Chapter 472

Yu Qingcheng and Yang Xuan entered the account. The first thing was to sit down, then took out the small tower left by the Mongolian ancestors and began to study it.

"Nerd, what's the secret of this little tower? You've been watching it for half an hour." Yu Qingcheng sat for a long time. Yang Xuan kept staring at the tower and didn't speak, which made her a little boring.

"Qingcheng, look!" Yang Xuan held the small tower in his palm, slowly poured a trace of spiritual power into it, and soon saw the small tower floating.

The tower has 72 floors in total, and each floor has different effects. With the stimulation of Yang Xuan, it lights up layer by layer. It has a powerful aura. You can still see a villain walking among them.

The light shines up to the eleventh floor at most. Due to Yang Xuan's lack of spiritual power, it can no longer be stimulated. However, the storage of the lower ten floors is enough. What makes Yang Xuan curious is that the top floor has become a space.

Yang Xuan gently held Yu Qingcheng's hand. The two people were covered by the soft light on the small tower at the same time. In the blink of an eye, they disappeared in situ, leaving only the small tower rotating slowly in the air.

"Here you are." Meng Juan leaned against a pillar and looked at Yang Xuan and Yu Qingcheng.

He had known that Yang Xuan would come in, but he didn't expect Yang Xuan to come so early. He couldn't help feeling the son's strong understanding.

"I thought you would have at least a year to get through the secrets of these ten layers. Unexpectedly, you found out the way to come in early."

"I've seen this tower shaped Lingbao in books before. There will be more or less space. I'm just trying. I didn't expect to really come in."

While they were talking, Yang Xuan looked at the world in front of him, and suddenly an unreal feeling rose in his heart.

In front of him was a stone statue, either tall or handsome. They were all wearing the armor of the entrance and holding all kinds of weapons. The only thing in common was that they were wrapped with a whip around their waist.

"These are the martyrs of my Meng family. Let's meet them!" Meng Juan said something, walked up to a stone statue, stretched out his hand and patted it gently.

"This is the tenth head of the Meng family, that is, my great grandfather. The barbarians once gave him a title called ghost whip. As long as my great grandfather goes to war, the barbarians will disperse like the tide."

Yang Xuan was looking at the stone statue. He suddenly saw him move. He pulled Yu Qingcheng back two steps and stared at the stone statue.

Then the statue opened its eyes like a living man, took off the whip from his waist with one hand, waved it in the air, and the loud and crisp sound of breaking the air came out.

The pressure on him was also released. It was the existence of the fifth realm that surprised Yang Xuan.

"The spiritual power is not enough. If you want them to go with you in the future, you have to prepare more spiritual stones." Meng Juan stretched out his hand and patted it gently. The statue stopped again and closed his eyes again.

"Go with me?" Yang Xuan's face soon showed surprise.

"Yes, these stone statues are all prepared for you by your ancestors. All Mongolian martyrs are among them. You can mobilize them at any time."

"But each of them consumes a huge amount of spiritual power. They have to consume at least ten spiritual stones at a time. The higher their cultivation, the greater the consumption."

"Just like just now, Grandpa shook a whip and consumed a spirit stone. The consumption at the level of Lao Zu is even more terrible."

All of these statues have preserved his cultivation accomplishments. Each of them is a great help to Yang Xuan, which is equivalent to adding a strong card to him for no reason.

But then Yang Xuan made a slight estimation in his heart and was suddenly surprised. There are at least hundreds of stone statues on this floor, and they add up to less than 1000 spirit stones. Most of them are spirit tickets that can't be used. Let them do it once, I'm afraid they have no family wealth.

Immediately, Yang Xuan waved his hand and said, "forget it, this consumption can't even be a wealth!"

Although seeing these stone statues, Yang Xuan kept his mind. There were not enough spirit stones to drive them.

"So I say you're early. When you reach a higher level, you can recharge the stone statue with your own spiritual power, and the consumption will be greatly reduced." Meng Juan reluctantly spread his hand. Although he is a tool spirit, he can't do anything about it.

Then Meng Juan took them to see it again. The wonder of the small tower amazed them, and Yang Xuan was even more surprised that it could accommodate living people.

Yu Qingcheng, as the Tianjiao cultivated by the Yu family, has seen a lot of things, but he has never encountered such a spiritual tool and is very curious.

After studying for a long time, they left the space of the small tower. As soon as they came out, Yu Qingcheng began to turn over his storage bag and take out a lot of things.

Clothes and snacks have been piled into a hill, which are commonly used by girls. To Yang Xuan's surprise, there are several rabbits.

Looking at Yang Xuan's strange eyes, Yu Qingcheng blushed slightly and said shyly, "this is the ration for the wind Thunder Tiger. It always likes to eat live food."

"So what do you mean by turning these out?"

"My storage bag was given by my grandfather. It doesn't have much space. It happens that there are many things in your small tower. Save some for me and I'll leave some Lingbao."

Yu Qingcheng said with a smile. Yang Xuan reluctantly offered up the small tower and put all the things in front of him. Fortunately, the space in the tower is very large. These things are like ox hair inside.

It doesn't hurt to put things, but when he thought that Yu Qingcheng would no longer worry about the storage space and make more efforts to buy things in the future, Yang Xuan immediately had a headache and looked at his diminishing spirit ticket.

However, seeing Yu Qingcheng's smiling face, Yang Xuan felt it was worth it again. After all, the girl was all he had.

They laughed in the tent. Suddenly, they felt a violent fluctuation of spiritual power outside. They were surprised and hurried out to check the situation.

As soon as he came out, Yang Xuan saw that several small black spots were rushing in the distance. The spiritual power fluctuation just came from them.

These small black spots quickly enlarged, fell in front of Yang Xuan, and finally saw their appearance. They were five giants.

"See you, little waiting master!"

The five giants shouted with one voice. Yang Xuan only felt the ground tremble a few times.

Yu Qingcheng rubbed his ears, gently touched Yang Xuan and whispered, "fool, is this the giant team given to you by general Zhou? It seems that something is wrong!"

Yang Xuan also found this thing. The five giants in front of him either had empty eyes, or giggled, and even one left saliva. They all looked stupid.

At the thought of taking such a group of people to the battlefield, Yang Xuan's head was a little bigger.

"Then what, who are you?"

"Back to the little Marquis, we are sent by general Zhou to follow you. My name is XueDa and his name is Xueer..."