Therefore, compared to the talismans that one can refine, these less common things are naturally more important.
When they were completely away from the explosion site and could no longer see the thick smoke and energy waves there, Shen Qingyi's eyes fell on the claw that was clinging to the spaceship tightly.
Just when the heavy sword landed on the arm of the bloodthirsty clan member, Shen Qingyi discovered that the bloodthirsty clan member was much stronger than other Meteorite Flame monks.
At this moment, the place where the heavy sword collided with it has been dented. You must know that although this heavy sword looks rough, it was made by the Tianxu Sect's Sword Pavilion, and the material is not comparable to that of ordinary heavy swords.
The golden claws were too eye-catching. Shen Qing put on gloves and tried several times, using all his strength to pull off the claw that was tightly grasping the spacecraft.
Looking at the small holes on the flying spirit ship, Shen Qingyi could imagine how much damage would be done if the claws landed on a cultivator.
After packing up the golden claw and putting it into the space, Shen Qingyi turned to look at Si Qing.
Seeing Shen Qingyi looking at him, Si Qing suddenly became nervous and swallowed unconsciously.
"Dao... Fellow Daoist... I... I really have no ill intentions... I... Although I am from the Meteorite Flame Realm, but... but... I am also a human..."
Having said that, Si Qing thought of his own scarlet eyes and couldn't help but lower his eyes slightly.
He couldn't help but look a little lonely.
If possible, he wouldn't want to have such a pair of eyes, and neither would his tribe members...
"These eyes of mine...whether you believe it or not, I am human...I just want to...find other humans...I just want..."
If I want to see humans and my own kind, won’t I be rejected?
Will the tribesmen be accepted and survive?
Si Qing sniffed hard, feeling a little discouraged.
There was a moment of silence on the spaceship.
Shen Qingyi only believed six points of Si Qing's words.
Because she felt the breath of humanity and the breath of Confucianism on him.
And the aura of this man, Ah Qing said, was very clean, except for his eyes.
Although the resentment and death in his eyes were very strong, they seemed to be sealed by his owner.
Ah Qing and Tian Yuan even felt extremely strong wood spiritual power from this person.
Tianyuan guessed that if this person did not have excellent wood spiritual roots, he must have some wood-attributed treasure.
The remaining four points come from the fact that this person belongs to the Meteorite Flame Realm.
The cultivators of the Meteorite Flame Realm are on the opposite side of them.
Whether out of the enemy's caution or out of responsibility to his own side, Shen Qingyi could not completely trust Si Qing.
I just saw a cultivator from the Meteorite Flame Realm who was a little bit different, and he seemed to be a Confucian cultivator.
This was the first living Confucian cultivator Shen Qing had seen since he arrived in the world of immortal cultivation, so he did not kill Si Qing immediately, but tied him to the spaceship.
I just thought of what Master Xu said when I came here.
In the Pankong Breaking Realm space, when the energy is stable, the scene here can be observed by those in the hall.
When Xu Yanchang said this, he was also asking them to be more careful in their actions.
If there is a better way to solve the problem, then use the better way. This also allows her to take the risk of leaving behind the evidence when energy is rioting and space is dislocated.
Now, the energy is stable and there is no fluctuation in space. Shen Qingyi doesn't want to say anything to Si Qing.
He looked Si Qing up and down.
Si Qing felt Shen Qingyi's gaze and immediately shrank into the corner.
"Dao... Daoist friend... I... I am... skinny and frail... I don't have even two pounds of flesh... and yet... my skin is rough and my flesh is thick! It doesn't taste good! It really doesn't taste good!"
Si Qing's eyes were gradually covered by mist.
The elders of the clan often said that the monks from the outside world used them as food.
As Shen Qing stepped forward, he pulled off the bag from Si Qing's waist under Si Qing's frightened gaze.
Si Qing was startled, and when he saw what Shen Qingyi had torn off, he became anxious.
“Fellow Daoist! Fellow Daoist! Don’t… please don’t take my… my storage bag.”
Although the storage bag was not originally his, and he picked it up with great difficulty after entering here, there were things in it that were very important to him.
Seeing Si Qing, who was lying on the boat in a mess and was trying to struggle to stand up, and an aura belonging to the cultivators of the Meteorite Flame Realm emanated from his body, Shen Qing's eyes suddenly turned cold.
He suddenly kicked Si Qing.
"Bang!"
Si Qing was kicked back onto the deck again, and his pale face suddenly became even paler.
Shen Qingyi ignored Si Qing's fierce struggle again, because she saw that this storage bag was made by the Pankong Realm Refining Pavilion.
This monk didn't steal it from others, he just picked it up.
“Tear!”
The storage bag was torn open by Shen Qing. Si Qing was not a cultivator from the Pankong Realm, so he didn't know how the storage bag could recognize its owner. He could only throw things in, but never took them out.
But Si Qing didn't care. If he threw it in, there would always be a way to get it out with so many people in the tribe.
When Si Qing saw Shen Qingyi easily tear open the storage bag, his face turned completely pale, and he could no longer hold back the tears in his eyes, which fell drop by drop.
When Shen Qing saw the "treasures" in the storage bag, he was stunned.
A small storage bag filled with some "junk metal".
Even discarded pills, torn robes, and even food with mixed spiritual power...
Half a storage bag was piled up in a mess.
Shen Qingyi didn't know what the use of this cultivator collecting these things was, but when he heard the whimpering sound in his ears, he frowned and looked at Si Qing.
"Why are you crying?"
Hearing Shen Qingyi's voice, Si Qing cried even harder.
Shen Qingyi checked the contents, but there was no useful information.
He stepped forward again, bound Si Qing with his spiritual power, and searched his body, but found no information about the Meteorite Flame Realm or Confucian cultivators.
He frowned and put Si Qing down.
Shen Qingyi moved away from the person who was crying even louder.
Si Qing huddled in the corner of the boat, his clothes disheveled, crying miserably.
Shen Qingyi was really annoyed by the noise and immediately gave him a glare.
"If you cry again, I'll cut off your tongue!"
When Si Qing heard Shen Qingyi's cold voice, he stopped abruptly, but he was too anxious and burst into tears.
She sobbed and dared not cry out loud anymore.
"Meteorite Monk, I can spare you for now, but I need to see your worth... And, if you satisfy me, I can return your storage bag to you. How do you do that?"
At first glance, that storage bag was the most common small storage bag in the world of immortal cultivation. Some Qi-cultivating cultivators with good family backgrounds could have one. Moreover, the messy things in it did not look like something that this cultivator had obtained by killing and robbing.
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