It was late at night and the disciples dispersed one after another, but Zhirong quietly pulled Li Xiaobai aside and asked with a cold face: "Xiaohuang, how big is your storage magic weapon?"

In the past, the sects had never been so lively when traveling far away. They often camped in a hurry and returned to their tents to practice when they filled their stomachs.

But that night, the little devil almost showed up.

Tables, chairs, benches, pots, pans, and a large amount of fresh meat and vegetables, plus Zhirong's personal belongings and dry food from his senior brothers, the storage ring seems to have enough energy.

Such a large storage space is no less than the storage magic weapon in the hands of the elders, so how can people not be suspicious?

Li Xiaobai unconsciously glanced at his senior sister's chest.

“Large!”

"Tell me honestly, where did your storage ring come from?"

Senior Sister Zhirong is like an old hen, always worried that Li Xiaobai might encounter danger.

All magical instruments, magic and elixirs are of grade. The capacity of the first-grade storage magic weapon is only one foot cubic cube, the second-grade storage magic weapon is three feet per horizontal, the third-grade storage magic weapon is one meter per horizontal, the fourth-grade storage magic weapon is five meter per horizontal, the fifth-grade storage magic weapon is ten meter per horizontal, the sixth-grade storage magic weapon is fifty meter per horizontal, the seventh-grade storage magic weapon can be a cave, with a capacity of five hundred feet per horizontal, and the ninth-grade storage magic weapon forms its own world, and can be a cave, at least a thousand feet.

However, since the seventh level, both magic tools and magic pills are extremely rare. Perhaps they can only be seen in the secret treasures of the sect leader of the Five Palaces and Seven Sects. They are often treasures for mountain control.

"Picked up!"

Li Xiaobai can't tell the truth. He snatched it from a real person in the Full Realm Realm. Even if he said it, no one would believe it.

The Quanzhen Realm True Person has always been the mainstay of the Shudao Sect. If it were so easy to destroy, this sect would have been finished long ago.

"Pick it up? If you talk nonsense, why can't I pick it up?"

Zhirong raised her hand and wanted to slap this dishonest boy.

"Is it possible to grab it?"

Li Xiaobai hugged his head and stepped back immediately. Senior sister was about to get angry, so terrible!

"Then you have to rob it. There are many senior brothers and sisters in the sect who want to attack you, the idea of ​​taking the ring. If you don't tell me, how can you help you?"

The silly senior sister Bai Tian, ​​who was able to survive in Jingshuang Sect, was not really ignorant and knew the sinister advantages and disadvantages of human hearts. A storage magic weapon with a huge capacity appeared in the hands of a disciple who had just entered the inner sect. It was a strange thing that a child was holding gold in the downtown market and was not peeped at by others.

"If it is neither picked up nor robbed, is it still given by my father? My grandfather is a great hero in the martial arts world, but he is not a powerful man in art."

Li Xiaobai grinned and looked at his senior sister.

"this?"

Zhirong suddenly got stuck.

The other party blocked other possibilities with one sentence. If he was a senior in the art of martial arts, he would definitely have good cultivation if he held such a magic weapon. Otherwise, he would have been snatched by someone long ago. How could he let his children take it into Jingshuang Sect?

"Is it really picked up?"

Zhirong still couldn't believe it. Although this possibility was incredible, she didn't have a more reasonable explanation.

"It's really picked up!"

Li Xiaobai nodded. At least it was more reliable to pick it up than to snatch it up, even though both reasons sounded the same nonsense.

"I will ask my senior brothers to keep more snacks and don't let anyone snatch them!"

Zhirong was really considering Li Xiaobai, but she didn't expect that none of the senior brothers who were with her were a good-looking lamp.

"Senior sister has trouble!"

Li Xiaobai knew that his reminder might not be possible for this senior sister to listen to it, but instead would be blamed, so he had to pretend to receive the love.

"Go and rest early, and continue to rush tomorrow."

Zhirong felt much more relieved and walked towards the tent where several female disciples accompanied her.

"Yes! Senior Sister!"

Li Xiaobai stretched out and waved his hand and heard a loud bang. A wooden house four or five meters long and wide appeared in the open space.

When she heard the movement, Zhirong turned around and looked like she saw a ghost. Her mood was exactly the same as that of Senior Brother Zhaoping, and she wanted to strangle this little bastard to death.

Even such a big wooden house could be stuffed into it. What kind of treasure is that storage magic weapon?

"Good night, senior sister, see you tomorrow!"

Bang! Li Xiaobai closed the door.

The golden-eyed six-eared macaque jumped on the roof, constantly sucking and spitting at the moon, refining the moonlight into demonic energy, and absorbing the little bit of the thin breath of the Emperor's Flow. Although the mosquito is small, it is also flesh. As long as it can increase the demonic energy, it will not miss it at all.

This little devil!

Zhirong stomped her feet hatefully, waiting to deal with him tomorrow.

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At dawn, the steaming fragrance of porridge filled the entire camp. The disciples of Jingshuang Sect who woke up from their dreams were vaguely illusioned, as if they were not in a simple camp in the mountains, but were still in the sect, enjoying the service of mortal servants and maids.

This is not a dream.

Seeing a figure covered in golden hair busying her way back and forth, and stirring the porridge pot from time to time with a big spoon, Zhirong was immediately angry.

"Wukong, where is your master?"

The one who was preparing breakfast was Jintong Liu'er Mihou. No wonder Li Xiaoliang refused to kill the monkey demon, and turned out to be using it as a servant.

“Sleeping!”

The golden-eyed six-eared macaque made a sleeping gesture, and it knew that this sorcerer was not easy to mess with.

Just knowing that's the case, Zhirong raised her eyebrows and rushed to the wooden house with great momentum, and kicked the door.

Why do others sleep in tents? He is the only one who sleeps in the wooden house comfortably?

Bang!

"Li Xiaobai, get up!"

Bang! Another kick!

The foot was so strong that the door bolt was kicked and a crack appeared on the door panel immediately.

"I'm not wearing any clothes!"

A lazy sound came from the room, like a spell, causing Zhirong to stop her feet, and red clouds immediately rose on her face, like the morning glow in the sky.

"The practice of art and Taoism goes against the will of heaven. If you don't advance, you will retreat. What's the point of sleeping in!"

In order to cover up her embarrassment, she found a very suitable excuse for herself to kick the door.

"Senior sister got up so early!"

After a while, Li Xiaobai pushed open the half-dissolved door and looked at his senior sister outside the door with sleepy eyes.

Zhirong said angrily: "Have you practiced last night?"

Cultivation, practice? Li Xiaobai was confused. There was a Chaos Green Lotus in his mind. What else should he practice? Of course, he covered his head and slept comfortably all night.

"Like you, I don't know how you can reach the realm of refining God."

After getting the answer from Li Xiaobai's reaction, Zhirong was so angry that she was so angry.

I worked hard and seized all the time and resources to practice, so that I could finally reach the realm of refining the gods and become an inner disciple.

Senior Brother Zhaoping, who was watching this scene in the distance, twitched the corners of his mouth. Junior Sister Zhirong looked at the boy too tightly, and she had no chance to make a move at all. She was so angry.
Chapter completed!