Ever since Little Wuya got that drop of painstaking effort from the ancient Divine Phoenix's hundreds of years of cultivation, she had never had the strength to improve because of her congenital insufficiency.
In addition to the phantom being more proficient, she also used her inner breath to condense into her own natal spiritual weapon.
The two groups of breaths of different colors quickly condensed in Xiao Wuya's hands, and finally turned into two weapons.
Xiao Wuya's parents are Fire Phoenix and Ice Phoenix. Her body also inherits the blood of her parents, possessing the power of half fire and half ice.
From the outside, these two weapons look like spears and shields used by soldiers on the battlefield.
Among them, the one that Xiao Wuya held in her right hand was the Fire Phoenix Spear, and the one in her left hand, which was shaped like a shield, was the Ice Phoenix Shield.
Little Wuya won the spear and shield, and her strength improved greatly.
The fire phoenix spear in her hand blasted out, stabbing straight at one of the lightning martens.
A lightning mink was sent flying straight away, and there was a smell of burnt fur.
Seeing that his companion was wounded by one move, the other Lightning Sable suddenly arched its body, opened its stubby limbs, and spit out a piercing lightning ball from its mouth.
The lightning ball beeped and rolled in mid-air, like a blue thunder, flashing a cold light like tentacles.
Little Wuya didn't back away either, the Ice Phoenix in her hand reached out and faced the lightning ball.
I could only hear the crackling sound of the lightning ball, which exploded in front of the Ice Phoenix Shield, turning into streaks of blue light and shadow.
Between the calcium carbide sparks, Xiao Wuya's ice phoenix had already smashed onto the Lightning Mink's body, the bone-freezing cold condensed the Lightning Mink into an ice pile, and the Fire Phoenix spear stabbed twice, and that Lightning Mink had already turned into ice slag .
After getting up and falling back a few times, Xiao Wuya had perfectly killed the two lightning minks.
She retreated quickly, wanting to support Long Baobao.
A sharp cry was heard next to his ears, it turned out that Long Baobao had already fought fiercely with the last lightning mink.
Little Wuya knew earlier that Young Master Long is a powerful alchemist, but because he doesn't know martial arts, if it wasn't for Long Baobao's insistence on the way, he would have to participate in the battle, little Wuya
I'm afraid it won't let Long Baobao make a move.
I don't know what spirit weapon the dragon bag uses.
Little Wuya followed the sound and looked over, just in time to see a blue light, right in the throat of the lightning marten.
The blue-green light is the condensed star force of Long Baobao's cultivation, a special spiritual attack martial art called Meteor Strike.
I saw Long Baobao holding a slingshot in his hand. The slingshot is no different from the slingshots played by ordinary children, but its bow body is made of refined Nirvana iron, which is extremely light, and its elastic rope is It is made of dragon tendon of a kind of dragon.
Cooperating with Shanglong Baobao's meteor strike, this bow is enough to crack a black iron stone weighing one hundred catties, one can imagine its power.
With one blow, it hit the Lightning Marten's throat. A bullet-sized blood hole was broken in its throat, and the blood flowed like a spring. The Lightning Marten only had time to twitch its limbs before it collapsed to the ground.
Although they are both children, Xiao Wuya, who is a beast, and Long Baobao, who is a human, obviously have different views on killing.
Although Xiao Wuya has transformed into a human form from a beast, she still has the blood of a divine beast in her body. She is proud and cold-blooded. In her eyes, only the boss and Xiao Zhi are special. To other people, she is still a beast, let alone It was to kill a ferocious beast, she wouldn't even bat an eye when she killed several people.
But Long Baobao was different. When he saw a lot of blood flowing out, a cloud of mist gathered in his eyes.
Little Wuya couldn't bear to see it, and was about to go up to appease Long Baobao, but the mist in Long Baobao's eyes quickly dissipated.
The fingers that were slightly trembling while holding the slingshot earlier tightened up, and put away the slingshot, he said calmly.
"Before Xiao Zhiyo comes back, let's deal with the furs of these beasts first. These are the materials for high-quality refining tools."
His tone was so different from his shy image earlier that Little Wuya couldn't help but be taken aback for a while, then hurried forward to help Long Baobao tidy up the Lightning Mink's body.
The dragon bag at this moment made Xiao Wuya feel as if she had been completely reborn.
Long Baobao quickly disposed of the Lightning Mink's body.
His finger was covered with blood, and he wiped it casually.
In his heart, he became more and more fearless, because he knew that one day, he would use his own hands to personally inflict a more fatal wound on Long Sihai's body than the blood hole just now.
Almost like a tacit understanding, after Long Baobao and Xiao Wuya processed the first batch of lightning minks.
Little Zhiyo, who had run away, ran back quickly.
Dozens of lightning minks earlier were on the way, and they had already been thrown away by it, and two of them were dealt with, and it brought back three or four, and handed them over to Long Baobao and Xiao Wuya.
After going back and forth like this for a few times, Long Baobao and Xiao Wuya's subordinates, plus Xiaozhi who fell halfway, accumulated together, the two of them and one beast have already dealt with more than 20 lightning minks. The number of beasts they killed It also rose a lot at once.
After the last few lightning minks were dealt with, there were a few more high-quality mink furs in Longbaobao's Qiankun bag.
"This area has almost been cleaned up. What about these little lightning minks?"
After the blood washed this cave, only the litter that Little Zhiyo discovered first was the Lightning Mink.
They still closed their eyes, sleeping soundly in the hay nest, unaware that their parents had died.
For those adult beasts, Long Baobao and the others didn't feel unbearable, but facing these lightning minks that hadn't even opened their eyes, they all had a look of hesitation on their faces.
"Can you let them go, they're still so small."
Little Wuya suggested.
"Zhi yo (without the protection of adult lightning minks, they can't survive, just kill them, there are a few points)" Xiao Zhi yo said casually.
In the end, one person and one beast did not discuss the reason, so they simply handed over the decision-making power to Long Baobao.
Long Baobao frowned delicately, looking at those lightning minks who had no resistance at all.
"Let them go."
These little guys reminded him of himself.
After Long Baobao said that, he was about to take over the hay nest, but at this moment, there was only a whoosh sound, and several extremely piercing arrows shot out from the dry reeds beside him.
Xiao Zhi yo reacted quickly, and his small body suddenly jumped forward, pushing the dragon bag to the ground, dodging the stab in the back.
The little lightning martens in the hay nest were not so lucky. Their bodies, which hadn't even grown hard, fell to the ground, shattered, and turned into balls of fuzzy blood.