Chapter 473

Yan Qing's expression also became serious and looked carefully at the big Danlu in front of her.

After thinking for a while, he said slowly, "the body of the alchemy furnace is engraved with the ancient pattern of responding to the dragon, and the Luan and Phoenix call each other accordingly. Is it... Is it the legendary dragon and Phoenix tripod?"

"Dragon Phoenix tripod?" Feng Jiuxi was shocked.

She saw the introduction of the Dragon Phoenix tripod in ancient books. It is said that the Dragon Phoenix tripod is an ancient artifact made by the alchemy ancestor and passed on from generation to generation.

The descendants of the alchemy master will inherit the tripod furnace every generation, and the successor will engrave his alchemy experience in his life on the furnace before his death.

However, the legend is a legend after all. The Dragon Phoenix tripod rarely appears in the mouth and ears of living people. Almost no one believes this legend. Only the alchemist will adhere to this artifact.

Feng Jiuxi just wanted to step back and have a closer look. Suddenly, his hand scraped on the stove. I don't know why he felt the pain of his fingers!

The blood was quietly stained on the Dragon Phoenix tripod.

Yan Qing immediately held Feng Jiuxi and looked at her hand anxiously. "How's it going? Are you okay? Does it hurt?" he said three question marks in a row.

The finger cut a big piece. Feng Jiuxi didn't come and cared about his injury. He just looked at long Huangding suspiciously. "There's no sharp thing on the stove. How can I cut such a big hole in my hand? And... I just felt that something seemed to bite on my finger! What a strange alchemy stove!"

Hearing what Feng Jiuxi said, Yanqing glanced at the alchemy furnace with sharp eyes. A trace of dangerous smell was revealed in the air.

Suddenly, he waved with one hand, and a blue spirit force approached the Dragon Huangding!

"Ouch!" a young child's voice sounded. They quickly ran to the rear of longhuangding. They saw a little girl about three years old, crying pain over her chest.

The little girl was dressed in a dreamy purple dress and tied two small bun on her head. Her fleshy face looked very cute. It was as much as a small steamed stuffed bun!

"Who are you!"

As soon as Yanqing opened his mouth, Feng Jiuxi went to him and stopped, "don't scare the little girl!"

Then he went to the little girl, squatted down and said in her softest voice, "little sister, who are you? Why are you here? Did you make the voice just now?"

Oh, my God! That's lovely! More lovely than her son fengziyan!

Especially the two balls of pink meat on his face.

Feng Jiuxi wanted to reach out to hold the little girl, but Yanqing pulled her up and pulled her behind him, "don't get close to her. This little girl who looks weak and lovely is not so simple!"

Different from Feng Jiuxi's tenderness, Yanqing's eyes at the little girl are particularly sharp.

Seeing Yanqing's fierce appearance, the little girl turned her mouth and tears in her eyes. It seemed that she would fall down at any time. She was very poor. Feng Jiuxi moved a trace of compassion in her heart.

"What storms can a child make! Besides, aren't you still protecting me?" he said, and ran forward to pick up the little girl.

In fact, she didn't know why. She felt very close from the moment she saw the little girl.