Feng Jiu was shocked, "Ah? Why don't you know me! I think you are friends, so I worry about you, and I followed you all the way-"

So, is it their responsibility for him to do this now? Mo Liancheng and Qu Tan'er keenly heard what he meant.

Feng Jiu felt a terrified feeling when he was stared at the same time by the two of them.

My mother, the pressure on Mao and the other two was no less than the group of skull demons just now?

With the attention of the two, Feng Jiu's voice gradually weakened, "Actually, we can make friends. Before, I have cleared a lot for you..."

Speaking of this, Qu Tan'er remembered, "What are the tips you just gave?"

Feng Jiu looked reluctant, "Actually, it's not a good treasure, but it's not unusual..." He stammered and added, "Actually, it's something that is helpful for practicing secret techniques."

Qu Tan'er was impatient. After all, she had no substance at all. What is the answer? "What is it?"

Feng Jiuzhang pulled his head and told her, "Blood spirit."

Qu Tan'er thought she had heard it wrong, "What did you say?"

Feng Jiu replied again, "Blood Essence, don't you... do you still know?" He hesitated and his eyes passed through Qu Tan'er and threw them on Mo Liancheng.

A man slowly washed clean, stood up, walked to Feng Jiu, reached out and reached out, "Take it."

Feng Jiu took a step back, "What, what?"

Mo Liancheng Yun Danfeng glanced at him, "Blood spirit, for the kindness you owe us."

Qu Tan'er also walked over with a smile, and then she realized why the master just now called Feng Jiu to repay his kindness.

She has never liked to owe others what she owes her, and naturally, she doesn't want others to owe her.

Feng Jiu is a bit weird. This way is better than him.

Moreover, in the Yunzhi Tribe, many people are practicing secret techniques, but unfortunately they have been stagnant at a certain stage. Perhaps what they lack is these low-level and easy-to-digest blood essence?

Having made up his mind, Qu Tan'er would not be able to let Feng Jiu go.

Feng Jiubai shook his head with his face and retreated repeatedly, "You, are you robbing in broad daylight?"

Qu Tan'er sneered, "Do you think your life is not worth a few bags of blood and spirit?"

Feng Jiu roared angrily, "We are friends!"

Qu Tan'er glanced at him, "That's your wishful thinking."

Feng Jiu stared at her, then at Mo Liancheng who nodded in agreement. Finally, he took out six bags of secret bags unwillingly and muttered: "You all snatch your friends' things, you are too unfriendly!"

Qu Tan'er found it funny. Is this person not understandable? However, he was too lazy to correct him, so he only weighed the tips in his hand. He put two small tips in his hand and three large tips in his big tips. He took them out and counted them, and a total of fifteen blood essences were found.

As for the blood essence of the bald mountain eagle she refined, it is much smaller in size and looks duller in color.

Qu Tan'er rubbed her secretly for a few times, well, it was not very smooth, nor was it hot.
Chapter completed!