Master of Beasts

"Flame Claws!"

The icy voice of shouting suddenly spread across the small roads.

With the sound of the shout, a petite red figure shot out, with flames lingering on its claws, tearing it straight towards a seventh-order wind wolf.

"Wow!"

The wind wolf gave a painful howl, and his eyes flashed fiercely. When he was about to fight back, a fireball containing terrifying energy suddenly exploded from its body, smashing its body in an instant.

After receiving the wind attribute spirit core from Chi Yan, Xiao Yang threw it into the void stone at will.

In the past few days, he didn't go to the back mountains anymore. Instead, like other tribesmen, he took on some simple family tasks and began to go out to practice.

"I didn't expect the **** task to be so troublesome."

smiled bitterly and shook his head. Xiao Yang quickly followed the convoy ahead. In addition to the three slow-moving carriages, there were also dozens of Xiao family members, but the lowest of their strength was also a spiritualist.

"Come out for the first time."

After taking Xiao Yang's solution to Tier 7 Wind Wolf cleanly and neatly, there was a glimmer of surprise in Xiao Yi's eyes. He immediately smiled and said, "This is just the beginning. The road behind is getting harder and harder to walk. All of the spirit beasts may appear in piles."

Wiping off the blood stains on Chi Yan's body, Xiao Yang reluctantly accepted this reality, saying that it was experience. With his strength, it was pure soy sauce. The real main force had to be those spiritual men.

However, despite this, Xiao Yang's benefits during this process are still considerable. After all, the seventh and eighth rank spirit beasts are not easy to find in the back mountains, and this road is everywhere.

In the next half month, Xiao Yang continued to take over family missions, Chi Yan's spiritual power became more and more condensed, and there was a faint tendency to break through to the seventh rank.

"Tomorrow is the day when the Treasure Pavilion opens."

Lying on the bed, the cool moonlight swayed down like a layer of silver gauze. In Xiao Yang's slightly narrowed eyes, there was a faint cold glow: "No matter what your purpose is in the Xiao family, but here, it's not yours. Can be random."

The next morning, Xiaojia Square.

"Haha, I have finally waited until today. I don't know how many times I can go. It is said that the highest level, but there is an attacking spirit."

There was a loud laughter, and Xiao Ling looked up at the towering attic not far away, with a look of expectation in his eyes.

"Even if there is an offensive spirituality, it is not something we can enjoy. Let alone the difficulty of getting it, the spiritual power consumed when using it is enough for us to drink a pot."

Next to , a girl struck mercilessly.

"Attack-type spirituality?"

murmured to himself, Xiao Yang's heart was heated up, attack-type spiritism was the rarest of all spiritism types, and its value was not inferior to a low-level historian-level spirit crystal.

"Unexpectedly, in a simple small family, there is actually an offensive spirituality. It is rare, rare."

At this time, a joking voice came, and Bai Li walked out slowly, with a sense of superiority on his face.

Although attacking spirits are rare, they are not a scarce item in their Bai family.

Seeing this person, all the younger generations of the Xiao family frowned, with undisguised disgust on their faces.

"It's like you have it." Xiao Qing looked at Bai Li angrily. Whoever is so despised will feel indignant in her heart.

"I don't have one, but I will have it soon." Bai Li smiled and looked at Xiao Yang provocatively: "Remember what I said half a month ago. If you lose, you will be in the four big families in the city. At the junction of the two, shout that Xiao Lie is a running dog of the Bai family, how about?"

Hearing the words, Xiao Yang shook his palm, and a hideous color gradually emerged from his calm face.

"Bai Li, you are looking for death!"

"Speaking harshly is just the behavior of the weak."

In the distance, Baishan, with his hands on his back, smiled and walked over: "With your strength, you are not qualified to threaten Bai Li."

"Elder Bai, you talk a lot."

The door of the Treasure Pavilion opened with a creak, and Xiao Lie's figure appeared in front of everyone.

Looking at the figure that suddenly appeared, Baishan's old eyes narrowed slightly.

"Are you sure?" Xiao Lie looked at Xiao Yang with a calm gaze.

"At least 80%." Xiao Yang grinned.

"Pretend to be." Bai Li sneered. He was 100% sure that he would abolish the former.

Upon seeing this, Bai Shan Yinsi laughed: "It seems that this time, the Xiao family is going to lose some face, Bai Li, do it lightly, don't make the Xiao Patriarch's face too ugly."

"I will." Bai Li stared at Xiao Yang with a squinted smile, his eyes were clearly impatient.

glanced at Baishan indifferently, Xiao Lie flicked his sleeves, dozens of red lights fell into the hands of everyone, and turned into simple red tokens.

"This token can protect you from attacks by the organs in the Treasure Pavilion."

After explaining the role of tokens, Xiao Lie went on to talk about the rules in the Treasure Pavilion: "The Treasure Pavilion is divided into nine layers, and each layer has different limits. The higher the level of spiritual power, the more likely it is to break through the limit. The bigger and the higher, the higher the rarity of the item."

"Now, let's enter."

Xiao Lie's voice fell, and the figure below suddenly became agitated, and immediately rushed towards the treasure chest.

As soon as he stepped into the Treasure Treasure Pavilion, there were nearly forty different staircases, and Xiao Yang's eyes were greeted. After thinking about it, the soles of his feet fell to the bottom of one of them.

"The more you go up, the greater the chance of encountering it. I didn't expect a small family with such a handicraft, less nonsense, I am waiting for you on the top, I hope you won't even have the strength to reach the top~www .~ Bai Li laughed and swept up quickly, a faint lightning factor filled the air.

Withdrawing his indifferent gaze, Xiao Yang raised his leg and walked up, a very weak pressure suddenly enveloped him.

"This is for first-order spiritualists, but unfortunately, it's useless to me."

Without using any spiritual power, Xiao Yang walked up the leisurely courtyard. The first seven flights of stairs did not cause him the slightest obstacle.

At this time, many people of the tribe stopped and picked suitable items. When some people failed to attack the eighth floor, they had to stop on the seventh floor with a wry smile.

"Has no one hit the eighth floor?"

Pulled past Xiao Qing, who was holding a grass-based elixir, Xiao Yang asked with some confusion.

"It seems that only Xiao Leng and Xiao Feng have reached the eighth floor." Xiao Qing's small face was delighted, and she could see that this elixir had a great effect on her green vines.

"I know."

Xiao Yang nodded in tears, it seems that the Xiao family is a bit faulty this time.

However, he did not expect that the culprit in this matter was entirely him. Those pills, all of the spirit disciples of rank 9 were sent directly to spirit men, and those of rank 8 were all waiting for rank 9 to use the pills. The medicine broke through to the spiritualist in one fell swoop.

"Which do you choose?" Xiao Qingming blinked slightly. In her opinion, Xiao Yang reached the limit with the strength of a sixth-order spiritualist.

"Go up and have a look."

In the trembling eyes of the Yigan tribe, the red flames of Xiao Yang's feet rose, and then rushed to the eighth floor with the sound of breaking wind.

"I...I read it right, right."

glanced at each other, they all found the shock in each other's eyes, is this still a Tier 6 spiritualist!

Even the eighth-order spiritualists are not so powerful!