Don't mess with the little apprentice sister! She is greedy and immoral

Naturally, things forged from Wolong Stone are not ordinary things.

Even with just a glance from a distance, Qin Zhen could feel the abundant spiritual power coming from the pressure cooker.

That's right, the appearance is quite different from what she had imagined.

She is a modern person after all, and when she talks about pressure cookers, the image that is so familiar that it can't be more familiar naturally comes to mind.

However, the pressure cooker that Elder Xing Shuo made for her still looked like a cauldron.

However, it was no longer the big cauldron used for refining elixirs, but a small cauldron with three legs and two ears used for cooking.

There are tall upright ears on both sides of the tripod's belly, and at the top of the upright ears is a movable crouching beast with a snap-on design.

There are also four crouching beasts on the lid of the tripod, and their shapes are exactly the same as the one on the ears of the tripod, which can be firmly locked together by just rotating it.

The eyes of the Fu beast are very prominent, probably designed to be something like a steam valve.

When Qin Zhen thought about the possibility that Fushou's eyes would bulge up when she used this pot to stew something, she felt that the scene was too beautiful and she dared not look at it.

The only good design of this tripod is the living beast on the ears, which allows Qin Zhen to switch freely between using it as an ordinary pot or as a pressure cooker.

Fortunately, although this design has an indelible straight male aesthetic, the color is very beautiful.

It no longer feels like the smooth jade it did at the beginning.

The small tripod now has a restrained glow and its color has turned into a color close to silver-gray. Only at certain angles, it can emit a faint luster.

It perfectly hit Qin Zhen's aesthetic taste. She really liked this low-key, luxurious and mysterious feeling.

"Qin Zhen, this is the pressure cooker you want, right? If you are dissatisfied with anything, I..."

Before Xing Shuo could finish, Qin Zhen waved her hand and said, "No need to change it, as long as it works well."

It doesn't matter if the shape is ugly. Even Wolongshi doesn't feel wronged, so why should she feel wronged?

Xing Shuo heaved a sigh of relief when he heard this.

To be honest, besides being excited about using the Wolong Stone to refine the weapon, he also felt a kind of suffocating fear.

If it weren't for the Immortal Sect Competition this year, Xing Shuo would have been afraid to take action against the Wolong Stone.

Fortunately, Qin Zhen had no objection.

"Where is Elder Mu?"

Mu Guiyi was naturally satisfied.

You should know that this is a spiritual weapon refined from the Wolong Stone. Looking at the entire world of immortal cultivation, it is a unique existence. In some sects, it can even be regarded as a treasure of the sect.

But his personality wouldn't allow him to be as excited as Qin Zhen.

So, he just politely thanked Xing Shuo: "Very good, thank you."

Xing Shuo finally let go of his worries.

Woohoo, now he can finally go back to his own peak and continue refining his weapon, right?

"Um, Elder Xing."

Xing Shuo's heart, which had just been put at ease, was suddenly lifted up again because of Qin Zhen's call.

"...what's the matter?"

"Can my pot be recognized by blood?"

After all, this is Wolong Stone. Even if it is a pot, it will definitely be coveted by others, so Qin Zhen naturally wants to give the pot a layer of "insurance".

When Xing Shuo heard this, he was relieved: "Spiritual weapon, of course it can be used."

As soon as Xing Shuo finished speaking, Qin Zhen bit her fingertip generously and squeezed out a drop of blood.

Just as Qin Zhen was hesitating about where to smear the blood from her fingertips, a burst of dragon energy suddenly rushed out, causing the entire small tripod to shake.

Qin Zhen subconsciously reached out to help, and her bloody fingertips pressed on the head of the crouching beast on the left ear of the tripod.

The sound of a dragon's roar suddenly exploded in my mind.

Qin Zhen didn't even have time to react before the blood on her fingertips was instantly absorbed.

At the same moment, she could vaguely feel a slight connection in her soul, and a sense of connection with Xiao Ding.

This is a completely different feeling from when the Qiankun Ring recognized its master.

Qin Zhen subconsciously looked up at Wen Qionghua and the others' reactions.

"just……"

"What happened just now?" Wen Qionghua wondered.

"Didn't you hear any noise?"

After Qin Zhen said this, everyone present couldn't help but look at each other, and they all saw a hint of confusion in each other's eyes.

"You didn't hear it." Qin Zhen said affirmatively.

"What's that sound?" Wen Qionghua asked.

"The sound of a dragon's roar."

Xing Shuo was startled when he heard this, and his eyes on that imposing face suddenly widened as if he had thought of something terrible.

impossible?

The next second, Wen Qionghua brought up his guess——

"I'm afraid a weapon spirit is about to be born."

Qin Zhen raised her head abruptly upon hearing this: "Weapon Spirit!?"

"Did you hear any other sounds? Like talking?"

Qin Zhen shook her head.

"Then the divine consciousness has not yet been born, but there are some vague signs. Everything can be transformed into spirits. Why are you so surprised that an artifact forged from the only piece of Wolong Stone in the world can give birth to a spirit?"

Wen Qionghua was very calm.

But Xing Shuo was almost losing his composure.

As a weapon refiner, after working diligently for hundreds of years and creating tens of thousands of objects, his greatest wish is to have a weapon spirit himself!

As a result, he had never even seen the spirit of the weapon and had to watch others possess it first.

He is going autistic.

Qin Zhen had never expected that the pot she had just got in her hands would have the faint sign of giving birth to a spirit. For a moment, she couldn't help but hold the pot tighter.

I even rubbed it gently with my hand, but this time I heard no sound.

It was as if the dragon's roar just now was just her illusion.

Qin Zhen carefully put her "pressure cooker" back into the Qiankun Ring.

In order to show her importance, she specially placed the small tripod next to the black iron spatula forged by Xiao Yan.

Then he nodded with satisfaction.

He didn't care at all. If this scene was seen by other monks, they would probably be so angry that they would spit out blood.

Two legendary treasures that only existed in ancient books and were never to be seen were actually wasted by Qin Zhen!

One made a shovel and the other made a pot!

Is that true?

Is this really plausible?!

If the treasure had a spirit, it would probably cry!

Seeing that Qin Zhen had packed up, Wen Qionghua glanced at the sky and returned to the topic:

"The teleportation array to the demon tribe will be opened at noon, and time is running out."

"Indeed, let's go back and pack up and get ready to set off." Mu Guiyi replied.

"Well, I will let Huai Xu take Ning Po directly to the teleportation array."

"it is good."

Elder Fuyao sighed softly: "If Xiangqing's condition stabilizes, I will go find you."

The fortune teller's premonitions are always accurate, and there is no need for special divination.

Ever since she left Jingxing, she has been feeling uneasy since she predicted a disaster.

Even when Qin Zhen and the others were in danger in the East China Sea and Baiye City, she did not have this feeling.

What secrets are hidden in this immortal competition?

Looking at the backs of Qin Zhen and the others, Fu Yao felt even more uneasy.