Jun Feijue nodded and said, "Its weakness is on its back. The hardness of its wings is comparable to that of a high-grade magic weapon. When attacked from the front, it will use its wings to wrap around its body for defense."
As far as Jun Feijue knows, the weapons used by cultivators are divided into magical artifacts and spiritual artifacts, each with three grades: upper, middle, and lower.
Low-grade and mid-grade magic weapons are relatively easy to obtain, but high-grade magic weapons are extremely rare, requiring at least a second-grade or higher weapon refiner to craft them.
As for magical artifacts, they are priceless and unavailable. Once they appear, they are bound to cause a sensation and bloody battles.
Because spiritual artifacts are different from magical artifacts, they can recognize their owners with blood. Generally, once a spiritual artifact recognizes its owner, unless its cultivation level is much higher than the original owner's, the recognition mark cannot be refined.
Such a person would naturally not care about this small magical artifact, so the magical artifact can not only increase attack power, but also make one safer.
"So that's how it is. No wonder it was fine when I hit it with the small cauldron, it was just stunned for a moment, but the one that hit its back against the tree trunk just now vomited blood."
Upon hearing this, Ji Fanya nodded in realization, then said with difficulty, "But even if we know their weaknesses, their defenses are so strong and they are extremely fast, we still can't hurt them."
"But I'm still here."
The little fox stretched out its chubby paw and licked it, a hint of bloodlust flashing in its narrow, alluring eyes. "They're too fast, it's a bit troublesome for me to chase them from the air. You can use the cauldron to knock them unconscious, and I'll take the opportunity to attack their backs with the Purple Bamboo Knife. That should do it."
"Yes, little fox, you're so clever!"
Upon hearing this, Ji Fanya's eyes lit up, and he immediately praised her. Then he asked in confusion, "Little fox, you've been unconscious the whole time, how did you know we had Purple Bamboo?"
"I was unconscious, but I just couldn't open my eyes. I was still conscious, and sometimes I could hear what you were saying."
The little fox casually remarked, then suddenly turned stern and said, "Also, this grandma has a name, Chunhu Siqiong. You little brat, remember to call me Sister Qiong from now on, or I'll eat you up, understand?"
After saying that, it stretched its two little paws in front of its face, revealing a mouthful of tiny milk teeth, and let out a fierce howl.
Although she didn't know the reason, Chunhu Siqiong could clearly see the fear in Ji Fanya's eyes, so she shamelessly used this to scare him.
"Oh, Qiong... Sister Qiong."
In truth, Ji Fanya felt that Chunhu Siqiong's actions at this moment were not intimidating at all, but rather cute and adorable, and he really wanted to reach out and touch her, and stroke her fur.
But in the end, out of fear of the spirit beast, he chose to give up and weakly called out "sister".
"That's more like it."
Now, Chunhu Siqiong was finally satisfied. She straightened her little body, put one paw on her hip, and stretched out the other, giving the order, "Little brat, attack!"
Ji Fanya: "..."
He's seven years old, practically an adult, can you please stop calling him a little kid?
Despite his inner resistance, the thought of Di Moyu, who was still unconscious in the tent, made his eyes narrow, and he brandished the small cauldron with murderous intent, swatting at a low-flying bird.
The eldest brother needs nutritional supplements, so I can only apologize to these birds; besides, they came to me of their own accord.
"Clang..."
After a loud clang, the bird was knocked so hard that it spun around in place.
Upon seeing this, Chunhu Siqiong immediately leaped up with the Zilinzhu short sword in her arms and stabbed it fiercely into Yu Niao's back.
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