From a family fisherman to a water immortal

Chapter 138 Dragon Horn

"Golden scaled pangolin?"

Li Quanqing immediately became interested and opened the spirit beast bag, revealing a golden pangolin spirit beast with a soft belly and a body slightly larger than an orange cat.

[Mountain Nemesis] Golden scaled pangolin: "Use my little claws to dig and dig, digging a tunnel in the mountain is my home~"

[Cultivation: Qi Refining Level 5 (46%)]

"Ah~"

The pangolin poked its pointed head out of the spirit beast bag, scratched it with its two claws, and looked around. It was not afraid of strangers.

Its cry was very thin, giving people an extremely quiet feeling. It was covered with golden scales on its back, and its pupils were round and black, which looked very smart.

"A very good exotic beast."

Li Quanqing opened his mouth and took out a few spirit-feeding pills to tease the little guy. This kind of pangolin is very rare on the island.

Seeing this, Wang Guhe smiled slightly and proposed to give the pangolin to Li Quanqing as a gift to congratulate him on his foundation building.

Li Quanqing refused several times but wanted to buy it with spirit stones, but in the end he got the spirit beast for free.

Seeing the Li and Wang families talking and laughing, Xiaoyaozi couldn't help but narrow his eyes and had a bad feeling in his heart.

The Tonghua Wang family was originally close to their Yun family, but now it seems that there is a tendency to lean towards the Li family?

Then my Xiaoyao Island will be isolated!

Xiaoyaozi stroked the Naling storage ring in his hand and suddenly said: "Years ago, in order to explore the mystery of the wind, I once flew to Hanchi Xiancheng alone in a cloud boat. I accidentally got a treasure and I also want to ask Senior Quanqing to take a look."

"Hanchi Xiancheng, is it the holy land of scattered cultivators 30,000 miles away, Jindan Xiancheng?"

Li Quanqing's eyes lit up and he became very interested.

He had also heard of this fairy city. It was built by a Jindan Zhenren-level casual cultivator. It has a long history and prosperous trade. It is a holy place in the minds of countless casual cultivators.

Xiaoyaozi nodded: "The fairy city is close to the open sea, with rich monster resources. In addition, the Zhenren raised a cold Chi, so pythons and dragons are very common."

He raised the sea blue ring in his hand and indicated: "I got this soul ring from the fairy city. It is much more convenient than the storage bag."

Everyone couldn't help but look at it after hearing it. They were very curious about this legendary fairy city.

Xiaoyaozi stroked the ring, and after a burst of light flashed, he took out a red horn with twisted patterns like gilded gold.

A unique breath escaped, noble and fierce, as if it was born as a superior race, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

"Is this... a dragon horn?"

Li Quanqing touched the soul beast bag on his waist and spoke inadvertently.

The spirit beast bag he used was relatively advanced. The monster beasts in it could even sense the outside environment.

Just now, the Dragon Flame Eagle sensed this horn and chirped restlessly in the spirit beast bag.

"It's far from being a dragon horn. It's just the horn of a red flame dragon. It's not particularly precious."

When Xiaoyaozi said this, he couldn't help but look a little proud: "I once met several powerful monster hunters in the fairy city by chance, and hunted this second-level monster beast with them."

Li Quanqing saw that the cultivators of the Yun family seemed to be particularly fond of hunting monsters, perhaps a habit left over from their ancestors when they were opening up wasteland.

"Senior, since you have successfully built your foundation, let's celebrate with this red flame dragon horn to show the friendship between our two families."

The young people present were talking and laughing, and they seemed to have reached a consensus during the conversation, completely excluding the Situ family.

Li Quanqing couldn't refuse, so he had to take the dragon horn into his pocket as well.

"Hanchi Immortal City, are there many Jiaomang monsters nearby?"

Li Quanqing remembered that if Ao Qing wanted to build a foundation in the future, he would definitely need the help of various rare resources.

He continued to talk with everyone until the end of the trade fair, and then came to the cave arranged by the Li family in the Whale King Square.

"Cry!!"

As soon as he entered the cave, the Dragon Flame Eagle in the spirit beast bag couldn't wait to cry and struggled to get out.

Fortunately, this courtyard is big enough, otherwise it really can't accommodate this behemoth.

Li Quanqing released the Dragon Flame Eagle, took out the horn of the Red Flame Dragon, and watched how it moved.

Burning!

The Dragon Flame Eagle pinched the dragon horn with its claws, rubbed it on the feathers, like a cat toy, and finally opened its mouth to spit out a wisp of dragon flame to cover it.

The flame burned hotly, roasting the air distorted.

Wisps of red mist came out from the dragon's horn and were sucked into the spirit eagle's stomach. The feathers all over its body were slightly blown up in pleasure.

That look made people think of the Baoguang Toad that swallowed and exhaled precious energy. It was just like a mold carved out of it.

Li Quanqing let the spirit eagle do it, and then took out the golden scale pangolin, took it out of the bag, and put it on the stone table to look at it carefully.

"Ah~"

Seeing that there was only one person in front of it, the pangolin's black eyes rolled around, and it suddenly drilled out.

Its speed was extremely fast, just like a golden light, drilling straight into the lush grass, and its two small claws dug the soil layer, trying to drill into the deep earth and get out.

It is worthy of being a pangolin. It dug a big pit several meters deep in the blink of an eye. Even if there were hard stones blocking the front, it was bitten and swallowed into its stomach with a click.

The little pangolin's scales were pressed together, and a layer of khaki light flowed throughout its body, like rippling water. In the blink of an eye, it would burrow into the soil and disappear.

"This kind of natal magic is a bit like the earth escape technique of the human race. It is very suitable for mining."

Li Quanqing smiled slightly, pointed with his finger, and a ray of foundation-building magic flew out like a fishing line, easily binding the pangolin tightly and pulling it out of the soil.

"Still want to run away? Just work for me honestly!"

A stream of spiritual consciousness came out of Li Quanqing Niwan Palace, turned into a gleaming slave beast mark, and was easily planted into the true spirit of the spirit beast.

After finishing all this, it happened to be getting dark and the night was beginning to fall, and a flock of seabirds flew overhead with their chirps.

Smoke curls from the kitchen, and tired birds return to their nests.

"It's time to visit those Jindan masters."

Li Quanqing stood up and put the Dragon Flame Eagle into the spirit beast bag again.

Like the Li family, many foundation-building forces have also completed a major change in the past few days.

Many new foundation-building monks need to familiarize themselves with the environment on the battlefield to avoid mistakes in the future.

Li Quanqing walked out of the cave and happened to see Li Kunlun, and Li Zongyao also walked out.

The three of them nodded to each other as a greeting, and walked together towards the station of Shuihua Sword Sect.

Because the island beneath their feet is man-made, its terrain is extremely smooth and orderly.

To the east of the island is an inner island lake, where the Jinghuangfang was built. There are many monks scattered in an orderly manner.

In the west of the island, there is a high mountain, facing the sea on the cliff, enough to clearly see the ruins of the Whale Emperor Sect, which is the headquarters of the Sword Sect.

When Li Quanqing arrived at the foot of the mountain, dozens of foundation-building monks had already gathered here, chatting quietly or closing their eyes to meditate.

The spiritual power far beyond the foundation was merged into one place, faintly making the air freeze, everything was silent, and the pressure was astonishing.

"Yun Family, Iron Sword Sect, Tianfu Shen Family..."

Li Quanqing followed the old patriarch and watched the foundation-building monks at the foot of the mountain gather together to form small circles of their own.

"Qingyu Li is here."