"The agarwood spirit wine is made from jasper agarwood. It takes eight hundred to one thousand years to condense such a bag. This little fox is lucky and has two bags."

The spirit fox was so angry that he jumped into his feet. When he saw Baoer, he was helpless. He could only suppress the anger in his heart and lay in the grass without a sound.

I think its generation of divine beasts, who have lived in the Buzhou Mountains for more than two hundred years, can be called a overlord. Why is it so unlucky that it meets the nemesis?

"No, you can't leave now. These things are not enough. What you said, the things you took out will definitely satisfy me. I'm not very satisfied now." Baoer turned his head suddenly and said to the spirit fox who stood up and wanted to leave.

A trace of contempt appeared in the fox's eyes, as if he was despising Baoer's greed.

"You are worth two bags of agarwood spirit wine? I beat you down and take it to change things. How much do you think you can change?" Baoer said without giving in.

The spirit fox thought about it and found that this is true. It is a divine beast that has lived for more than two hundred years. It has extremely high value. Two bags of agarwood spirit wine seem to be a bit unreasonable.

He tilted his head and thought for a while, the spirit fox turned around and left. In less than ten minutes, he held two glowing stones in his mouth.

The glowing stones are not new, and the Buzhou Mountains are extremely huge, and there are all kinds of strange things inside. The rich people don’t like these stones that emit various colors of light. Compared with the glowing stones, the charming turquoise green talismans are more attractive.

Even if it is just used for decoration, talismans are more respectful than any kind of glowing stone.

"Good thing, let you go. Remember not to come to Pingchuan City again in the future. Otherwise, I will beat you hard and sell you again. Remember." Baoer picked up two glowing stones with joy, stuffed one of them into Du Qian's hands, and jumped into the car happily.

Du Qian followed him into the car in confusion. The turbine started and the powerful kinetic energy pushed the turbine suspension vehicle to turn around and drive towards Pingchuan City.

"What is this?" Du Qian asked.

"Mingjin, a very rare stone."

"What's the use?"

"It's useless, it can be used to change things."

"It's useless, why are you happy?" Du Qian still couldn't understand Baoer's thinking. Before, he only nodded with satisfaction when he got the agarwood spirit wine. He was far happier than getting the Mingjin.

"It's useless to me, the warrior martial monks will rush to ask for it."

"Oh? Is it useful to the combat master?" Du Qian was worried. No matter how good the agarwood spirit wine is, it is just a drink. It is a pure enjoyment. Du Qian was not interested. Although its taste was charming, Du Qian still considered selling it. No matter how delicious the wine was, it was better to change it to a spiritual horn to improve combat power.

I have to say that the War Orphan School educated Du Qian very well and said that the four words "unparalleled combat power" have penetrated into the bone marrow. As long as there is a trace of possibility, it will be used to exchange for stronger combat power.

In his heart, besides family affection, combat power is supreme. Only with powerful combat power can he have everything. Enjoyment is too far away from Du Qian.

It is different if it is useful to a combat master. The combat master is a martial monk, which means that this piece of Mingjin is useful to a martial monk. What else can be useful to a martial monk besides improving combat power?

"Well, the warrior can turn on the energy power furnace, and the sound of gold can improve the efficiency of the power furnace."

Du Qian blinked a few times and recalled his knowledge about the power furnace of the warrior. Fortunately, he often entered the Empire Library these days. Even if he didn't like reading, he would take time to study the knowledge related to martial arts monks. With a month of accumulation, Du Qian's understanding of martial arts practitioners was much more than when he just graduated.

Although I have not fully understood the path of martial arts monks, I have read it once or even several times.

When the combat power of a martial monk reaches one million, he can be called a warrior. Until this time, the martial monk becomes truly powerful. Any warrior is of precious resources in the empire. He has a very high status and income and can live better.

The reason why the warrior is much nobler than the war king and the war spirit is not only because the combat power of the warrior is higher, but more importantly, the combat power of the warrior is much faster than that of the warrior.

After the combat power is one million, an energy power furnace can be formed in the body. This invisible pure energy thing has a very special function, squeezing and grinding later spiritual objects, namely spiritual horns, and spiritual transformation pools, and other items containing huge spiritual energy.

After grinding, pure spiritual energy is squeezed out for the warrior to absorb. Just like Du Qian does now, this method of upgrading is countless times faster than directly absorbing spiritual energy from the air.

The higher your combat power, the shorter your window period, and the faster your absorption speed. In addition to the same spiritual horn, Du Qian is too far behind the real warrior.

It is said that in the late stage of the combat division, after reaching five million combat power, thousands of combat power can be increased in one day.

Of course, such a fast increase speed must have very high requirements for resources, and there must be enough spiritual objects such as spiritual horns and spiritual transformation pools.

The speed of grinding and squeezing spiritual objects is the efficiency of the power furnace. The higher the efficiency of the power furnace, the faster the speed of improving combat power.

This principle is not difficult to understand. Even if the warrior is as far away from Du Qianxiang's horizon, he will still understand it very quickly.

Look at the gold in your hand, it’s a good thing. When the warrior sees this thing, his eyes will definitely shine. Surviving in this world, all resources that can enhance combat power are the most important resources and are strategic.

Exchange money for money...

No, you can't exchange money. I am an ideal young man. Although I am still too far from the warrior, it is not impossible to give me enough time.

Du Qian secretly examined himself that he had to look farther and could not always do this. With enough resources, with his current absorption speed, he is no longer much worse than those geniuses.

Maybe he doesn't have a genius foundation, but it's not too late now. The gap in ten years is indeed not small, and he only has about 200,000 combat power, and he can always catch up.

Thinking of this, Du Qian knew that treasures like Mingjin could not be sold, and God knew if they could still be encountered in the future.

Du Qian doesn’t know how long his good luck can last. People cannot rely on luck, but on their own efforts and their own strength.

Turning his head and looking at Baoer who was concentrating on driving, Du Qian became entangled again. We orphans in war don’t like to owe favors, this favor is too great.

A bag of agarwood spirit wine and a piece of jingjin that made the warrior jealous. Why did you repay this favor?

"I owe you."

“No owe.”

"owe."

"Okay, if you feel you owe me what you want, just come and play with me when you have time. This world is so boring."

Looking at Baoer's childish face and listening to her old voice, Du Qian couldn't tell what it felt like. Is it boring? Du Qian didn't think so. As long as a person lives, he has to work hard to survive. How could he be bored?

"You can find something you like to do and try more, and there will always be something you like." The war orphan itself has psychological problems, but Du Qian is working hard to enlighten Baoer.

"Maybe, living one day is counting as one day."

Du Qian didn't know how to describe Baoer, a sixteen-year-old girl, who was in her prime, could not be said to be in full bloom, but she was just a bud. But she had a hint of death, giving people a feeling of death. Muqi was countless times heavier than her father who had lived for more than 160 years.

"How come you think so?"

"You don't understand, you are the same as me, but not very different. If one day you can help me survive, just help me. If it doesn't work, it doesn't matter. Just live for me and live a better life."

Before Du Qian could speak, Baoer continued, "When one day we see you underground, tell me."

Du Qian was silent. Obviously, Baoer had a problem, and she knew her own problem, but could not solve it. This problem was related to her life. Could it be that she had a terminal illness?

"Are you sick? Can the talisman be solved?" Du Qian asked tentatively. With Junshan's ability, he could invite the best doctor, but the hospital would definitely not be able to solve it, so he could only start with the talisman.

"It's useless." Baoer shook her head. At this moment, she seemed much more mature than Du Qian.

Du Qian was stunned for a moment, understood Baoer's meaning, and the same as finding a doctor. Where is Junshan's identity? It doesn't care about things like the Zheng Ling Talisman that make blood and him have headaches. Junshan can get it even more precious than that.

"Do you, Junshan, know?" Baoer said a lot, more than Du Qian, but Du Qian felt that Baoer should not be like this in normal times, and she may rarely talk to others.

Du Qian guessed it right. In the eyes of Junshan and Juntong and other relatives, Baoer had extremely severe autism, and it was the kind that was unsolvable.

In fact, this is not the case. Baoer is far more mature than children of the same age. She knows her problem and no one can help her solve it.

"He knows it's the same."

The turbo hover car drove into Pingchuan City. The city guards guarding the city must have heard of it for a long time. They saw the car coming from a distance, opened the thick city gate, and didn't even ask, and let it go directly.

It's already dark. At this time, the city gates are closed and vehicles are not allowed to pass. If you want to enter the city, wait until dawn the next day.

The turbo truck parked directly outside the Flying Tigers headquarters: "I hope we have a chance to see each other again."

"I believe there will be something." Du Qian said firmly.

When he first met Baoer, Du Qian was in a very good mood. When he saw the spirit fox, Du Qian was frightened and filled with surprises. Agarwood and spiritual wine and gold will all be his help to improve his combat power. But at this moment, Du Qian couldn't be happy.

Baoer's affairs were like a huge rock pressing on his heart, but in fact he didn't know anything. He was so heavy and his chest was blocked.

"I'm leaving." Baoer glanced at Du Qian again. The turbine was quickly leaving Du Qian with two bright taillights, like a pair of eyes looking forward to the light in the dark.
Chapter completed!