Zhou Chen raised his hand, and the storage ring on his index finger glowed faintly, and then a fox-shaped pendant floated on his palm.
"Drop a drop of blood on it and it will be refined. It will automatically protect you when you are in danger."
Xiao Yunmei took it with both hands, removed the hairpin that was holding her hair up, and pricked her index finger.
After the fox pendant absorbed the blood, the fox's eyes lit up for a moment, then dimmed again.
Xiao Yunmei knew very well that the things Zhou Chen gave her were definitely treasures, and were much more powerful than the magic weapons of ancient warriors.
It can truly save your life.
Then Zhou Chen took out a silver ring from his pocket.
When Xiao Yunmei saw the ring, she immediately started to think of something wrong.
What does it mean when my senior gave me a ring?
Could it be a hint to me...
Thinking of this, two clouds suddenly rose on Xiao Yunmei's fair and pretty face.
If my senior expresses his love to me at this time, should I accept it?
Is this too abrupt? Should I be reserved?
But if I refuse, what if the senior gets angry and stops supporting the Yunmei Auction?
For some reason, Xiao Yunmei has been having wild thoughts lately.
I especially thought of Zhou Chen’s domineering and protective words in the warehouse before.
"This is the storage ring I made. If you collect precious cultivation resources or treasures in the future, store them in it so that no one can take them away... Hmm? Are you listening, Boss Xiao!" Zhou Chen's tone became heavier when he saw Xiao Yunmei in a daze.
Xiao Yunmei came back to her senses, her pretty face slightly reddened, and she apologized repeatedly.
"I wonder why senior gave me this ring?" Xiao Yunmei asked tentatively.
Zhou Chen was speechless, thinking that you didn't hear anything he said just now.
So I repeated it again.
"If you collect treasures in the future, please notify me as soon as possible. Forget it, add WeChat and send me pictures and videos of the treasures." Zhou Chen took out his mobile phone.
"Oh!" Xiao Yunmei quickly took out her cell phone and they added each other on WeChat.
Xiao Yunmei’s WeChat avatar is a lazy cartoon fox, and her ID is “Xiao Meimei”.
It doesn't match her identity as the owner of Yunmei Auction Company.
But it's normal, after all, Xiao Yunmei is only about twenty-five or twenty-six years old.
"Like the pendant, the storage ring also requires a drop of blood to recognize the owner. But I will leave my divine mark on it to prevent it from being taken away in the future." Zhou Chen reminded.
The reason why he left his divine mark on the storage ring he gave to Xiao Yunmei.
This is to prevent this storage ring from being taken away by someone in the future and being unable to be used directly, so one must first erase the imprint of one's own divine consciousness.
Zhou Chen's soul is in the foundation-building stage, so the person who can erase the mark of divine consciousness must be a foundation-building cultivator.
Otherwise, even if the storage ring is taken away, it cannot be opened.
"Refining these treasures makes me a little tired, so the matter of improving the manor's formation can be discussed later. Hurry up and collect the treasures." Zhou Chen stood up and instructed.
"Yes, Senior!"
Zhou Chen was about to leave when he suddenly thought of something.
"By the way, if you have any questions about cultivation in the future, you can always call me."
After all, Xiao Yunmei was born into an ordinary family and had no inheritance of immortal cultivation, so she basically crossed the river in the dark, taking one step at a time.
Therefore, it is necessary to give her correct guidance during her cultivation.
"Yes, senior, it's already evening, why don't you take a rest for a night first?" Xiao Yunmei's beautiful eyes were filled with hope.
Zhou Chen shook his head: "It's okay. There is no time limit for cultivating immortals, and there is no distinction between day and night. You should seize the time to cultivate and strive to establish your foundation as soon as possible."
Hearing Zhou Chen's old-fashioned words, Xiao Yunmei felt that Zhou Chen was an old monster who had regressed to youth.
"Thank you for your care, senior."
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Zhou Chen drove his car towards Jingcheng University.
While driving, Zhou Chen was thinking about his future training plan.
After this weapon refining experience, Zhou Chen felt a little tired in recovering his strength.
If the power of the soul and the power of Tai Chi are consumed so much every time after refining weapons or pills, and it is difficult to replenish them, it will only make your cultivation speed slower and slower.
The power of the soul and the power of Tai Chi can indeed recover by themselves, but the speed of self-recovery is too slow, and it is impossible to absorb the energy between heaven and earth to recover directly.
After all, it is the Dharma-Ending Age, and all kinds of energy in the world are exhausted.
But he couldn't harm innocent people, which gave Zhou Chen a headache.
"Bang!"
A gunshot was heard a few kilometers away, and all the birds in the woods were startled and flew away.
The killer from Jiutian White Tiger immediately locked onto Zhou Chen after he left the manor.
This is a modified high-precision sniper rifle, and the bullets are also specially made. One shot can make a big bloody hole in the elephant's head.
The killer was extremely confident in his sniping skills. Even if Zhou Chen was an ancient martial artist, his entire head would be blown off by one shot.
Zhou Chen, who possesses a divine soul, has a keen insight into danger.
The moment the bullet approached, Zhou Chen immediately released his spiritual sense.
I found the locator on the car, but I don’t know when it was installed.
Facing a bullet traveling at over one thousand meters per second, Zhou Chen used the power of his soul to block the bullet.
There's no denying that this bullet packs a powerful punch.
Even though Zhou Chen used the power of his soul to block the bullet from ten meters away, the bullet still moved forward 4 to 5 meters against the power of his soul.
Zhou Chen was not angry but happy when facing the assassination.
I was just worrying about not having a suitable channel to obtain energy for my practice and recovery, and then this energy came to my door.
The killer was not scary in Zhou Chen's eyes. On the contrary, he was regarded as food, food for his own strange insect.
Zhou Chen lowered the car window and released the strange insect team.
"Kill him!"
Zhou Chen determined the approximate area where the killer was located based on the direction from which the bullet came.
The Soul-Eating Queen quickly discovered the killer hiding in the jungle and took the lead in launching a soul stab at the killer.
What disappointed Zhou Chen was that this killer was not a cultivator. Even though his soul and physical fitness were stronger than ordinary people, he could not provide much energy for himself.
However, no matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat, and it can let the soul-eating insects and life-eating insects devour its soul and vitality without any scruples.
Zhou Chen was increasingly looking forward to the assassin coming to kill him. It would be best if he was a Qi Refining cultivator like the flower-stealing cultivator before, or an ancient warrior would be fine too.
Moreover, Zhou Chen would not sit still and wait for death. It would be foolish to passively take a beating.
Through the Soul-Eating Queen's innate skill of memory reading, Zhou Chen quickly gained insight into the killer's family and friends, as well as his colleagues who were also killers.
Although there is an old saying that misfortune should not affect one's family, Zhou Chen learned through memory reading that this killer had done this before, killing the target person by threatening his family.
So Zhou Chen decided to use his own method to retaliate against the enemy.
It is impossible to avenge those who were assassinated by him. Zhou Chen only does it for his own selfish desires.
It is also to find a reason to convince yourself of your evil behavior.
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