak~~~"

Zhou Fan's eyes widened, watching the little guy's small body complete a beautiful emergency drift, reversed direction, and headed towards Yu Jingcheng who was "studying hard".

"Grandpa Yu, it's time for dinner. Today we have Chixia Pigeon Soup!" The little guy grabbed Yu Jingcheng's sleeve.

"Well, Xiaoxuan is really filial." Yu Jingcheng held the little guy by the hand and gave Zhou Fan a smug look.

Zhou Fan's mouth twitched slightly, and he turned his head, too lazy to look at the old clapper's complacent expression.

When you run out of spiritual materials, see what you are proud of, Zhou Fan thought secretly.

……

One meal, and it's over in no time.

"Uncle, do you really want to do this?" Zhou Fan looked sad.

"Ah."

"Is it okay not to do this?" Zhou Fan looked desolate.

"No."

"Uncle, you have to think carefully!" Zhou Fan looked desperate.

"I've thought about it very clearly, but you have to think about the difference in cultivation between the two of us." Yu Jingcheng said with a blank expression.

"Uncle Master, please." Zhou Fansheng was expressionless.

"Don't worry, I'm [-]% sure that I will succeed this time." Yu Jingcheng said confidently, but behind him was the horribly dilapidated spaceship, with runes on the ship flickering, It seemed to be protesting silently.

"Xiao Fan, the Daoist..." Zhou's expression was worried, feeling that his son's uncle had only seen today that he was a bit unreliable.

"Mother, don't worry, my son still has such a ship in his hand." Zhou Fan said in a low voice, but he felt a little sorry for his own ship, it was all primordial stones.

"Huh..." Zhou breathed a sigh of relief, her son is still reliable.

"Wow, look, uncle." The little guy's surprised voice came.

Zhou Fan looked up, but with this look, he couldn't move away.

I checked my eyes, this is not my boat.

(End of this chapter)