Walking up to it, she took out a bucket from the storage bag and put it in front of it: "It should be so fat that it can spit out a lot of silk. If the bucket is full, I will tell him not to cut you."
"If you are not satisfied with vomiting..."
Before she could finish her words, it started to vomit wildly.
The lightsaber in Long Hao's hand disappeared: "What's the difference between the silk spun by a century-old insect and tofu?"
The ice silkworm that was spinning its silkworms had a meal: a small insect? Tofu?
Two lines of invisible tears flowed from its eyes. It was so insulting!
Lin Yun stretched out his hand towards him: "Then give me thousand-year-old ice silk."
"No." He saw that her eyes showed such a look, she pursed her lips, and turned the corners of her mouth slightly downward to show his unhappiness.
If the current strength can open the world, I will definitely bury her with the treasures inside!
She retracted her hand and looked at the silk in the bucket, which was thinner than a human hair. A smile appeared in her eyes: "With the silk, I can make as many ice-sleeved feather coats as I want."
"Hiss~" Chen Qianchao, who was squatting by the pool, pulled back his hand that reached down: "The water in the pool is extremely cold!"
Curious, Su Zichen reached down and quickly retracted the moment he touched the water.
"This water is as cold as the cold poison."
Pei Zhi said: "This should be Hantan."
Lin Yun walked over, looked at the water and said, "I still want to wash my face."
"Junior sister, please take the healing elixir quickly," Ye Ling pointed at her right arm and said.
"Okay." She took a few rejuvenation pills symbolically, but in fact the wound had already healed.
Looking at the man next to her who was staring at Hantan, she asked, "What are you looking at?"
Long Hao said: "The things down there are better than saliva."
Lin Yun's eyes lit up and he asked: "What kind of treasure is it?"
"ice crystals."
The man's words shocked everyone present. Ice crystal is a rare weapon-refining material, and a small piece can be sold for a sky-high price.
Mu Yuan frowned slightly: "But the water temperature is so low, how can we bring the ice crystals up?"
"Yes," Chen Qianchao raised his frozen-red fingers: "I can't even bear it with one hand. I think my whole body will be frozen solid not long after I go down."
A ball of spiritual fire appeared in Lin Yun's hand: "How about heating the water?"
There was a chuckle in his ears, and he turned his head to look at Long Hao: "How about you come?"
"I don't play with fire."
"That's because you didn't."
Long Hao glanced at the spiritual fire in her palm: "Your current low-level spiritual fire is useless against Hantan, so why not let the little thing on your shoulder try it."
Low-level spiritual fire!
Lin Yun's heart was stabbed deeply, but what does the second half of the sentence mean? Steamed buns are also playing with fire?
He picked up the bun with one hand and raised the spiritual fire in his left hand: "Can you spray this?"
It nodded.
She removed the spiritual fire from her palm and held it up like a cannon: "Honey, help me boil the water dry."
Everyone's expectant eyes are focused on it.
The steamed bun squealed, opened his mouth aggressively, and squirted hard.
"Pfft~"
The strands of hair on Lin Yun's forehead flew away due to the fart sound.
The smile on his face froze, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I told you to breathe fire, not to jump farts!"
"Chirp~" Steamed Bun shook his tail apologetically, opened his mouth again, and a small flame floated out of his mouth.
The atmosphere at the scene fell silent, and everyone tried their best not to laugh out loud.
Su Zichen rubbed the corners of his mouth and said, "Why don't we forget it and think of other ways to go down."
The way they were holding back their laughter irritated Steamed Bun. As soon as he finished speaking, Steamed Bun's hair stood on end, he opened his mouth and squirted hard.
The blood-bright flame formed a pillar of fire, and a burning sensation hit his face, and the temperature of the cave suddenly increased.
Lin Yun thought to himself that the place where he was staying now should be called a crematorium.
The evaporation of the water in the pool was visibly reduced, and in less than a cup of tea, not a drop of the water in the pool was left.
The steamed bun stuck out his tongue, tilted his neck, and his body went limp, with wisps of black smoke coming out of his mouth.
Lin Yun hurriedly fed it spiritual spring water, but it still looked wilted to death. An anxious look flashed in his eyes: "Long Hao, what's wrong with the steamed bun?"
The man replied: "It's okay, it's just that the energy is too much. You can recover after a short sleep."
After listening, she sat down, gently put the steamed bun on her lap, took out the golden spirit fruit, cut it into small pieces and fed it to it.
Everyone gathered around it and felt relieved after watching it feel better after eating.
Steamed Bun rubbed Lin Yun with his furry head, hummed a few times and slowly closed his eyes.
Lin Yun picked it up like a child, stood up and brought it to the man: "Take a look at it, let's go down and find the ice crystals."
Long Hao reached out and took it, stroking the soft hair with his broad palms.
The cold pool was about seven meters deep. The six of them went down together and saw no ice crystals.
Pei Zhi broke open a piece of dried mud at the bottom of the pool with his hands: "Will the ice crystals be burned and melted together?"
Lin Yun closed his eyes, his consciousness extending in all directions. After a while, he suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes filled with shock.
"It's not a piece, it's a large ice crystal!"
He pointed at the wall and said hastily: "Sister, use your sword to break through the thickness of about one meter. The ice crystals are inside."
Ye Ling nodded, and the sword appeared in the palm of his hand.
Everyone saw this and gave up their positions.
The sword shadows crisscrossed, leaving deep sword marks on the mud wall mixed with stones. A large piece of soil slipped away, revealing the ice crystals hidden inside.
The dazzling white light made them squint.
Mu Yuan took a step forward and touched the crystal clear stone. A cold touch came back from his fingertips.
"I don't know if the outside world can see what's going on here. If they can, the weapon cultivators outside will be eager to get in."
Lin Yun raised his head and glanced at the dignified man standing by the edge of the pool: "I can't see it."
If you could see him, he wouldn't be human.
Ye Ling poked the ice crystal with his sword: "I found the ice crystal, but how can we dig it out if we don't have the tools?"
Su Zichen said: "Split it!"
She shook her head and said: "I'm afraid it won't work. The snow mountain has already collapsed once. If you try to use a sword to get out the ice crystals, it will cause a lot of noise. If it causes a second collapse, we may have to bury it here."
He sighed: "Our current situation, as the storybook says, is like a eunuch visiting a brothel, feeling powerless."
Pei Zhi raised his hand and tapped his head: "Read less of the notebook."
At this time, Chen Qianchao saw the junior sister taking out a gold basin: "Little junior sister, what are you..."
Lin Yun looked reluctant: "I plan to melt it and make it into a mining tool."
After saying that, the golden basin broke away from his hand and floated into the air, followed by a ball of spiritual fire that enveloped it.
As time passed, the gold basin melted little by little and was divided into six parts.
They watched without blinking as the melted liquid slowly solidified, eventually turning into six iron pickaxes.
Mu Yuan also confirmed one thing: "Little junior sister, you are really good at refining weapons."
"Know a little bit. If you can't go out, you have to know a little bit about everything, so that the road will be easier." Lin Yun handed the freshly made iron pickaxes into their hands.
The five people couldn't find words to describe the shock in their hearts.
Mu Yuan gave a thumbs up: "Little junior sister, what the hell are you doing?"
"Yeah, shit." Others followed.
Lin Yun smiled and said nothing, a little regretful for explaining the meaning of this word before.
The tinkling sound at the bottom of the pool continued intermittently all day and night.
On the last day of the secret realm, six people climbed up from the bottom of the pool with big dark circles under their eyes and lay motionless on the ground. They were not completely still. Their right hands were shaking.
Not far away, a snow-white mantou was also lying on the ground, his eyes were closed tightly, and his abdomen was rising and falling rhythmically. There is a crystal clear little dragon coiled on its back.
The big bug fell beside the bucket, whether he fell asleep or fainted from vomiting.
No one spoke, and the entire cave returned to silence.
After lying there for about an hour, Ye Ling suddenly opened his eyes.
