Chapter 272

Meier Xing's eyes stared gently and said, "Sister Qing'er, I'm not jealous. Besides, I'm not a little girl now!"

"Okay, okay! Knowing that you are not a little girl~" Jin Qinger smiled and glanced at her eyebrows, not a few times. When her eyebrows turned red and her apricot eyes were round, she suddenly attached to her eyebrows and whispered, "Since you are not a mighty jealousy, are you jealous of my sister?"

Pingjiang looked stiff, and he couldn't laugh bitterly. I thought Qing'er would help me comfort Meier, but I didn't expect it to be such a persuasion. Pingjiang looked at Jin Qinger's beautiful buttocks slightly upturned and her graceful figure, and suddenly had an impulse to pull Qinger over and beat her.

The eyebrows were stunned, and then her face suddenly turned red. She pulled Jin Qinger and said incongruly, "Sister Qinger, what are you talking about? My brother's ears and eyes are smart. He can hear what you said."

Jin Qinger turned her wrist and grabbed her eyebrows. She laughed and said, "What, don't you want to be heard by him?! Then I'll find a time to discuss with your brother Pingjiang and find a husband for you. Anyway, you are not a little girl. At the age of 18, you should get married.

As soon as he finished speaking, Jin Qinger felt that her two jade hands trembled gently and slowly became cold. Qinger suddenly felt that what she had just said might have scared the girl.

Sure enough, the blood color on the eyebrows faded quickly and looked pale.

"I, I don't want to find a husband!" The eyebrows trembled and said in a very low voice.

Jin Qinger held Meier's hand, patted him gently, and said, "If you don't look for your husband, will you stay with your brother Pingjiang all the time and be his sister?"

"Ye" The eyebrows nodded quickly and heavily.

"Stupid girl!" Jin Qinger smiled and hugged her eyebrows and continued to whisper to her. Before long, the little face of Meier turned red again, and his eyes were full of shame and joy. Originally, he peeked at Pingjiang from time to time, but now he dared not look at it.

"Brother Pingjiang is so powerful that he will definitely become a real immortal in the future and live with heaven and earth, but my cultivation is so low that I won't live long." He pulled Jin Qinger's eyebrows and bit his lips and said.

Meier's words made Jin Qinger also sigh and said, "It's not just you, even I have just broken through to the realm of Xingyao. If we don't practice hard, it must be your sister Dai'er who will accompany you for the longest time in the future!"

"Sister Qinger, let's work hard together!"

Although the two women spoke in a very low voice, they still kept floating in their ears. Although they tried their best to restrain, their faces were still slightly redder than usual. Especially when Xu Qingtian turned around and handed over a mocking look, Pingjiang's idea of beating Jin Qinger became stronger and stronger.

Well, just beat your eyebrows together! Pingjiang thought of it angrily.

"Clean up this space bag." It seemed that Pingjiang was bored, and Xu Qingtian threw the space bag that Mu Li's ancestor fell after his death.

"Yes!" Pingjiang answered and opened the space bag happily. This is a space bag of a Yangying monk. However, as soon as the bag was opened, Pingjiang was shocked by the empty appearance inside.

"Mu Li's ancestor? Since he has been in hiding for hundreds of years, I'm afraid there is nothing left around him. Otherwise, he would not have been invited out of the mountain by the king of Chiyan. Xu Qingtian saw Pingjiang's expression and knew what was going on.

"Three sets of flying knives, more than 300 middle-level Yuanshi, and a middle-level defense Xianyang shield. Well, a few pieces of fairy gold here are not bad, and there are a few bottles of elixirs, and nothing else is gone." Pingjiang actually sighed a little. This Muli ancestor was much poorer than his early Yangdan monk.

Xu Qingtian nodded and said, "You keep that set of flying knives first. These three flying knives are treasures second only to high-level Xianyang weapons. They can directly absorb vitality to attack the enemy. Especially with the cooperation of the three, they can also attack the enemy unprepared."

Pingjiang remembered that A Liang was injured by one of the flying knives before. If it hadn't been for the wild beast's natural body far beyond the monk, he was afraid that the knife alone could break through it. After all, although flying knives are not even high-level Xianyang weapons, their power in the hands of Yangying monks greatly exceeds that of Yangdan monks.

Xu Qingtian hesitated for a moment, and finally moved his arm, and a dazzling light shot out of his cuffs and flew to Pingjiang.

"Bin the fairy mirror?!" Pingjiang looked at the colorful mirror the size of two palms in his hand and suddenly thought, was this the treasure that Mu Li's ancestors used to trap A Liang before?

"Yes, this is the fairy mirror!" Xu Qingtian responded, "Although it is a high-level Xianyang weapon, it is famous among high-level Xianyang weapons. Originally, with your power, I couldn't urge it several times, so I wanted to wait for you to cultivate until the middle or even late stage of Yangdan. However, this treasure may be lacking when you use it to attack the enemy, but if it is used to trap the enemy, it will have a great effect. Some dangerous times can be used to trap the enemy and escape, which can have a great effect, so let it be by your side.

Pingjiang nodded. He understood what Xu Qingtian said. Looking back, when Mu Li's ancestor trapped A Liang, he was constantly collided with A Liang. He needed to continuously use mana to stimulate the binding mirror and constantly repair the cage formed by the white light. Therefore, Xu Qingtian said that the fairy mirror was in his own hands, which was used against the enemy. However, when you have sufficient mana, the power that can be exerted by the fairy mirror will also be greatly improved.

"You haven't started cultivating your own magic weapon yet, have you?" Xu Qingtian suddenly changed his voice and said.

"Yes!"

Xu Qingtian said, "Don't cultivate the magic weapon for the time being! On the Tianfeng mainland, most of those who cultivate their own magic weapons in the realm of Yangdan have no hope of breaking through to the realm of Yangying. Cultivating magic weapons in the realm of Yangdan is simply nonsense. It is not cultivation. At most, it is more affordable, so that when the magic weapon is used, it is more handy and the power is slightly improved. It is incomparable to the effect of the original magic weapon cultivated with Yang Ying. Moreover, if you want to replace the magic weapon, there must be a lot of loss. If it is mild, it will lose some mana, and if it is serious, it will damage decades or even hundreds of years of cultivation. Therefore, before you find a sthappable magic weapon, don't think about cultivating messy things.

Pingjiang should be right away, which is a little afraid. If he hadn't met Xu Qingtian at this time, and he would not have been free to break through to the realm of Yangdan, he might have learned from other monks and cultivate his own magic weapon.

However, thinking of the power of Gu Qian, Pingjiang felt that even if it is cultivated now, I'm afraid he won't lose anything.

It is really difficult to find the power of ancient money and three layers of refining treasures to surpass its magic weapons.

Under the wind and lightning of Jinxia, in more than three days, everyone entered the territory of Chiyan, and half a day later, they flew into the fog forest.