"Who?"
Suddenly, there were other noises outside the warehouse. Someone from the auction house had noticed them.
Jing Xia and Feng Zhuo looked at each other, then they moved around and went behind the owner of the voice.
Soon, the ground was filled with unconscious people.
Feng Zhuo squatted on the side, playing with the opponent's weapon in his hand. With a light pinch of two fingers, a light blade broke.
"That's it? What should we do with these guys?" Xiaoniao said disdainfully.
Bai Jue transformed into a human form and stood silently behind the two young men. His figure was similar to Di Xiu, except that he had white hair, red eyes, and flame-like lines on his face.
Jing Xia also squatted down and touched his chin: "It's a pity that I don't even have space for living things. Do you have any?"
Feng Zhuo shook his head.
Even his own space cannot hold living creatures.
At this time, Bai Jue, who was standing behind them, spoke.
"I have……"
His thin lips were slightly pursed, and his handsome face was filled with a strange expression. Bai Jue raised his bony hand and gently flipped it over, and a delicate little bag appeared in his palm.
"This is?"
Feng Zhuo scratched the back of his head. He felt that the person looked a little familiar.
"This is the spirit beast bag that Xiao Zhuo used to practice when he was learning to refine weapons from me."
Bai Jue paused and continued, "There are many more."
Each bag contained about 30 to 40 cubic meters of space. After refining these bags, Feng Zhuo was not satisfied with any of them. He originally wanted to throw some away, but he collected them. Now he has at least a hundred such practice spirit beast bags in his space.
"Spirit beast bag?"
Jing Xia picked up the bag and showed the same expression as Bai Jue on his face.
It can indeed hold living things... Never mind, just call it a spirit beast bag.
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