I have a room in Huangquan

Facing Ding Xiaoyi's compliments.

Even though the old man knew in his heart that this was a sugar-coated cannonball, he still inadvertently showed a helpful expression on his face.

Ding Xiaoyi looked at his words and saw the smile on the old man's mouth, so he knew that this matter was not difficult for him.

Because the other party has inadvertently fallen into his own language trap.

Flattering is actually a science.

Regardless of whether you are a human or a ghost, a high hat not only gives you vanity, but also a personality.

If you accept this persona, you will naturally put on the appearance of this persona.

Even if it's a disguise, no one will easily discard this persona.

For beautiful things, it is easy for you to pick them up, but it is still difficult to throw them away.

"It's rare that you are so studious"

When the old man said this, he was silent for a moment, and he took out a bronze mirror from nowhere and threw it to Ding Xiaoyi.

"The water in the Yellow Spring is too deep, and I may not have seen some things before. This is a ghost mirror. If you look at ghosts and ghosts, you will naturally be able to distinguish them. If they are fierce weapons, they will give you a warning. Explain that this thing is extraordinary, you can't handle it yourself, you can leave it to me to distinguish, I come here once every seven days."

Ding Xiaoyi took the mirror with a bright smile on his face.

This mirror is a good thing for him.

At least for me, it's very useful, compared to a bronze sword that I can't even use, it's nothing.

After putting away the mirror, he said embarrassingly: "Master, you may have to come in and get this sword by yourself. I took it just now and was almost hacked to death."

"Hmph, if you took it, you would have been hacked to death by now."

The old man sneered, unceremoniously exposed Ding Xiaoyi's lies, and with a flick of his finger, the bronze sword on the ground seemed to be stimulated by something, and made a piercing buzzing sound.

Ding Xiaoyi's expression changed slightly, and he continued to back away. This sword, which was already covered with copper rust, gave him a great sense of crisis at this moment.

Even more frightening and depressing than that weird-faced girl in the underworld.

It's murderous! A murderous spirit.

It seems that the sharp edge is in the throat, and one step forward will fall into the bottomless abyss.

With this sharp and compelling feeling, even the meatball on the side rolled and ran back quickly.

It was hard to imagine that such an unstoppable murderous aura actually came from a rotten bronze sword.

This feeling didn't gradually disappear until five steps away.

Goo-dong!

Swallowing down his throat with a mouthful of spit, Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help touching his own throat, feeling like there was still something on his neck.

At this time, the bronze sword on the ground shot up through the air with a "swoosh!", but finally landed firmly in the palm of the old man.

Look at the bronze sword in his hand.

The wrinkles on the old man's cheeks deepened a little, and he sighed solemnly: "Under this hell, I don't know how many heroes have been buried, and how many grievances in my heart can be calmed."

As he spoke, he gently wiped off the copper rust on the sword body with his fingertips.

"buzz"

The copper rust receded, and a little fluorescent light fell along the edge of the sword like a shooting star.

Then, a silvery cold light was left on the blade of the sword.

It looks like fat under the moon, showing its sharpness.

On the body of the sword, there are two very mysterious ancient characters engraved, but Ding Xiaoyi can't recognize it.

I just vaguely feel that the first word is like a word for "fish".

The old man put the bronze sword into the bamboo basket behind his back, and waved his hand as a farewell to Ding Xiaoyi.

The figure disappeared into the bushes, and in the distance, Ding Xiaoyi could still hear the old man's loud and powerful singing

"The rolling waters of the Yangtze River flow eastward, and the waves scour the heroes. How many heroes are there in the underworld, who still dare to be ghost heroes after death!"

The singing is very loud and vicissitudes, majestic.

It's different from those greasy singers in the league now, why are you so beautiful?What is big and round?It's disgusting to hear.

When he was fascinated, the old man had long since disappeared.

As the voice gradually faded away, Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help thinking about the lyrics just now, and looked back at the boundless yellow spring in front of him.

"Dare to be called ghost hero after death!"

Reminiscing about the old man's lyrics just now, he could not stop murmuring.

What kind of hero dares to have such arrogance.

Ding Xiaoyi would not be able to sigh like this with only one lyrics.

But when he witnessed, even felt, the murderous aura gushing out from the bronze sword.

It was simply unstoppable and unstoppable.

This made him believe that the hero in the song is by no means a fiction, but a real existence.

Just like what kind of person is the owner of that sword,

Just his sword is already so unstoppable, if he himself

Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help feeling a little hot in his heart.

"It must have been the first-class top figure at that time!"

After sighing a lot, Ding Xiaoyi silently took out the bronze mirror that the old man left for him.

I don't know the age of this bronze mirror.

But it can be seen that the preservation is very good, and the mirror surface is bright and flawless.

On the back of the mirror is the head of an unknown monster.

At first glance it looks like a dog's head.

Grinning his teeth, his eyes are like copper bells.

There is a pair of exaggerated big ears on the head.

Naturally, this bronze mirror cannot be compared with that bronze sword. You can guess how powerful that bronze sword is with your toes.

If I had this sword, why would I be afraid of encountering a psionic creature? It is estimated that with one sword pass, let alone an evil spirit, even a psionic creature at the level of a catastrophe can be cut in half.

But the question is before that, will he be turned into meat sauce by the bronze sword first.

After all, it is something that cannot be controlled, no matter how easy it is to hold it, it is a hot potato.

In comparison, it is still more practical to look at the ghost mirror this way, and it is more helpful to me.

Ding Xiaoyi still clearly distinguishes the stakes of who is light and who is more important.

Glancing sideways, he saw the meat ball curled up in a ball beside him.

This thing is still condensed into a ball, not daring to move. It seems that the old man is indeed very powerful.

But how strong is it, and can it resist its own authority?

He didn't know these things himself, but he felt keenly that the old man seemed unwilling to enter the yard.

"Forget it, as long as there is no malice."

He is not a person who likes to dig into the horns of the dead. If he can't figure out something, let him put it down and wait until he has inspiration, and he will figure it out naturally.

Pick up the mirror and look at the meat ball.

A ray of blue light burst out from the bronze mirror. Under the cover of the blue light, the eyes of the animal head on the back of the bronze glowed red, and the mouth full of fangs opened. A strange voice seemed to come from the depths of my mind. : "Iron mayfly, good at imitating, fond of sweets, body like iron, moving like rigid, good at guarding, not good at killing, strong curiosity, photographic memory, has the ability to swallow and store things."

Chapter 18: Gu Lingshan (more than a thousand collections)

Iron Mayfly!

It turns out that the meat ball is called Iron Mayfly, which suits it well.

Ding Xiaoyi found that this bronze mirror is really easy to use.

It's even better than I expected.

Like to eat sweet?

This is not easy to handle, when I go back later, buy him a hundred catties of candy, as long as the meat ball is not afraid of eating diabetes, I can eat enough of it.

At the same time, Ding Xiaoyi noticed that this guy also has the ability to swallow and store things.

This is a good ability.

For a while, Ding Xiaoyi fell in love with the meatball in front of him even more.

Thinking of this, Ding Xiaoyi pointed the mirror at the big-headed monster who was carefully popping his head off the roof.

"Big-headed man, born in a dark and secluded place, transformed by the resentment of the bones, addicted to eating, timid and suspicious, good at illusion, bullying and fearing the hard, he will be honest if he has nothing to beat twice."

After learning about the origin of the big-headed monster from the bronze mirror, Ding Xiaoyi suddenly had a deeper understanding of the big-headed monster.

But I dare not agree with Zhao Youjing's words.

Because not long ago, such a timid and suspicious guy took a huge risk to pull himself out of Huangquan.

"It seems that what you said can't be taken seriously."

The information that the bronze mirror gives itself is limited to those fixed impressions.

Just like the description of certain engines in textbooks, they are just fixed data. When it really works, it still depends on the driver.

Ding Xiaoyi remembered that he saw a Wuling Hongguang in his textbook. The data was very average, but the textbook said that this car was called a magic car before the earth shook.

There is a poem left in the book: "There are few pedestrians on Qiuming Mountain, and there are often riders who are higher and lower. The lane is still there today, and the old driver of the past is nowhere to be seen."

It is conceivable that at that time, a person who could claim to be an old driver would have such powerful driving skills, and it would definitely attract the amazement and admiration of many people.

It is precisely because of this poem that the league's top suspension car rally is now named the Qiu Mingshan Race.

After confirming the origin of the big head monster.

Ding Xiaoyi immediately shined the bronze mirror in his hand on the coral tree beside him.

This coral tree is so eye-catching.

Say it is an ordinary coral, but it doesn't look like it, or say it is some kind of rare treasure, but I don't know what it is.

The most important thing is that I need to know what kind of function this coral tree has.

At this time, you only need to use the bronze mirror in your hand to look at it, and you can naturally tell the origin of this coral tree.

"Youmu Lingshan, born under the nine hundred feet of Huangquan, is pregnant with tumors, which can absorb the remnants of ghosts and ghosts, dissipate their souls, and retain their energy. People and ghosts can gain their energy when they eat them, so it is also called Gu Lingshan. , has always been guarded by mysterious ominous gods and ghosts, picking them is risky, so don’t risk your life if you have nothing to do.”

"Gu Lingshan! Youmother Lingshan!"

These two titles are very different, Ding Xiaoyi repeatedly pondered the meaning of the bronze mirror just now.

It seems to be a bulbous tumor on the coral, which can swallow the remnant souls of some demons and ghosts. Whoever eats them will gain the abilities of those demons and ghosts.

"Hey!! There are such good things, I don't know if those psionic creatures in reality are useful."

After Ding Xiaoyi figured out the meaning of Tong Jing's words, his heart suddenly became hot.

If this is the case, this coral is invaluable to me.

Whether it is the Burning Nether Orb or other treasures, they are foreign objects after all, and I may encounter some spiritual creatures in reality at any time.

Not every time, I can rely on these treasures to save myself from danger.

But if he has the ability to cooperate with the treasure he salvaged in the underworld, wouldn't he have the power to protect himself.When encountering some psionic creatures, I don't need to passively defend, but can take the initiative to attack!

This idea came to mind, Ding Xiaoyi became more and more excited when he thought about it, walked to the Gu Lingshan, and carefully counted the number of tumor balls again.

No more, no less, exactly seven.

In other words, with the seven tumor balls above, I can obtain the abilities of seven spiritual creatures!

Of course, the premise is that he must first have a way to catch those spiritual creatures.

When I think of the pair of red high heels I met that night, now that I think about it, I feel goosebumps all over my body, and I feel indescribably oozing panic.