The next day, the three of them continued to set out as if nothing had happened. Nuwa and Fuxi were both determined and determined. Although they heard that they had a little out of their composure when they were innate treasures, they recovered in a moment. Zhuang Xiong's beating last night was mainly due to his mouth, and of course, it was not ruled out that they would use the problem to exert their accumulated anger. In short, one of the innate treasures would not make the two of them feel uneasy. As for Zhuang Xiong, this guy had long forgotten when he woke up.

The three tribes' war has just ended for more than 6,000 years. For the prehistoric world, which uses Huiyuan to calculate time, it is just a blink of an eye. Although the earth is already full of vitality and peaceful scenes, the three of them have not encountered any great supernatural powers. Perhaps the great supernatural powers are still watching, or, perhaps, the retreat that began during the three tribes' war has not yet woken up. So the only ones who are talking about the truth are still the three of them.

This time, Zhuang Xiong, who was originally the most leisurely, became the busiest one. Along the way, he either discussed the story with Nuwa Fuxi or was busy experiencing the great way among treasures. He spent more time plundering the spiritual root fruits and magic weapons materials, and then he was hiding alone while resting and wondering what he was secretly tinkering. Along the way, he was really three feet tall, and his look was so scared that Nuwa Fuxi looked at him with strange eyes. Zhuang Xiong seemed to have no idea, and he still plundered the material wildly, and then secretly plundered the material when he rested. Even Fuxi ignored Fuxi's provocation, and Fuxi was no longer able to fight, and he couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

Along the way, Zhuang Xiong gained enlightenment with the spiritual treasure of the natal world, and the cultivation of the three people increased a lot. Perhaps it was because people were in good spirits when they were happy, but they actually found a lot of good things. Of course, they were all useless, but some spiritual root fruits and some fragmented magic weapons. Although they were innate spiritual treasures, they were basically inferior. The great way contained in it was fragmented and it was good to have some reference value. So, except for a few small pieces for Nuwa to use as decoration, Zhuang Xiong used the others to decompose the materials.

In fact, what can be used is just a medium-grade spiritual whip of Nuwa, a medium-grade bracelet, a high-grade spiritual bead, and the Huntian Ling of Nezha in later generations. Zhuang Xiong seriously suspected that the top-grade spiritual bead was Nezha's spiritual bead of later generations. The bracelet was Nezha's Qiankun Circle. But every time I asked Nuwa's spiritual beads if they had spiritual intelligence or if the bracelet was called Qiankun Circle, Nuwa just smiled and said nothing. Zhuang Xiong thought about it, even if the spiritual bead was Nezha and the bracelet was Qiankun Circle, it seemed that it had nothing to do with him, right? So

Forget it. Fuxi got a tortoise shell of unknown grade, wearing a medium-grade Bagua Taoist robe and a medium-grade Bagua sword, which shows his terrible fight with Bagua. Fuxi got the spiritual treasure, put on the Taoist robe, and showed off Zhuang Xiong with his sword. Zhuang Xiong was disdainful and took out his top innate spiritual treasure Qiankun Sword. As a result, Fuxi was excited to see that he was suddenly red in his eyes and rushed up to fight Zhuang Xiong. As a result, Fuxi, who lost the battle and lost the battle, ran to the corner to make up the gossip and make up the calculations.

Zhuang Xiong did not leave any magic weapons. Basically, all the magic weapons that he had worked had been broken down into materials. Instead, a lot of spiritual roots and alien fruits were left, and they were all transplanted into the Qiankun Fan one by one. At this time, the spiritual roots in the prehistoric world were basically innate spiritual roots, and Zhuang Xiong had a lot of harvest. Among them, the Star Fruit Tree and the Five-Article Pine are the best, which is only slightly inferior to the ten innate spiritual roots. Of course, Zhuang Xiong did not know how to classify spiritual roots. He divided them according to his own ideas, based on whether they can be eaten and whether they are delicious. Obviously, the taste of the Star Fruit and the Five-Article Pine Nut made him very satisfied. Unfortunately, Zhuang Xiong had no chance of having the Ten Innate Spirit Roots and could not find a single one.

On this day, the three of them encountered another formation. Zhuang Xiong frowned slightly and felt the natal magic weapon tremble slightly. So he said, "My natal magic weapon has some sense, and this thing should be destined to me."

Fuxi observed for a while and said, "It is an innate spiritual treasure, and the grade is probably not low. When I break the formation and look at it, I can see what treasure can reach the eyes of the bear."

Zhuang Xiong couldn't help rolling his eyes and said, "I said, don't make fun of me, okay? Later, I left a magic weapon that was not broken down."

Fuxi snorted coldly and said, "You left one, and every time I think of me, my chest feels stuffy." But it turned out that the magic weapons that Zhuang Xiong had been handed down along the way were broken into materials, so Fuxi made fun of him for being too high and not looking down on these middle and lower-grade magic weapons. In fact, Zhuang Xiong really wanted to tell him that he had the Qiankun Cauldron, but he really looked down on these magic weapons. He decomposed them into materials to refine them better. However, he also knew that Fuxi was just showing off his verbal desire, so he later left a hammer-shaped magic weapon, and he added countless materials and refined them with the Qiankun Cauldron again, which became a top-grade magic weapon called Zhenshan Hammer. So every time Fuxi talked about this topic again, Zhuang Xiong smashed it with a hammer and the world became much quieter.

Fuxi was indeed a little afraid of Zhuang Xiong's elusive hammer, so he didn't say much, and turned around the formation a few times before starting to tinker. After a while, he said, "Okay, it's thankless to break the formation. It's really unnecessary. Now you follow my pace and go in and get the treasure." Zhuang Xiong knew that Fuxi was a professional in this regard, so he quickly kept a close eye on Fuxi's footsteps and stepped into the formation step by step.

After walking for more than an hour, he completely stepped into the formation. A green light was flying around, constantly hitting the formation. The four magic weapons in Zhuang Xiong's body shook together. Then the green light instantly drew an arc and flew towards Zhuang Xiong. Zhuang Xiong hurriedly stepped forward with his left hand and rolled his eyes immediately after taking it back.

When Fuxi saw Zhuang Xiong rolling his eyes, he couldn't help but make fun of him, "What's wrong? Are you not satisfied? Didn't this thing be destined to be with you?"

Zhuang Xiong curled his lips helplessly and said, "It's not that you are dissatisfied with it. The best-grade innate spiritual treasure Qiankun ruler. Damn, I've really formed a suit for me."

Fuxi couldn't help laughing secretly, but he didn't dare to provoke Zhuang Xiong in the formation, so he comforted him: "Okay, no matter how you say it is, it's a top-grade innate spiritual treasure. Qiankun is just Qiankun. There's nothing wrong with suits, it's easy to talk about. Let's go out and talk about it first."

Zhuang Xiong nodded. Just as he was about to come out, he saw a sudden change in the formation. A Taoist came out of it. The man had a coffin face, a yellow and yellow vulture, and his shriveled body was like a dead person. The three of them looked at each other and were all a little surprised.

The Taoist's eyes quickly swept over the Qiankun ruler in Zhuang Xiong's hand, and there was a hint of greed. When he looked at the two of them again, he saw Fuxi's face was righteous and a very humble gentleman, while Zhuang Xiong was honest and stupid, and his feet were awkwardly stomping on the direction of the formation. He couldn't help but feel determined and said in his heart: "It turned out to be two young people, which scared me." So he said solemnly: "Two friends, please, I'm the Taoist Lan Deng from Yuanjue Cave of Lingjiu Mountain. I wonder what the two friends call me?"

Fuxi didn't think much about it. There were too many strange people in the prehistoric world. He hurriedly bowed and said, "The Taoist Master is so polite. Fuxi is down to Buzhou Mountain. This is my best friend, Taoist Cangxiong."

Zhuang Xiong's frowning was relieved, and he couldn't help but show an intriguing smile. He was still wary of the greedy gaze. When he heard the Taoist called Ran Deng, he couldn't help but feel relieved. Although Ran Deng was also a guest in Zixiao Palace, he was a kind of person who was poorly chaotic. When he was full of great gods, he was not afraid of anything except his plan. It was not until after the gods were enthroned, that the great gods retired, and Ran Deng became a huge name among the younger generations. Forget it, let's see what methods he had.

Randeng glanced at Zhuang Xiong's strange smile, and couldn't help but feel a little confused, but he didn't take it seriously. He said solemnly: "Two friends, I travel around Buzhou Mountain, but my mind has been moved recently. I feel that there is a spiritual treasure here and I have a fate with me. I don't want to get it first. This thing has a lot to do with me. I don't know if I can give up my love and give it to me. I have practiced the Tao for hundreds of thousands of years, which is a little gain. I can communicate with you."

Fuxi couldn't help but look at Zhuang Xiong in surprise and said to himself: "Fellow Daoist Xiong said he was destined to him, but this fellow Taoist said he was destined to him. How could a treasure be destined to both of them? It was related to this fellow Taoist becoming a Taoist. Is it more destined to have a greater fate with this fellow Taoist?" However, the treasure was in Zhuang Xiong's hands, and Zhuang Xiong was also destined to do so, but Fuxi was not easy to make decisions, so he had to stand aside and remain silent.

Zhuang Xiong couldn't help but sneer: "Ran Deng said this well. Treasures are destined to be a good person, and they have to be destined to be enlightened. After practicing Taoism for hundreds of thousands of years, communication? If you can fool them, you can use some rag to exchange them. If it still doesn't work, you probably have to use hundreds of thousands of years of cultivation to snatch them?" Zhuang Xiong snorted coldly and said: "Although I don't know why the treasures are destined to be a fellow Taoist, I also feel that this thing is destined to me. It's the same thing as my natal spiritual treasure. I really can't be given up. I hope my fellow Taoist will forgive you." I want to see what methods you have.

Randeng's face remained unchanged, but his heart was secretly yelling about unlucky. This was really true. Li Kui met the fake Li Gui, so he smiled and said, "My friend is attached to the appearance. After all, the magic weapon is an external object, and cultivation is the foundation. The great way contained in the spiritual treasure has a great relationship with my enlightenment. My friend's cultivation is still shallow now, so it is better for me to keep it first so that I can understand the great way. I can exchange my cultivation experience for hundreds of thousands of years, which will be of great benefit to my cultivation. When my friend's cultivation reaches its level, it is not too late for me to worship the spiritual treasure."

This was even Fuxi felt that Lan Deng's words were a little wrong. Zhuang Xiong was a little confused. He had already known what Lan Deng was like and clearly knew what Lan Deng said. However, our otakus was stupid, but he didn't know how to refute it! Maybe he was disdain to argue with such people. Suddenly, Zhuang Xiong couldn't help but feel angry, and didn't wait for Lan Deng to react. He slapped his palm and knocked Lan Deng to the ground. He was about to continue slapping, but Lan Deng was not Fuxi, and he wouldn't joke with him. The fire flashed and instantly retreated a few feet away, and said angrily: "Why did fellow Taoist do it? You must know that I have practiced for hundreds of thousands of years, and it is not easy to bully."

Fuxi also looked at Zhuang Xiong in surprise and thought to himself, "This is not a time to play." Zhuang Xiong laughed furiously and said, "Okay, you Lan Deng, you bullied me, but you dare to ask me why I took action? Why did my complete set of magic weapons have a destiny to you? Is it rare for you to practice for hundreds of thousands of years? What kind of seniors are you? After practicing for hundreds of thousands of years, do you know the correct path of cultivation? You dare to say that the treasure has proved to you.

What is the relationship between Tao? I have practiced countless Huiyuan and I don’t know how to attain Taoism. Which big clove of garlic have you filled?" As he said that, he didn’t care how Lan Deng replied, turning the Qiankun stick into the thickness of the bowl, which was more than two meters long, and then he swung it. By the way, this guy saw Pangu swing the big axe and the Chaos Bell, and after he had the magic weapon, he also tried it. The feeling of swinging it was really good, so he fell in love with this feeling, and this time he finally had the chance to practice it.
Chapter completed!