The natural vision, the green light circle that rises from the sky has been clearly seen in nearly a hundred miles. At least a dozen gang members are attracted by the vision. Some experienced old people know that this is a sign that Tiancai Dibao was born.

More than a dozen gangs are desperately rushing to the Tiger Mountain.

......

Within the chaotic space.

Long Xiaopang and Huo Ling were sitting on the slate with one left and one right. The middle of the two had the pure heart of the bamboo.

"Long, what's wrong." The night feathers appeared, and the tone was a bit dignified.

"This thing has to help you refine it." Long Xiaopeng pointed at the things in front of him.

"How to get it." The night feathers poked straight.

"It is enough to burn with different fires. Except for the mature bamboo in the middle, the other roots and leaves will be refining into a spirit liquid patina, so the spiritual power will not leak." Long Xiao fat road.

The night feathers are scornful, and the eyes look at the fire spirit...

Huo Ling’s small appearance is crying, and his face is wronged: “Let’s refine it, I know that there is no baby. Every time there is no baby’s contribution, the baby will never make a contribution again...”

"You are so arrogant when you are." Long Xiaopeng looked at the fire.

Huo Ling touched his small belly and whispered: "The baby is hungry..."

The night feathers on the side also felt a little bit unstoppable, and my heart suddenly turned bright. I leaned down and pinched the small face of the fire spirit: "This is good, the shiny bamboo is for you, this is for the master."

Fire spirit raised his tearful eyes and nodded pitifully.

Appease the fire spirit, the night feathers look carefully to the pure heart of the bamboo, it has been half an hour since it was dug out, from time to see the bamboo should now begin to wither.

But the bamboo at the moment is still lush, without any signs of withering.

"Long Ye, the pure heart of the bamboo can be saved forever?" Night Feather is aware of this problem.

Dragon Xiaopeng nodded: "In your space, you can't ink, there is not much time. If you have a simple refining, you have to go back and treat Bard's kid."

Long Xiaopeng and the night feathers accounted for many issues of refining the spirit of the heart of the bamboo.

An hour later, the night feathers finally held the pure heart of the bamboo in their hands.

After the refining, the net heart of the bamboo is no longer aquamarine, but the whole body is dark green, and the hand-picked spirit of the bamboo, the night feathers can feel the murderousness in their body is suppressed to the lowest degree.

It is so effective to just take it in your hands. If the cultivation leads to the spiritual power, how much better?

More than a baby, the night feathers are very good.

"Fire spirit, set off." Night feathers turned to look at the fire spirit.

The fire spirit is lingering on the thick bamboo, and there are still a few rows of small teeth on it.

"Master, you have to go now..." There was no grievance in the spirit of the fire.

Yuki nodded noddedly: "I rushed back to give Bard an injury."

Hey.

A side of Zi Ling nodded for a while, for Bad, Zi Ling quite like!

The fire spirit climbed up and left the space with the night feathers.

As the scenery changed, the night feathers came out.

It is still the hillside, and the direction behind him faintly conveys the roar of the spirit beast and the fluctuations of spiritual power.

There was a sneer at the corner of the night feathers. It seems that a lot of gangs arrived there during this hour.

The night feathers did not kill those fainting beasts and left a gift for those gang disciples.

There are free butchers who do it themselves, and wait for them to pay for them. It will be good to take them from the old hands in two days.

Night Feather thought in his heart, his footsteps did not move, his face suddenly changed!