"Chenghui's Sixty Spirit Stones!" Dad Qi said with a smile.

"Buy it!" Qian Yang took out the sixty spirit stones that had not yet been heated and handed them to Dad Qi without saying a word.

Dad Qi turned around and went out, and soon walked back, holding a sign with a golden light as big as a palm.

"My friend just drops the essence and blood of the Putian Diao on it when he goes back. Of course, it's okay to need my help." Old Dad Qi said.

"It's best if Uncle Qi can help, but is it just right here?" Qian Yang looked around at the not-so-large room.

"Suitable, suitable!" said Mr. Qi, signaling the few people to get up, then waved his hand, and the tables and chairs in the house and the tea that the few people had not finished drinking were taken into his bag, and the room suddenly became empty.

"Let me see your eagle!" Mr. Qi continued.

Xiaoguo and Fatty were also looking forward with curiosity.

Qian Yang's divine thought moved, and a strong puffing eagle lay in the middle of the house.

Once the spirit pet enters the spirit beast bag, its physical function tends to be still, but from the perspective of the spirit pet, it seems that time has stopped. Therefore, when Qian Yang released the eagle, it was still half-dead as it was when he was put into the spirit beast bag.

Dad Qi looked up and down the Diaoer, and couldn't help but sigh: "What a magical chariot! You kid are really good, you actually took it off." As he said, Dad Qi's fingertips flashed and he drew a small mouth on the wings of the flapping Heavenly Eagle, and then he inputted a stream of spiritual power into Diaoer's body, forced a drop of essence and blood from the wound, and dripped on the beast control card.

As the essence and blood dripped on the beast-control card, a stream of light flashed across the card, and the original golden color converged and became unaware of the eyes. The puffing eagle also let out a sad cry unconsciously.

"It's done!" Old Dad Qi also relaxed, handed the beast-control card to Qian Yang's hand, took out a pill from his arms, and stuffed it into Diao'er's mouth.

The effect of the pill was immediately effective. Diao'er slowly opened her eyes, stood up shakingly, and saw Qian Yang standing there blankly holding the beast-controlling card. A trace of indifference flashed in its eyes, and a vague hum of dissatisfaction was made. Then she turned her head and didn't want to look at Qian Yang for a second glance.

"This..." Qian Yang looked at Dad Qi with some embarrassment.

Mr. Qi was not surprised: "Haha, this is the spirit beast controlled by the beast control card. If you really want him to be your arm helper, you have to work harder to slowly cultivate your feelings."

"Young man knows!" Qian Yang nodded and took Diao'er back into the spirit beast bag, intending to slowly fabricate it after going back.

Mr. Qi reminded: "Staying spiritual pets in the spirit beast bag for a long time is not conducive to their growth. If you have the conditions, try to keep them outside."

Qian Yang said, but thought that there seemed to be a small thing in the spirit beast bag, so he put his hand into the bag and grabbed a big furry mouse. The mouse struggled in Qian Yang's hands, and looked around with his eyes.

"Digging the gopher!" The fat man was shocked: "When will the eldest brother catch it back?"

Qian Yang had never poured out the time to talk about this mouse to the two of them. Naturally, they didn't expect that Qian Yang would secretly complete this originally unsatisfactory task.

"After we were dispersed by the wildebeest herd, I met this strange mouse, and the spiritual herb I got from it." Qian Yang did not want to mention the red-faced old man, so he had to simply mention it.

"Senior brother is indeed hidden and admires you!" The fat man's face was full of praise.

After breathing a sigh of relief from the mouse, Qian Yang stuffed it back. Dad Qi also set up a table, chair, spiritual tea again and asked several people to sit down.

Such spiritual tea cannot be wasted. Several people sat for a long time and chatted with Mr. Qi from the mountains and seas. It was not until the pot of spiritual tea was so light that it had no taste that they got up and said goodbye.

Mr. Qi didn't try to keep him, but just took out a few bags of spiritual beast meat from Qiankun bag and gave it to Qian Yang as food for Putian Diao.

The flesh of the spirit beast is not very valuable. Although there are exaggerated sacks, it is only three or five spirit stones. Since it is given by the elders, Qian Yang is not pretentious. After saying thanks, he will be put into Qiankun bag.

Qian Yang's Qiankun bag is just the lowest-level storage magic weapon issued by the sect. There are only a few cubic space inside, which is enough to usually hold some debris, but once these big sacks are stuffed in, the space immediately seems to be short.

Qian Yang is a little wealth this time, and he is determined to buy a larger storage magic weapon now, but he gave up after a little change of thought. During this experience, he found many of his shortcomings and still needs to buy a lot of items to make up for his shortcomings. However, what exactly needs are still needed to go back and sort it out slowly. Since that is the case, it is better to configure the storage magic weapon after he has finished sorting it out!

After saying goodbye to Dad Qi, the three of them set off on the flying boat and flew towards the sect. This time, this training took a long time and it had been more than a month since they left the sect. Now that the trip is complete, the three of them are also home as if they are arrows.

It was not until they stepped onto the land of the other side peak that the three of them finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Do you go and hand in the mission?" Qian Yang asked.

"Let's go tomorrow! I want to go back and lie down now." The fat man showed fatigue.

"Then tomorrow, my head teacher must miss me!" Miss Tang lacked interest in handing in tasks.

The three of them made an appointment and went back to their respective houses. Qian Yang pushed open the door and tied his head on his small bed without any movement.

This experience has gained a lot, but it is still too dangerous for Qian Yang, the rookie.

Before setting off, his plan was to fight a few small monsters like silver-horned deer and complete a few simple small tasks, mainly to be familiar with the training routines and find the feeling of fighting. As for the harvest, it doesn't matter.

But from the unexpected encounter with the legendary Qianyuan Mushroom, which represents chance, everything deviated from the track. He fought against the giant ape in the mountains, fought against the blue-tailed monkey, encountered a herd of wildebeests on the road, and played with a flying man in the air. In addition, the later secret realm appeared in the world, fighting wits and courage with the green locusts, and almost died and survived several times along the way, which made Qian Yang exhausted both physically and mentally.

However, the harvest is indeed gratifying. Not only did I bring back more than a thousand spirit stones, I also got a magic weapon with a spirit. Yes, there are spells. Speaking of which, it seems that the spell can be used like this? Yes, there are that, and that...

Qian Yang slowly fell asleep in his chaotic thoughts. There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and there seemed to be light seeping out of his closed eyes, as if he had seen tomorrow, as if he had seen an infinitely wonderful future.

At this time, Tang Xiaoguo leaned beside his father, telling the wonderful experiences along the way. The eyes of the head of Tang were full of love. Listening to the words and deeds of the two fools in his beloved daughter, a glimmer flashed in his eyes from time to time...
Chapter completed!