Qin Feng kept thinking about Qin Chuchu's words on the way he came. He had to place a bet after the end of the game. Since he had to win the bet no matter what, wouldn't it be a pity if he didn't chase a few bets? So, he would not give him the magical powers of the Dharma. He was still scared by the external story of the Tribulation Thunder Talisman. He still didn't know that he had passed the Tribulation Talisman! He was actually someone who had already walked through the Ghost Gate. So after thinking about it, I gave him a few words to remind him that he had also made a small bet.

Qin Chuchu rushed back as soon as he arrived at Huangyunxi Sect. Fang Zheng was in front of him, but not the main reason. Fang Zheng had gone through so many tests and it was fine. Qin Chuchu might not have much hope for finding out what Fang Zheng had. The main reason was to see how his task was completed. Now, if he had not found out that Fang Zheng was taking over the body and the unexpected jade beehive, he would not have been beautiful.

In his opinion, if Fang Zheng cannot change, he will probably suffer a lot in the future. After suffering losses, he will think that he had advised him back then, so his image will become taller and taller in his heart. His cultivation is not high, but what he has studied most for so many years is the heart of the people. This foreign deacon cannot achieve just his cultivation. What he bet seems to be worthless, but may not be rewarded in the future! Qin Chuchu puts a heavy bet a bet, and his small bet is also a bet.

He looked at Fang Zheng with gratitude and finally had the strength to get up from the ground. He knew that Fang Zheng had remembered what he said just now, at least that was enough! He smiled and took out the mustard bag and handed it to Fang Zheng. He said, "Come here, I will teach you the magic tricks that open the bag!"

Fang Zheng hurried forward, listened carefully, and tried to open the bag with spiritual power. The spiritual power required for the bag was not large. Fang Zheng felt that his hand suddenly entered the bag, and the bag felt empty and boundless. Just as he was thinking about it, there was an extra stick in his hand. He quickly took it out, but found that it was a black wooden stick with no light all over his body. There was a bit of mottled wooden knot on the stick, which seemed to be disordered, but Fang Zheng always felt familiar. Fang Zheng held the stick and looked at Qin Feng with a puzzled look on his face.

Qin Feng patted his head and said, "This thing is here!" But he didn't go to pick the wooden stick. He looked at Fang Zheng and said, "It's all about the spiritual object to choose the master. Since you have got this thing, I'll give it to you." Fang Zheng hurriedly said, "How to make it happen? I heard from Uncle Qin say this, this thing seems very expensive, and my nephew can't afford it!" Qin Feng said, "I don't know whether it can afford it. This thing is not soaked in water and fire, gold and stone, and spiritual energy is cut off. How do you think you can use it?" Fang Zheng was stunned. What does this mean?

Qin Feng sighed and said, "This thing has no use, but it cannot be damaged. It is round and slender as a protective body. It is said to be a strange treasure, but it is useless. It is said to be a strange treasure, but it is just like this in the world. So there is a rule in our sect: whoever gets it to whom. This is the order of the ancestors. It says that it will choose the master if it is a spiritual creature. Since you get it, it will be yours."

Fang Zheng wanted to refuse, but suddenly felt the two chakras in his body radiate, as if they had some sense of the wooden stick. He thought about it and said, "Thank you, Master Qin, so I'm not here." Then he put it back in the bag.

Qin Feng narrowed his eyes again and concluded that this was Fangzheng's thing. He did not say it out loud, and then said: "My little brother, your fortune in heaven and earth will be the way of heaven to take care of you. It turns out that heaven also has relatives! You are a dying person, and a powerful monk thinks that you are better to live, so you saved your life. You are a relative of heaven, whether you believe it or not, I believe it anyway!"

He took out another talisman and said, "This talisman is called the hidden talisman. After you use it, you can choose the degree of your spiritual energy leak. No one can see through it under the Nascent Soul. But there is one thing, you can't fight with others. You use it ten days later, pretend to be an ordinary person who does not leak out, put a mustard bag in the jade beehive and sent it to the teahouse in Shiliping. Don't worry about whether I'm here or not, go to the wall, and there will be someone there who also holds a mustard bag, which is also without cultivation. You two change the bag, and then go back, I will give you a favor to the mustard bag. How can I grasp it? I won't teach you anymore! Finally, I will give you a sentence, today's matter will make God open your eyes and have the power to protect you, but it will be impossible!"

Fang Zheng nodded and said, "Senior Brother Xie, I won't know anymore!" He still sweats coldly. Although he couldn't think of who would help him, he swore to put his head in the sand and be an ostrich when he went back, and he would never come out to do anything after he was in the future!

Fang Zheng walked out of the woods, and there were more people around Qin Feng. Qin Feng hurriedly bowed: "Elder, my subordinates have made their own decisions, and I also think that this kid is really thinking about it." Qin Chuchu smiled and said: "You did a good job and saved a square inch bag! But why are you asking me?"

Qin Feng lowered his head and said, "I have thought about the elders' words. Since the elders are all betting on behalf of the sect, how dare this subordinates take his favor on behalf of the sect?" Qin Chuchu stretched out his hand and pointed his forehead, and said with a smile: "You are very thoughtful!" This is not nice, but his voice is smiling. Qin Feng thought to himself: This step is finally the right step!

Fang Zheng turned to the mountain gate. He had just passed Huang Yun Bridge, but saw Huang Wan'er waiting for him at the bridge head with anticipation. He hurriedly went forward and said, "Just like Uncle Song guessed, he didn't bring so many ice-faced pills to exchange." Seeing that Huang Wan'er's disappointed expression had already appeared, he hurriedly continued, "He can make up a hundred bottles, it will take ten days to go!" Huang Wan'er seemed to be frightened by this number, and then became excited again, and smiled and said, "I know, you are the creation of heaven and earth, and you are indeed lucky!" But he forgot that the price of these hundred bottles was that the spiritual roots of his sect might be cut off.

At that moment, Fang Zheng was arranged to live in a cultivation house at the foot of the mountain. Before leaving, he specifically told the guest Taoist: "You must serve me well, this is my disciple!" The guest Taoist made him feel scared and afraid of offending him.

When he returned to his room at night, Fang Zheng had the opportunity to take out the wooden stick and study it carefully. He found that the wooden stick was indeed a bit ordinary. It was about the length of a sword, round and round, with the knots of the trees on his body, which was very light. Except for the hardness, it was just like other wooden sticks. Just as he was looking at it, the two chakras on his body surged again, and his thoughts moved, leading the spiritual power to the wooden stick, but the spiritual power reached the wooden stick, and the knot on the wooden stick suddenly shone, and then there was no movement.

Fang Zheng knew that he had done the right thing, so he was very happy. He increased his spiritual power again, and the lines lit up again. This time Fang Zheng understood that the lines were connected from top to bottom, which was an immortal text!

He was overjoyed. The wooden stick turned out to be a magical magic trick. He found paper and pen, and rubbed it down. After rubbing it, he was stunned again. He knew this thing, and it was a talisman of transformation! Fang Zheng felt a little discouraged. He finally found a magical power but learned it himself!

Sitting silently beside the bed, sulking, the stick in his hand swinged irregularly. As he was swinging, an idea suddenly came up. He used his spiritual power to input the stick and lighted the magic talisman in the air. As soon as he finished drawing, he saw a wave of spiritual power, and the talisman condensed and was waiting in the air for him to issue a slogan! He was overjoyed. He had mastered the first magical power to come to this world!
Chapter completed!