Xuan Kong took the bead from Wang Qi's hand, looked carefully, and realized that the bead was extraordinary.

It was vaguely emitting a spiritual energy. This spiritual energy was very dim and could not be felt if it was someone else. But he met Xuankong. Xuankong had a dragon ball from Ao Lie, the third prince of the West Sea Dragon King, and unexpectedly got the power of the real dragon and turned into the second soul.

Therefore, he is most sensitive to the spiritual energy of the sea clan.

I felt familiar, so I took out the little white dragon dragon ball from my arms, and compared to my eyes to the mind. After a while, I opened my eyes and looked at Wang Qi, "Ah" and said, "Junior brother, what is the origin of your bead? Tell me in detail!"

Wang Qi said strangely: "This is the old goods that cannot be sold in my store. Is there anything else that is strange?"

Xuankong said angrily: "So much nonsense, if you want to say it, you can say it quickly. If what I expected is good, I can add ordinary spiritual treasures to you."

Wang Qi was almost drooling all over the floor when he heard this. He didn't dare to say much nonsense at the moment, but just picked up important words to tell the truth about his bead. Xuan Kong's whole body shook, then put the bead in front of him to watch, murmured: "It's indeed it!"

Wang Jun was beside him, and he was also thrust into the appetite, so he didn't bother to peek at the yellow-haired fox lying on Wang Qi's head and sleeping in a nest.

He also squeezed in front of Xuankong and asked, "Master, I think this bead is shiny, but its image is deformed, it's not worth it, right?"

If there are beads of this shape, Wang Jun is indeed rare in his family, but the ones in his family are pearls of the South China Sea. Each round and full grain is not comparable to that of this deformed bead.

Xuan Kong shook his head, looked at Wang Jun, reached out to slap Wang Qi in the back of the head, rolled his eyes: "Idiot, idiot, you obviously don't know the goods even if you keep the spiritual treasure in front of you!"

He couldn't bear to beat his apprentice, but he didn't have to feel sorry for his junior brother.

Wang Qi was slapped by Xuankong and almost threw the little fox on his head to the ground. The little fox screamed and quickly stretched out his little claws to grab Wang Qi's hair. Wang Qi's hair tightened and tears filled his pain.

He blinked his eyes and asked, "Senior Brother, just tell me, what is this treasure?"

Xuankong was not in a hurry to answer, but just held the pearl in his palm and looked up and down. His eyes were rumbling and he didn't know what he was thinking. Wang Qi reached out to get his pearl, and Xuankong came to his senses and took his hand away.

He smiled and said, "Good junior brother, I'll tell you the story of this turtle treasure!"

Wang Qiyan saw that his bead was held in his hand and admired by Xuan Kong. He also wanted to know what the money-losing goods he collected at home had. So he moved a chair to serve Xuan Kong and sat down and listened to him and Wang Jun.

Xuan Kong said: "If I expected it is correct, your ancestors collected this pearl from a family named Feng in Lintao, right?"

Wang Qiqi said: "It seems that the dilapidated house is this surname."

Xuan Kong smiled and held Wang Qi's shoulder and patted hard: "Then there is no problem. This should be the turtle treasure obtained by the Feng family's predecessor from the Eight Great Kings of Taoshui." He said: "This turtle treasure must be destined to be my disciple, and it turns out that it has something to do with his fairy sword."

Wang Qi sucked a cold sweat from his forehead and felt something was wrong.

Xuankong continued, "My sword is the first thing I won by gambling with Qingtongjun of Weiyushan. At that time, I heard him tell a story. It was a hundred decades ago when Qingtongjun set up a drink. There was a rough man at the dinner. He was the most generous and drunk. Finally, he drank so much that he only drank so much that he went down the mountain to rest."

Anyone-man show where you only tell a story is the most boring.

A good story, in addition to good eloquence, also needs the echo of the audience.

Wang Qi was a good listener and kept asking, "What?" Xuan Kong smiled slightly and continued, "The rough man called himself the Eight Great Kings. It turned out that he was a thousand-year-old turtle-formered spirit from Tanzhong Taoshui. He drank too much fairy wine at Qingtongjun, but he actually showed his prototype on the way back and fell asleep."

Wang Jun said: "My father also said drinking alcohol was a mistake, so it's better to drink less wine."

Xuan Kong shook his head and said, "The Eight Kings are also monsters who have become spirits. Even if there is too much water and wine in the world, how can you get drunk? But Qingtongjun is the leader among the 36 caves and seventy-two blessed lands in the world. What he brews is the immortal wine of the Three Realms."

"But it is not something that the Eight Kings can enjoy for a thousand-year-old spirit monster. The Eight Kings showed their true colors and were caught by the nearby fishermen with fishing nets. They were about to sell the meat but were saved by the ancestors of the Feng family. After the Eight Kings sobered up, they were also grateful for their old kindness and turned into human form and went to find Feng Sheng..."

Wang Qi sneered: "When I was on the mountain, my master always said that my intentions would be different if I were not my race. I guess the eight kings were jealous and wanted to trouble Feng Sheng?"

Xuan Kong's heart skipped a beat. He lived in the back mountain for a long time and didn't know how the old Taoist priest was a disciple. But he didn't know that Taoist Yimei was actually influenced by the mundane world and taught Laoshan disciples to fight against demons and monsters.

This is not good.

But Xuan Kong couldn't say what the specific bad things were, and just smiled and said, "My junior brother was wrong. The eight kings came to Feng Sheng to repay his life-saving grace. He also invited Feng Sheng to eat a meal of rice wine, and spit out his natal turtle treasure from his mouth and gave it to Feng Sheng."

"That is the bead of this life?" Wang Qi took a deep breath. He didn't expect that he was really blind, but the spirit treasure was placed in front of him without knowing it.

He smiled flatteringly and reached out to get the turtle treasure in Xuankong's hand, but Xuankong slapped it away and asked, "Do you know what the effect of this turtle treasure has? How do you use it?"

Wang Qi shook his head desperately, and then Xuan Kong smiled and said, "This turtle treasure is implanted into the human body and can be opened and brightened. Any place with jewelry can be found even if it is buried deep underground. Moreover, it is also the essence of the Eight Kings for thousands of years. After obtaining it, it has increased the knowledge and experience of the Eight Kings for thousands of years of cultivation out of thin air. It is most suitable for those who have just started their studies."

Wang Qi grabbed Xuan Kong's sleeve and said with a plea: "Senior Brother, I'm just now in the art. It's the most suitable for me to use!"

Xuan Kong ignored him and pretended to be a newcomer, laughed a few times, and said in a slight manner: "When I just started, my newly accepted disciple is also named Wang, and he was a family with you, Wang Qi, five hundred years ago. You are my disciple's uncle, so why don't you even show any of that?"

The cold sweat on Wang Qi's forehead finally flowed down, and he said in his stomach: "No, my senior brother is an old thief who has accumulated a lot of years. I pity the spiritual treasures passed down from my family, but it is difficult to get them back after they have entered his hands."

Xuan Kong laughed and looked at Wang Qi with a pair of thief eyes.
Chapter completed!