Chapter 34: Long legs ran...

This "Book of All Souls" is not a traditional practice method, it is a strange book!
To comprehend the connotation, you cannot catch the stars and the moon, and live forever, but you can understand the mountains and rivers, use the power of the stars, and gossip and gossip. All these are described in this book!
If it is a great accomplishment in cultivation and stomping your feet, you can change the world and use it for yourself!
Rao is Fang Yue's powerful soul, unparalleled in the power of comprehension, but he is also very strenuous to study this "Sutra of All Souls", and he has only just started to learn this scripture for a whole night.
"Fu Ling, according to the book, the first chance of success is the best! Even for beginners, you can usually use one to succeed in the third time! It's better, I'll experiment with giving a wok spirit, this There is little in the cooking room, except for the iron pot! As for the material for this sacrifice, you can sacrifice the rooster! Around the cooking room, there are countless chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep. It can be called inexhaustible. Inexhaustible!"
Fang Yue's eyes lit up.
He thinks this magical technique is quite interesting!
He took out his own iron pot, which was his battle weapon when slaying the barbarians!
It was still stained with the blood of several barbarians.
But the blood on the top has dried up long ago, showing a dark purple color!
Fang Yue muttered to himself, placing the iron pot in front of him, closing his eyes, and turning the zhenqi in his body according to the scene described in the "Book of All Souls".
The odd meridians and eight meridians circulate in each circle.
Fang Yue's eyes suddenly lit up, as if two bright lights were shining!
A little golden light condensed on his fingertips, and with a light ding, the dot fell on the iron pan.
The entire iron pot glowed, transparently shrouded by a hazy black light.
The next moment, Fang Yue took another rooster that was alive and kicking and put it on top of the iron pan.
As soon as the rooster's feet touched the black awns on the iron pan, they melted instantly and disappeared!
Fang Yue didn't panic, because according to the "Book of All Souls", this was exactly a process of sacrifice.
Soon, the whole rooster was swallowed by the black awns on the iron pan.
The light above the iron light still condenses.
"Fuck? What's the situation? If the sacrifice is swallowed, the light on the iron pan should dissipate!"
Fang Yue was stunned. There was never such a record in the "Book of All Souls".
In the next moment, Heimang evolved and turned into a big mouth, constantly chirping, as if to say to Fang Yue: "I want, I want..."
"What kind of stuff is this? What about the good luck? How come you have a big mouth than just now, this will not be the result of the luck!"
Fang Yue was tired and crooked for a while, and once he gave a good spirit, he would actually evolve into this appearance.
A wok gave birth to a mouth! Could it be that this time giving spirits to the spirituality of the iron pan?
Fang Yue got big for a while, and the result of this empowerment is indeed full of uncertainty!
Seeing that Fang Yue ignored it, the iron pan actually gave birth to two short legs underneath. He walked to Fang Yue's side and rubbed the edge of the iron pan on Fang Yue's leg!
Fuck...Is this acting like a baby?
Fang Yue's jaw was about to fall. He usually did some unreliable things to surprise others. This time he was greatly surprised by this iron pot!
It's just an iron pan. First, it has a mouth, and now it has two more short legs. Is this going against the sky?
Seeing the pitiful look of the iron pan, Fang Yue couldn't help feeling softened, and took a cabbage and put it in the iron pan's mouth.
As a result, the iron pan closed his mouth!
Do not eat!
The two short legs below, stretched out one by one, bumped, and even threw the cabbage out of the pot!
"Damn, are you still picking things? Little kids can't pick things, don't you know? It's easy to be malnourished!"
Fang Yue beat the iron pot. Seriously, said the lesson.
As a result, the iron pan curled his mouth and expressed disdain for such words.
Fang Yue is speechless, you just have a wok, what's so arrogant!
He didn't know what the food was eating, so various things were thrown into it.
What kind of fruit, dried meat, and Linggu, but I didn't eat them all. One by one was sprayed on Fang Yue.
"What are you eating?"
Fang Yue was annoyed and roared at the iron pan.
The iron pan ignored him, and the iron handle shook and turned his head away!
"Say you are fat, you are still breathing, right! See if my brother will kill you!"
Fang Yue picked up a kitchen knife and threw it over. With a bang, it hit the iron pan.
The iron pan was not angry, but opened his big mouth suddenly.
Creak, creak, creak!
After a few crisp sounds, an iron pan disappeared in front of Fang Yue's eyes.
"So you like to eat ironware?"
Fang Yue was stunned, and quickly reacted to his hobby of iron pot food.
It turned out to be a poor child with iron deficiency.
Fang Yue was no longer angry, and threw all the useless ironware in the house to the iron pot.
Those who came from the iron pan would not refuse, click, click, chew all for him.
On the surface of the iron pan, a layer of faint black awns circulates, as if the essence of the iron can be changed in the process of devouring it!
"I'll call you Xiaotie from now on! Come on, let me show you, what are your special skills!"
Fang Yue looked at the iron pot eating happily, and couldn't help feeling that this guy still had a little cuteness.
After all, it was the first work he gave birth to.
Although I don’t know why there is a little omission, it is different from the description in "The Book of All Souls".
But this iron pan is more spiritual, after all, he has not heard of any iron pan that can eat by itself and grow legs.
The iron pan is not humble either, a pair of short legs are upside down, and in the blink of an eye they are next to the Chinese cabbage that it just spit out.
Its calf squatted down, the edge of the pot tilted, and he shoveled the Chinese cabbage into the pot.
With a bang, black awns flowed in the pot, covering the Chinese cabbage. After a while, the black light dissipated, and an ordinary Chinese cabbage was filled with a light aura!
"This is... the spirit vegetable?"
Fang Yue was surprised, his eyes widened. He showed an incredible expression.
If this is really spiritual vegetables, then he can make a lot of money.
Spirit vegetables are actually opposite to Linggu, which are grains with aura and spirit vegetables are vegetables with aura.
Xiao Tie straightened his calf and looked very proud.
Fang Yue took out the Chinese cabbage, which was full of spiritual energy, and it was really spiritual vegetables.
This is a first-grade spirit vegetable. It is estimated that this Chinese cabbage is worth at least 20 spirit stones. Spirit vegetable is less common than Linggu, and the price is relatively higher.
However, after Xiao Tie made the spirit vegetables, the ummons on the surface were obviously dimmed. There is no free lunch in the world. It turns an ordinary Chinese cabbage into a spirit vegetable, which obviously consumes a lot of its own energy!
"Eat, eat! Daddy won't be hungry for you!"
Fang Yue is a typical mother who has milk. Seeing that this little iron has this ability, he immediately took a 180-degree turn in his attitude.
He took out a barbarian war knife from the stone pendant. This war knife was jet-black and weighed forty to fifty kilograms. The blade had a bad edge, but it could break your muscles if you hit it with a swing.
The weapons of the barbarians are similar in color, mainly relying on brute force to display them.
Fang Yue threw the barbarian war knife to Xiao Tie.
Xiao Tie ate the sword in excitement. The material of this sword was more than a grade better than ordinary kitchen knives.
Fine iron and the like are mixed in it, making Xiaotie a real treat.
After eating the barbarian sword, the black awns on the surface of the small iron recovered, and it was even richer than before.
It volunteered and refined all the baskets of potatoes scattered on the ground. In a blink of an eye, the baskets of potatoes were full of spiritual energy and reached the level of first-grade spiritual vegetables!
"Good son, good son! Dad will give you whatever you eat in the future!"
Fang Yue really loves this little iron pot.
All kinds of weapons are tattered to him, and if they are sold, they need to be refurbished, and the simple materials are not worth a few dollars.
However, Fang Yue's eyes were superb, as if he saw a good route to get rich.
"Second Young Master! The new special envoy wants you to meet him!"
Fang Yue was playing happily, and Shao Gang knocked on the door outside.
"What special envoy? Why haven't I heard of it?"
Fang Yue glanced at Xiao Tie, who was very interesting and put away a pair of short legs and mouth. Heimang was restrained, like an ordinary iron pot, lying quietly on Fang Yue's stove.
Fang Yue opened the door and asked Shao Gang.
Shao Gang explained: "This time, due to General Ye's negligence, the barbarians suffered a lot of casualties during the attack on the camp. Therefore, the royal family of Yan State sent people to Xingshi to inquire and investigate this matter!"
"Oh, it turns out that's the case, but is it my fault?"
Fang Yue frowned, the envoy was aloof and shouldn't have any intersection with him, a small person who burns and cooks.
"That's it. The envoy said that you found the traces of the barbarians the first time, so you want to see you and understand the whole story. However, the envoy was not kind, and seemed to have some trouble with Miss Chu Mengying. When the time comes, the second son must be cautious and don't let others handle it!"
Shao Gang cautioned carefully.
Fang Yue screamed, and then left!
Before leaving, Fang Yue was still a little worried about the little iron at home, so he simply carried it with his back.
"You are Fang Yue?"
In the military tent, a young and handsome boy dressed in purple clothes, with raised eyebrows, a pale face with indescribable majesty.
He looked down at Fang Yue, a mocking smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.
Behind the purple-clothed boy, there were two other people, both middle-aged men, dressed in Taoist robes, looking at Fang Yue with cold eyes, like ice.
"Yes, I am Fang Yue."
Fang Yue's response was unhurried, without any respect or fear.
He confronted the purple-clothed boy in front of him, his eyes collided, neither humble nor overbearing, and did not shrink at all.
Fang Yue's heart was a little surprised, the purple-clothed boy was really too young, judging from his appearance, he should be a few years older than himself. He was actually sent by the royal family to temporarily take charge of the military affairs of the Apocalypse Army and replace Ye Wannian.
"Fang Yue, Hugh is rude!"
Ye Wannian, who was standing by his side, sternly stopped, and a faint suffocating air flowed between his eyebrows.
Although he was suspended by the royal family and is temporarily under investigation, he is still responsible for assisting the purple-clothed boy in handling affairs in the army.
Ye Wannian's hatred of Fang Yue was unforgettable, as if the two were born at odds with each other. Since Fang Yue came to the Apocalypse Legion, he has not had a birthday.
The barbarians attacked the camp, this was a major event that hadn't happened once in 800 years, so he dared to confront it.
"This is a special envoy sent by the imperial family, Lord Zuo Jun. He is a high disciple in the Ziyue Cave. His magical power is beyond the realm that mortals can understand. Now, he is in charge of military affairs and all his instructions. Must unconditionally obey."