I have a room in Huangquan

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Then at the Disaster Spirit level, the possibility of this kind of leapfrog anti-kill is extremely small.

Just the spiritual energy space released by itself is already a completely different power.

Having already experienced it deeply, I had to start thinking about my next route.

"This……"

Mr. Chen didn't answer Ding Xiaoyi immediately, but frowned and began to ponder.

It is not easy to step into the catastrophe level.

On this hurdle, he could only say that he took half a foot and then took it back.

It's not just him, I believe that many old monsters in the union and the league are basically in this situation.

It's not that the talent is too poor, nor is it that the resources are insufficient.

It's because the body can't bear it, and that little bit of luck.

My young master definitely doesn't have the worry of the former, and the little bit of luck in the back shouldn't be too bad.

But my young master has always had a very serious problem.

Mr. Chen thought for a moment, as if he was organizing his words, and after a while he opened his mouth and said, "Master, where is your psychic creature?"

"Spiritual creature??"

Ding Xiaoyi was stunned, and heard Chen Lao continue: "The existence of psychic creatures not only lends us their abilities, but more importantly, they are equivalent to a medium, a medium to help us comprehend power.

Even after stepping into the door of disaster spirit level, you still need them as a medium, so that you can suddenly understand the power of the rules.

Master, what is your psionic creature? ? "

Chen Lao's words immediately made him a little blindfolded.

That's right, what is your own spiritual creature?

I have [Tiger's Fury], [Thousand Faceless], [Ghost Attendant], [Wangcai], and the evil spirit high-grade psionic creature given to me by the wild woman, [Apollo's Feather]

In addition, I also have invisibility, magic, and two other abilities.

Equipment is not in the minority.

There are also psychic sticks, Xuantong bracelets, Xuantong daggers, Xuantong swords, and the [Space Gem] that I got from the wild woman.

Take out any piece of these equipment at random, it is enough to attract countless people to snap up it.

I am a collection of thousands of things.

Logically speaking, I don't lack spiritual creatures.

But that's exactly how it is, and it seems that I have never really regarded myself as a spiritual master.

I don't seem to have any spiritual creatures that really fit me.

"You see, here comes the problem. Even a fallen spirit master has a psychic creature that belongs exclusively to him. You have everything and nothing, just like others are bachelors, concentrating on farming, It’s good for you, you’re having fun everywhere, but the result is nothing, and nothing is left behind!”

Facing Mr. Chen's such an appropriate analogy.

For a moment, I didn't know what to say.

Just when Ding Xiaoyi was thinking about whether he should concentrate a little like Chen Lao did.

But he heard a voice that he hadn't heard for a long time, coming from the reef outside the fence.

"Why do you have to be a psychic creature? Wouldn't it be better for you to do it yourself?"

Looking back, the owner of the voice was a bad old man whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

"Hey, didn't you say yesterday that it would take a while to come?"

Just the day before Ding Xiaoyi came back, the bad old man and Bai Pangpang came together. After eating and drinking here, they got up and left satisfied.

Before leaving, he also said that it may take a long time to wait for the next visit.

Unexpectedly, in less than a day, the bad old man turned back again.

The old man grabbed a red piglet from the bamboo basket behind his back, and threw the piglet into the fence.

The small piggy, when it landed on the ground, immediately grew stronger against the wind. In a blink of an eye, it was never the size of a puppy, and it became taller and stronger than a bear in no time.

On the red flesh of the whole body, there are golden textures, and the shiny black pig's hooves clattered on the ground.

It looks like a pig, but its physique is bigger than a bear in the mountains.

The red pig grinned and let out a low roar.

But before it roared out, a big fluffy tail jumped out from nowhere and hit the red pig's forehead.

Immediately, there was a shrill scream, and a bloodstain split from the big red pig's head. The painful red pig let out a scream, turned around and was about to break through the fence and escape.

"stop!"

Seeing that the big fat pig was about to break through his own fence, Ding Xiaoyi hurriedly said something.

On his own chassis, let alone a pig, even the master squatting on the reef, he is not at all cowardly.

Immediately, the big red pig froze, and could only stand on the spot like a sculpture.

"Hey, didn't you agree before that I'll take care of the meat and wine, and you guys take care of the food and drink!"

The bad old man stared at the plump buttocks of the big red pig with sneaky eyes and said: "This pig is called Wufu pig. This is a good thing. Eating it will increase your luck!"

"No wonder, it turned out that the fat man was deliberately dismissed!"

Old Chen had the original expression on his face.

But when he heard the bad news, the old man looked disgusted and said: "Of course, just this pig, how much effort I have expended, the bald man still wants to prostitute, whoring, dreaming!"

It turns out that Bai Pangpang's surname is Jin.

Ding Xiaoyi nodded inwardly, remembering Bai Pangpang's surname.

The old man handed over the door sticker swiftly, walked in, and walked carelessly to the chair where the meat ball changed.

He pulled out his tobacco rod from the back of his waist, and rubbed the shredded tobacco leisurely until the shredded tobacco was squeezed firmly before stuffing it into the tobacco pot.

Ding Xiaoyi hurried up and carefully roasted the old man's smoke pot with fire until the shredded tobacco in the smoke pot was carbonized.

The bad old man took a sip happily.

"Old man, what did you mean just now that you don't have to use spiritual creatures?"

Chapter 266: Cicada 001

"Zi!!"

After the shredded tobacco in the smoking pot flickered a few times, a cloud of smoke sprayed out along the old man's nostrils.

With a squinting glance, he saw that Mr. Chen had already started sharpening his knife and lighting a fire, so he said, "The meaning is so simple, it's what you think!"

As he spoke, the old man squeezed out a blank piece of paper from nowhere.

There was no movement, and a spirit character appeared on the white paper

"What is the essence of a spiritual creature? To put it bluntly, it is a fragment!"

The bad old man shook his hand, and the paper chapter split into two pieces.

Give one piece to Ding Xiaoyi: "Although it is cracked, you can roughly see the strokes of this character, and then you can copy this character and gradually perfect it."

"But there is only this point, I don't know what the word is, how to perfect it?"

What I got was only half of the spirit character, and if I hadn't seen it beforehand, I wouldn't be able to recognize the character for a while.

The bad old man raised the other half of the white paper in his hand, only to see that the white paper began to regenerate gradually, and in a blink of an eye, all the gestures of Lingzi were restored intact.

"Paper is fragments, so you need your psionic creature to keep improving to help you improve."

Ding Xiaoyi nodded thoughtfully, which seems to be the reason.

The strength of a psionic creature, to use this analogy, is the size of the fragment.

The larger and more complete the fragments, the stronger the spiritual creature will naturally be.

In other words, they were once complete, but now only fragments remain.

Old Chen was sharpening his knife, but he also listened carefully.

He couldn't help nodding secretly in his heart. Although it was just a very simple metaphor, these words directly analyzed the essence of psychic creatures, which benefited him a lot.

In the final analysis, psionic creatures just help you get started and provide you with a method of copying.

Although this method is simple, but in the later stage, the shackles will be great.

After all, you have been copying all the way up, it is not difficult to learn, and when you copy Shen Yun, it is basically finalized.

At that time, if you try to go beyond, it will become a stumbling block instead.

"Think about it, if these psychic creatures were intact and extremely powerful in their previous lives, why did their power shatter in the end and become these psychic creatures?"

The smoke from the bad old man's mouth and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes added to the experience of watching the vicissitudes of life.

"Old man, do you mean that copying is not as good as writing yourself?"

Ding Xiaoyi was thinking about what the old man said, and obediently leaned next to the old man, and gently tapped his leg and rubbed his shoulders. If he didn't know his obedient appearance, he might think it was a pair of grandpa and grandson.

But if he really called the old man a grandpa, Ding Xiaoyi would not feel at a loss.

The ghost knows how long the old man has lived, and he calls him grandpa. He doesn't know how many generations and grandchildren he has added invisibly.

Facing Ding Xiaoyi's being obedient and flattering, the old man still enjoyed it very much.

The smoke pot in his hand tapped lightly at his feet: "Copying is still necessary. As the saying goes, gather the strengths of the family and make up for your own weaknesses. Some things, if you don't think about it thoroughly, writing it yourself is not called calligraphy, that is called dog climb."

After finishing speaking, he pointed at the Gu Lingshan at the back with his hand.

"Isn't this a ready-made teacher? No one else can invite you. You are just a university professor who starts to teach you. If you can't learn it, you are really stupid!"

The bad old man stopped talking when he said this.

He can give Ding Xiaoyi enough reminders, but he can only go so far.

No matter how much other things are said, it will be a mistake.

It's like parents often say, autumn is coming, and you have to wear long johns, but few kids are willing to listen to them, but they freeze into dogs when they go out, only to remember that my parents let me wear long johns.

For this kind of thing, it is typical not to suffer a little bit, and you will not understand the truth no matter how much you listen, so you have to let Ding Xiaoyi figure it out by yourself.

After the bad old man finished speaking, he ignored Ding Xiaoyi who was still thinking about it.

Standing up in a desperate manner, he ran to Old Chen, and began to think about what to do with Old Chen.

"This is a five-blessing pig, full of treasures, don't waste it, little brother!"

The bad old man stood happily by the stove, but he didn't want Mr. Chen to see it, so he simply cleaned up all the seasonings and pickles that were prepared earlier on the stove.

An expression like that of guarding against a thief made the old man look depressed.

The lard last time had nothing to do with my half a dime, it was all stolen by this guy, Baldy Jin.

"What is so different about this pig?"

Mr. Chen circled around the pig with a knife in his hand.

After looking carefully, sure enough, under the red fur of this pig, there are golden threads growing. If you look down from a high position, you can see clearly, these golden threads seem to be five different blessing characters.

"Luck, disaster relief, wealth, and longevity, the five blessings are born with luck, and they are hidden in the pigs of the five blessings. Those who eat them will eliminate disasters and solve difficulties, and their luck will prosper."

Hearing what the old man said, Mr. Chen couldn't help but turned around and asked, "Isn't there only four? Where are the five blessings?"

The bad old man smiled mysteriously and pointed to his mouth.

Immediately, Mr. Chen showed a smile on his face, and he understood: "Extreme is extreme, people's great desires are satisfied, it is a blessing, a great blessing!"

The Wufu pig at the side burst into tears after hearing what the two old guys said.

Listen, this speaks human language!

Then I saw Mr. Chen start gesticulating on Wufuzhu's body.

After all, what the old man said was that the pig had an extraordinary origin and was full of treasures.

Of course, Mr. Chen would not waste any space.

The bad old man looked like a helper in the kitchen, holding a small notebook, and remembering what Old Chen said.