No matter what the Red Leaf Sword Saint does, Luo Lin can only take over the Star Falcon Cloud Pattern Sword.n∈n∈,

Of course, the Red Leaf Sword Saint Ludri attaches great importance to Rollin. He knew that this person might be the only hope to fight the Queen of the Night.

In the stone house, he was holding a small fan in his hand and was gently blowing the wind on a small stove. There was a clay pot on the stove, which was steaming with heat.

"The things I cooked here are good things I picked from the mountains, including Zhutang fruit for thirty years, red mushrooms for hundreds of years, and a few rare things that are extremely difficult to collect. Together, control the heat and stew it into a cup of medicine soup, called "Tianshen Yin". If ordinary people drink it, they can live for at least hundreds of years. If the strong drink it, they can break through the bottleneck of martial arts, which is at least ten years of hard practice. You have just helped me a lot and I can't return your ring, so I thank you first with this medicine soup."

At this time, a pile of white air had emerged from the clay pot, and a strange fragrance filled the air in the stone house. Luo Lin smelled it and the gas rushed into his lungs. He felt that his entire lung was warm, and his power had been greatly improved.

The breath alone has such an effect. So how magical should this Tianshen Yin Yao Decoction be? Luo Lin is looking forward to it.

The soup is obviously very hard to cook. The Red Leaf Sword Saint dispels the fire for a while, and then pulls firewood to annealeries. He always carefully controls the heat. Sometimes he gently taps the pottery jar. Every time he knocks, a condensation force passes into it through the wall of the pottery jar, and a gentle sensation of water flows sounds in the can.

The Red Leaf Sword Saint's technique is very special and the power it uses is also very distinctive. Luo Lin looked at it carefully and kept it in his mind.

After about an hour, the old swordsman extinguished the fire. After waiting for a while, he took a pottery bowl and poured out the soup from the jar, filling a bowl.

The color of this soup is very strange, blood-red, with a sticky texture. If you smell it carefully, you can feel a bloody smell in the strange fragrance. In the soup, bubbles appear. Whenever the bubbles burst, a light red breath will be released into the air, and the bloody smell in the air becomes more and more intense.

This doesn't look like a big tonic, but it's a highly toxic substance.

The old sword saint seemed to be unaware of the abnormality at all, and even praised: "Good soup, I have been in a total of four times in my life, but this time I have the best mastery of the fire. It seems that my seclusion for many years is not without effect. At least my heart has been completely calm."

Then, he held the pottery bowl in his hands and brought it to Luo Lin: "Drink it."

While speaking, his eyes were staring at Rollin, not letting him go in the slightest reaction.

Luo Lin laughed with a calm expression. He reached out to take the strange soup. Seeing the bubbles still appearing on the soup, he praised: "No wonder it was called Tian Shenyin. This soup contains a great breath of essence and blood. If an ordinary person finishes drinking it, he will definitely explode and die, but this is just right for me!"

For mortals, the essence and blood energy in it is like a ball of flames. They can only be drunk little by little, and they can only drink it for several months. If you want to dry it in one sip, you will not be able to withstand digestion at all. Once you drink it, your face will be red, your nose blood will flow, and your internal organs will be burned by the steamed essence and blood fire and withered.

The gods are instructed to the gods for the gods to drink.

Luo Lin was the god of heaven, so he drank the blood-thick soup in one sip. After drinking it, he sighed with satisfaction and praised: "What a good medicine soup!"

He felt a fire rushing down his throat, and when it reached his stomach, it turned into a raging fire, and began to roast his internal organs. Even with his body, he could not resist it.

It was a bit hard to sit like this, so Luo Lin got up and smiled and said, "You make a pot of good medicine for me, and I'll practice a gun in return."

The old sword saint laughed: "Okay, I'm just about to see your peerless gun technique!"

The two of them went from the stone house to the open space outside the courtyard. Luo Lin picked up the Dragon Fury Spear and started dancing wildly. First, he pointed, pricked, blocked, collapsed, picked, plucked, and entangled the basic usages, followed by the cloud dragon's claws, the green dragon hit the ground, the peacock spread its screen, and the water three thousand feet, which he realized the profound shooting skills full of artistic conception.

After a drill, Luo Lin felt that the magma-like flame in his body was guided to flow to every corner of his body. Because the flames were dispersed, the temperature dropped and became a slightly burning breath. This breath slowly became silent and finally became the power of his body.

Luo Lin felt it carefully. This bowl of Tian Shengui increased his strength by more than 30%. The internal organs and tendons in his body were calcined and became more and more tough.

Little, Luo Lin felt that his incarnation seemed to have broken through some limits of its essence and began to enter a completely new realm.

He was happy in his heart, and only felt a sense of pride surge, with a long roar, the power in his body rolled like thunder, and the spear in his hand pierced three times in a very short moment.

The three guns were stabbed out, and the cold light at the tip of the gun was not dazzling, but instead became like flames and the power on the spear had begun to break out of the shackles of the spear itself. Of course, this was just the beginning.

The old sword saint was immediately moved. After Luo Lin took the gun, he sighed: "This gun technique is already magical. I can say that you have countless gunmen in history, and your achievements are well-deserved first."

After breaking through the limit, Rollin was also very happy. He heard the old sword saint praise and felt even more comfortable, but he did not get carried away: "I don't know how about the Queen of the Night?"

"Queen of Night?" A trace of vibration flashed in the old sword saint's eyes. He was silent at first, and then a low voice sounded: "It was already many years ago that I fought with her. At that time, she was mysterious in her sword technique and had a lot of murderous intent, like a poisonous snake hidden in the darkness. She would kill you if she accidentally took your life. Her power was very domineering. A woman, I fought hard with her, and there was no room for resistance. At that time, she could already inspire the sword energy. The sword energy could reach ten meters away in an instant. I was hit by a knife that year. Until now, the hidden injuries in her body have not been completely healed. So many years have passed, and she should be stronger."

At the end of the day, a trace of sadness appeared on the old sword saint's face. He looked at Rollin: "No one can compare to your gun skills, but it is a little worse than the Queen of the Night. Now you fight with her, you should not be able to stop her three moves."

Three moves? Luo Lin was shocked by this conclusion. He had already estimated the Queen of Night in his heart. He was sure that he was not her opponent, but if the two sides fought, they would have to decide the outcome, in his opinion, at least a hundred moves. Now the old man said that he could not stop the three moves?

Although there are reasons why the old sword saint was afraid of being beaten, even if these factors were removed, it would be difficult to block ten guns. In this way, Luo Lin felt that even if he got the Star Flow Cloud Pattern Sword, he might not be her opponent.

Seeing Luo Lin silent, the old sword saint laughed: "It's very desperate, right? I felt this way at that time, but you don't have to be too frustrated. The real battle between life and death is complicated. Your martial arts skills have surpassed me. I'm just guessing what will happen."

Luo Lin shook his head: "I'm not desperate, I just feel that time is tight. Old sir, why are you willing to return the ring to me?"

He knows more about the goddess of the night than anyone in this world. He has defeated this goddess many times. This time it is just a new confrontation. What is there to be afraid of? It’s just that in the current situation, if you want to win, you need to make a lot of plans. He is getting stronger, and the other party is getting stronger, and he has a 20-year advantage. Now he has conquered the north and is planning to conquer the south and conquered the world. So the time for him to react is not long.

The old sword saint stretched out his hand and stretched out four fingers: "Four conditions. First, tell me where you came from?"

There is nothing to hide this, Luo Lin told the truth: "From the sky, go to the high places, go all the way up, and wait until the extreme, it is the seabed of the world where I am. I entered the seabed, drilled into a trench, and landed in such a ghost place."

"It's weird, but your eyes tell me that you're not lying, so I believe it. Second, what's the use of this ring for you?"

"It is a weapon that I have made for myself. Look at my Dragon Rage Gun, which combines precious materials such as black crystals outside the sky, big diamonds, black patterned mitral silver, etc., which should be considered a famous gun, right?"

"Famous guns? They are far from being there. I have never seen a gun that can be comparable to your spear in the world. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are unique."

"Then my ring will be ten times better than it. In front of it, this gun is no different from scrap iron."

‘Hiss~’ the old sword saint took a breath and shook his head: “How can a ring have such power? I don’t believe it.”

"If you give it to me, I will prove it immediately."

The old sword saint smiled and said, "Don't be scheming with me. There are two conditions."

"you say."

"Third, Queen of Night has a great general named Sandru. This man is the leader of the God Guard of the Night and the person whom the Queen of Night relies on the most. It is said that she is her lover. Not only do she have to have sex with him every night, but she also entrusts him with countless major events. The Queen of Night can expand so quickly, and this Sandru is extremely rewarding. Killing him is equivalent to breaking one of the Queen of Night's arms."

"Sandru?" Rollin's eyes were a little dazed. The goddess of night was stubborn and conceited. If she did anything right, she would have appointed Sandru, a mortal. In the Crimson Land, Sandru caused him a lot of trouble. Here, this guy was actually a roadblock.

"Do you know him?" The old sword saint was very sensitive.

"I do know him. He is also an alien, but if I want to kill him, he can't escape."

"Very good. When you kill Sandru, don't come back to find me. You go east, go out a thousand miles from the Miluo River outlet, and there is a coral island. There is someone waiting for you on the island in the center, and your ring is there. If that person thinks you can trust, you can get the ring."

"I remember. Old sir, you have to save your life and attack the Queen of Night at that time, don't be a coward who is huddled behind."

Since the words were made clear, Luo Lin stopped being stunned. He whistled, and the black flame horse ran over. Luo Lin got on the horse in a loud voice and ran away wildly.

Looking at Luo Lin's disappearing back, the old sword saint sighed: "For the living creatures in the world, what's my old fortune? I just hope you are the one in the tutor's mouth!" (To be continued.)
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