In the northwest of Yizhou, deep in the mountains and rarely visited places, Jiang Feng stopped. According to the map of Blood Knife, the place where Blood Knife wanted him to come should be here.

Jiang Feng also looked at the surrounding terrain and found nothing except the mountains and forests. It seems that not only ordinary people don’t come here, but even monks won’t come here.

"The content of spiritual energy is so low, it can be considered a poor mountain and a bad water. If you choose to choose here for the tomb of the Thieves, it would be quite safe." Jiang Feng muttered as he glanced around.

Ziwei sat diagonally opposite Jiang Feng. Ziwei seemed to care about what Jiang Feng muttered. Jiang Feng also knew that unless he talked to Ziwei first, Ziwei would rarely talk to herself first.

"You rest first, I'll go and see if I can catch something for lunch." Jiang Feng stood up and said while walking towards the woods. After walking a few steps, Jiang Feng turned his head and said to Ziwei in a very stressful tone: "If someone comes, please hide. Don't wait for me to come back. I see the ground full of blood. I don't want to see others die, nor do I want to see you die."

Ziwei didn't look at Jiang Feng at all, as if Jiang Feng didn't exist. Jiang Feng was so angry that he was itchy and secretly scolded himself for being in trouble. Wouldn't it be better if she died? If she died, she wouldn't have to worry about it.

In the wilderness, ordinary people would not come here at all. The spiritual content is low, and cultivators would not choose to practice here. In fact, Jiang Feng didn't need to worry about someone coming. His advice was in vain.

After a while, Jiang Feng came back. He carried two rabbits and a pheasant, lit the fire with a smile, dealt with the rabbit, took out a small pot, and was about to make lunch.

"This rabbit may not be delicious when roasted. The dry pot is very good. I like eating dry pot rabbits very much." Jiang Feng said while busy.

Most of the time, Jiang Feng seemed to be talking to himself. Ziwei didn't talk to her, and Jiang Feng didn't care about her. Anyway, Jiang Feng didn't talk to Ziwei, so he was talking to Lan Wu. But Lan Wu couldn't eat, so you are talking about how delicious the dry pot rabbit is, it would be strange if someone could take care of you.

"Come on, try it, it tastes good." Jiang Feng said, pointing to the steaming dry pot rabbit.

Ziwei walked over and sat down slowly. Jiang Feng had already started eating by himself. The food was so fragrant, especially with two mouthfuls of ice and fire wine, it became even more enjoyable. Ziwei also made a pair of chopsticks and ate with rabbit meat.

While eating, Jiang Feng secretly glanced at Ziwei, thinking that I have been busy for a long time, so you can't eat it in vain, at least I would praise me a few words.

In Jiang Feng's expectation, Ziwei nodded while chewing rabbit meat and said, "No, good thing."

"It's delicious. I just said that the dry pot is delicious. If you like it, eat more. I'll make the pheasant in a while." Jiang Feng said with a smile.

Lan Wu said to Jiang Feng at this time: "The Blood Knife is from a bandit. What did he do when he was a bandit?"

The smile on Jiang Feng's face suddenly became less brilliant. Lan Wu was telling Jiang Feng not to think that the food he made was delicious. No matter how much blood knife was, they were all cooks. They might eat more good food than you.

"I mean your treasure pot is good. It's a good thing. It's just used to cook rabbit meat, which is a bit wasteful." Just as Jiang Feng was in a low mood, Ziwei's voice came.

This sentence stunned Jiang Feng. His eyes were extremely slowly looking at the pot on the fire. He thought to himself, was the treasure pot that Ziwei mentioned was the pot he used?

Jiang Feng didn't have any pots. He had an extremely hard but very light steel helmet. When he woke up in this world, Jiang Feng picked up the helmet. At that time, Jiang Feng was holding the idea of ​​using it as a pot one day. So, his idea had come true. But he didn't expect that this thing, like a steel helmet used by a soldier, was actually a treasure pot.

"You said this thing is a treasure pot? It's true or false." Jiang Feng asked.

Ziwei looked at Jiang Feng and seemed a little surprised. She said, "Don't you know this is a treasure pot? I thought you knew it."

Jiang Feng jumped up and took down his steel helmet and the treasure pot in Ziwei's mouth from the fire. Then he poured out the rabbit meat inside. Ziwei was a person who could live a life. When Jiang Feng poured out, Ziwei took action and imprisoned all the parts that Jiang Feng had poured out in the air. He moved it back to the fire.

Holding the helmet in his arms, Jiang Feng ran quickly to a stream not far from here. After washing the helmet, Jiang Feng ran back.

"Don't eat it now. Is this something really a treasure pot?" Jiang Feng asked Ziwei.

Ziwei nodded, said nothing, and continued to eat rabbit meat. Jiang Feng looked inside and out with the helmet, and was also studying with Lan Wu in his heart. But neither of them could be sure whether it was true.

"Since you recognize this thing, do you know how to use it?" Jiang Feng asked Ziwei again.

Ziwei nodded again, but still didn't say anything, and continued to eat her rabbit meat. Jiang Feng glanced at the rabbit meat in the pot formed by spiritual power on the fire. He thought that it would be a beating Ziwei for the sake of the Blood Knife.

"You are afraid that you can't beat others, but you will be chopped by someone." Lan Wu saw through Jiang Feng's little thoughts with just one sentence.

Jiang Feng refuted Lan Wu in his heart, saying that he must never admit it. Even if Lan Wu can hear anything he thinks in his heart, he will never admit it.

On the surface, Jiang Feng smiled and said to Ziwei: "Can you please give me some advice on how to use this thing?"

Ziwei's eyes moved back and forth between the rabbit meat on the fire and the treasure pot in Jiang Feng's hand, as if she was making some choice. After a full minute, Ziwei gave up the rabbit meat on the fire and looked at the treasure pot attentively. Jiang Feng also hurriedly delivered the treasure pot.

"Do you have a magic weapon? Take one for use." Ziwei, who took the treasure pot, said.

Jiang Feng quickly took out a long sword with a red sword hilt and black sword body from the storage bag. He now really wanted to see what this treasure pot could do. Is it really possible to have gold and silver as the legendary ones, or to directly copy something.

"Are there any raw materials for making this magic weapon?" Ziwei said after taking the sword.

Jiang Feng nodded, took out the raw materials, and handed them over and said, "Why do you still need raw materials? Can't the treasure pot be copied infinitely?"

Ziwei ignored Jiang Feng. After exporting spiritual power to the treasure pot, Ziwei threw the sword into the treasure pot, and then threw the raw materials for making the sword in. Although the treasure pot is only as big as a steel helmet, the sword disappeared after it entered.

The treasure pot flew up in Ziwei's continuous spiritual power output. The treasure pot, which slowly rotated in the air, turned golden little by little. The patterns that were originally unclear on the surface also became clear. Jiang Feng saw that those patterns were all things like gold, silver and treasures.

The golden light gradually became stronger, and there was also a jingling sound from the treasure pot. After almost five minutes, the golden light on the treasure pot began to weaken, and Ziwei also took it into her hand.

As soon as he rushed down, a red sword hilt and a black sword body fell out. Then there was the second and third swords. Finally, there were some raw materials left.
Chapter completed!