Chapter 50: Divine Use (Please read! Please read!)
Hearing this, Mo Yanqiu handed the mini spear to the boy.

Zhou Qingshan picked it up, silently chanted the incantation of Balala the Fairies in his mind, and then excitedly waved it gently in front of the sea of ​​clouds... The strange thing was that no flame or rainbow light came out of it.

"what?"

Zhou Qingshan was stunned.

Then, he swung it vigorously twice, and the air was silent. After a while, Zhou Qingshan looked at the mini spear in his hand awkwardly.

No way? You are useless in my hands?
"what happened?"

Mo Yanqiu also found it strange, so he stepped forward, took the mini spear, and waved it gently. Instantly, several rays of flaming rainbows were emitted and flew towards the distant sea of ​​clouds.

Bang!
A rainbow of flames exploded in the clouds less than a hundred meters away, sparks bloomed, and formed a gorgeous rain of sparks, a bit like small fireworks.

"It seems that only Yan Qiu can use this spiritual weapon." Zhou Qingshan sighed when he saw this scene.

Okay, no need to guess, this spiritual weapon must be from Mo Yanqiu's family. He doesn't feel any blood connection with this spiritual weapon.

Mo Yanqiu looked at the mini spear strangely and was about to continue swinging it.

"Whoosh whoosh."

Suddenly, the surface of the mini spear flickered, and with a slight sound, it instantly turned into the appearance of a silly little firebird. It lay on its belly in the palm of Mo Yanqiu's hand, with its mouth open, gasping for breath.

He looks very tired.

After taking a short breath, the dumb-haired little firebird seemed to have recovered some strength. It jumped up, its eyes rolling around, looking at Mo Yanqiu and Zhou Qingshan.

The little firebird opened its mouth, pointed at its mouth with one of its small wings, and made a "chirp chirp" sound.

"Are you hungry?" Mo Yanqiu immediately understood the actions of the dumb little flame bird, and she asked softly.

The silly-haired little flame bird nodded vigorously.

"What do you usually eat?" Mo Yanqiu asked curiously, looking around for something to feed the little flame bird. Her eyes finally fell on a water tank not far away, so she walked over and gently grabbed a small fish from the water tank.

Spiritual soldiers have different preferences.

The habits are all kinds of strange, and some spirit soldiers even like to "eat words". The more impressive and fresh the words are, the more "Mr. Fox" likes them.

If they swallowed it, they would be extremely satisfied and in a good mood, and would give some rewards to the students who offered the words, including precious pills and spirit seeds.

The 'Lord Qi' in the Martial Arts Hall likes to eat dried fish very much. If you offer him dried fish, although you will not get any reward, he will let you touch it a few times to satisfy your craving for spiritual weapons.

"Is this okay?" Mo Yanqiu handed the small fish to the aho-haired little firebird and observed its reaction.

"Chichichichi!!!"

The silly-haired little firebird had a look of disgust on its face, and the tuft of golden silly hair on its little head was shaking wildly.

Obviously, this little fish is not to its taste.

"Where's the shrimp?"

Mo Yanqiu took out another small shrimp from the water tank. Considering the size of this little guy, it could only eat these.

The little Flame Bird still shook his head.

Mo Yanqiu took it and walked towards the meat piled on the ground, including the fine iron next to it, and inquired about them one by one.

The little firebird shook its head. There was only half a bag of rice. It tried to take a bite, then spit it all out with a look of disgust on its face.

"Then what do you want to eat?" Mo Yanqiu looked around and tried everything he could.

"Chirp!"

The little flame bird took a few deep breaths through the two holes in its beak, smelled the delicious aroma, and its eyes lit up instantly. Then it stretched out its wings, pointed at the back of Zhou Qingshan's recliner, and shouted excitedly. "You want to eat spiritual seeds?!"

Mo Yanqiu looked up and saw that it was the red jade fruit tree.

There were nineteen red jade fruits. The young man activated his special ability and ate one, and ate two himself, leaving sixteen.

The little flame bird actually feeds on spirit seeds? ! !
If it was fine iron, herbs or something like that, they could still afford it if they gritted their teeth.

But the spiritual seeds themselves don’t have enough to eat, so who can afford to raise them?
Mo Yanqiu came over with the silly-haired little flame bird and said calmly:

"Young Master, spiritual soldiers cannot die of starvation. They can absorb the scattered spiritual energy, but it's slow. Why don't you just forget it?"

When it heard that it was going to be treated harshly, it immediately showed a strong reaction. The tuft of golden hair on its head seemed to sense the injustice and suddenly stood up. Its small body stood with its hands on its hips, and it made a series of quick and dissatisfied "chirp" protest sounds.

It was very emotional, sometimes looking at Mo Yanqiu, sometimes turning to Zhou Qingshan, as if expressing its dissatisfaction angrily.

I am a hero!! I have done great things!! You can’t treat me like this!!

Zhou Qingshan didn't understand what the little guy was saying, but looking at its anxious look, he made up a sentence for it in his mind.

He thought about it and decided that he couldn't treat this hero unfairly. He pointed to a box that was placed alone in a pile not far away and said, "... Let's give it a red jade fruit. After all, it saved our lives. The red jade fruit is in that box."

Hearing Zhou Qingshan's words, the little firebird's protest stopped abruptly, and the ahoge on its head gradually relaxed. It glanced at Zhou Qingshan with gratitude.

Seeing this, Zhou Qingshan smiled slightly, as if he was amused by the little flame bird's reaction.

Spiritual soldiers are truly magical soldiers...creatures...

Mo Yanqiu gently stroked the little Flame Bird's feathers, then she walked to the box, took out a red jade fruit, and was about to hand it to the little Flame Bird.

"Wait." Suddenly Zhou Qingshan had an idea and spoke out to stop him.

He suddenly remembered something.

Since spiritual soldiers are creatures born from spirits, can they devour the 'essence' of the Cloud Top chessboard?
Mo Yanqiu and Xiao Yanque turned around and looked over.

Zhou Qingshan said: "I remembered that I have something that I can try on this little guy."

Mo Yanqiu immediately put away the red jade fruit and walked over carrying the little fire bird with an unhappy look on its face.

The little guy seemed too weak. He kicked his claws a few times and then stopped struggling as if he had accepted his fate.

Zhou Qingshan stretched out his index finger, carefully poked the little flame bird, and comforted it in a gentle tone:

"Don't worry, little one. I keep my word. No matter what happens, you will not lose the red jade fruit."

"Chirp." Upon hearing this, the little firebird's eyes suddenly lit up and nodded.

Zhou Qingshan smiled, picked up the little fire bird with both hands, and silently chanted in his mind to use the essence.

Swish!
The essence then shattered and turned into a bright light that was invisible to the naked eye, rushing into the body of the little fire bird.

The little firebird was gradually surrounded by a layer of faint red light.

This red light seemed to be the embodiment of the essence of power, flowing continuously between the feathers of the little firebird.

As the red light flowed, the little firebird's body began to slowly expand, and its feathers became more shiny and bright.

After a while, the red light gradually faded away, and the little firebird's body only grew slightly larger, but its entire temperament changed, becoming energetic and full of vitality.

"Chirp!"

The little firebird flapped its wings excitedly and let out a crisp chirp.

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