Chapter 49: The Flame Sparrow (Please read! Please read!)
Mo Yanqiu's eyes widened instantly, and her gaze was fixed on the crack.

Zhou Qingshan also showed surprise on his face. There really was life inside.

"Crack, click, click."

The gap gradually widened, as if something was struggling inside, trying to break free. More cracks began to appear on the surface of the cobblestone.
With the last "crack", the round stone cracked completely, and sparks flew out. Under the eager gaze of Zhou Qingshan and Mo Yanqiu, a small, glowing life form, emitting a soft light, slowly opened its eyes.

"Chirp!"

With a crisp chirp, the light gradually dissipated, revealing the outline of a small bird with bright red feathers dotted with tiny golden spots.

On top of his head, a tuft of golden hair swayed gently in the wind.

It has a small and exquisite body, with two eyes on each side of its head, and each pair of eyes is like a crystal clear ruby.

The appearance of this little guy, except for the tuft of golden hair on its forehead, is almost a miniature version of the hundred-foot giant bird.

It looked at the two big guys in front of it curiously with its bright eyes.

Then, the silly-haired little firebird lowered its head and swallowed up the pieces of pebble in Zhou Qingshan's hand one by one.

After eating, it sat down comfortably, stretched out its wings and rubbed its round belly, opened its mouth and burped contentedly, with tiny flames coming out of its beak.

"It's so spiritual? Could it really be a spiritual weapon?! But, it's too small?"

Seeing this, Mo Yanqiu couldn't help it, so he reached out and gently poked the silly little flame bird's belly.

There was a mischievous gleam in the little firebird's eyes. It twisted its body gently, dodging Mo Yanqiu's fingers, then suddenly spread its wings, flapped twice, and trotted quickly to her hand, and pecked it affectionately with its little beak.

Zhou Qingshan paused, then said, "Yanqiu, you will know if you try it."

Hearing this, Mo Yanqiu teased the little flame bird and asked in a low voice: "Little guy, can you transform into a spirit soldier!"

"Chirp! Chirp!"

Hearing this, the silly-haired little flame bird nodded.

He turned over and took a step forward, like a proud rooster.

Flap your wings quickly!

A fiery energy began to brew in the body of the little flame bird, and the air around it seemed to be ignited, gradually forming a vortex of flames. The flames in the vortex danced with the energy fluctuations of the little flame bird, like a dance of flames.

As energy continued to gather, the little firebird's shape began to change.

The body becomes the spear body, the beak becomes the spear tip, and the wings become the tassels.

In a flash, the little flame bird turned into a small and exquisite... toothpick, lying quietly in Mo Yanqiu's hand.

When the flames dissipated, Zhou Qingshan and Mo Yanqiu took a closer look and looked at each other in surprise. Isn't this too small?
Mo Yanqiu picked up the "small toothpick" that the little flame bird had transformed into, placed it in front of his eyes, stared at it carefully with his eyes wide open, and saw clearly that it was an extremely delicate miniature spear.

The spear was red in color, with a magma-like sheen on its surface, and it seemed to be filled with raging flames, ready to erupt at any moment. The spear tip was shaped like a blooming crystal lotus, and the red tassel was light and elegant, like a cloud.

"What a spiritual soldier!!"

Mo Yanqiu held the spear and swung it gently. The tip of the spear danced lightly with her swing, like a blooming lotus, drawing a hot flame track in the air. The flame turned into a rainbow light and landed accurately on the open space not far from the two of them. With a crisp "crackling" sound, a fist-sized hole suddenly exploded on the ground, and a thin black smoke rose from it.

Mo Yanqiu's eyes fell on the pit under his feet and he frowned slightly:
"It's just that the power of this weapon is too weak..."

The first level of martial arts is a mortal body. Even if the internal strength is strong, it can only hurt the enemy within three feet. If it is farther away, the power will be greatly reduced, and hitting people is like massaging.

It can be transformed into a very solid weapon, and can move a hundred steps at a time. If it is weak, it can cut through metal and iron and be indestructible. If it is strong, it can destroy cities and mountains and stir up the wind and clouds.

And 70% of the power that spiritual weapons can exert depends on the mental strength of the person who wields the weapons!

"Yan Qiu, are you now the commander of the army?"

Zhou Qingshan turned his head to look at the pit. Although the power of the weapon was different from what he had imagined, the elemental attack of fire was like a magic, and it was undoubtedly an extraordinary force.

Mo Yanqiu shook his head and said:

"A military commander is a warrior recognized by the 'spiritual soldier'. Although I have a spiritual soldier, I have no way to stimulate the power of the 'mind', so I am not a true military commander. Besides, the spiritual soldier transformed by this little guy seems to be a bit too weak."

The spiritual weapon transformed by the little fire bird is a hundred times smaller than a normal spiritual weapon.

Zhou Qingshan pondered for a long time and said, "Since it came from that big guy, it may not be impossible for it to grow to that level in the future."

"Growth?" Mo Yanqiu recalled the figure in the sea of ​​fire, his eyes lit up:
"The origin of this little fellow is unknown, but spiritual weapons cannot give birth to spiritual weapons on their own. It is very likely that it is the spiritual weapon itself... but for some unknown reason, it has exhausted its essence and has become so weak."

"Reborn from the ashes?" When Zhou Qingshan heard this, his heart moved and he thought of a possibility.

"Yes, as long as we can find a way to repair this spiritual weapon, we can restore its previous power."

Mo Yanqiu nodded and gave him a questioning look:

"Spiritual soldiers have a lifespan of 500 years, but they will also break and fall in battles. Maybe the big guy has already fallen... I just don't know why this last bit of spirituality is in the young master."

The young man has awakened such a strange skill and is protected by this extraordinary spiritual soldier. There must be a big secret behind this.

Does the world in the dream really exist?

This question made Zhou Qingshan frown, and he looked up at Mo Yanqiu. He recalled the people and things he had come into contact with in the past, first excluding himself, and then excluding the others one by one. In the territory, only Doctor Mo had a rather mysterious origin, with strange silver hair and extraordinary conversation.

Being able to possess such terrifying power... and obviously keeping it as a backup to protect himself.

What kind of big deal is this? Am I so valuable that I deserve to be valued by such a person?
Before he awakened to the world of Yunding chessboard, he was just the second son of the lord of the rural spiritual realm, and was plagued by illness. Even if he sold every piece of his body, it would not be worth a single hair of the spiritual weapon.

Apart from having a good relationship with Mo Yanqiu, there is nothing worth plotting against him.

Thinking of this, Zhou Qingshan's brows relaxed and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhou Qingshan met Mo Yanqiu's gaze and spread his hands: "I don't know the reason, but it's not from the Cloud Top chessboard world."

After saying that, Zhou Qingshan stared at the mini spear in her hand, which could produce a rainbow of flames at will, and he looked eager to try:

"Yanqiu, let me play with this spiritual weapon."

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