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Seven hundred and twentieth IX The deadline is approaching

Lin Moyan: "Your sarcasm is very meaningful."

Ye Luo: "Master, see if you can find an opportunity for me to see the remains of the monster beast. As for whether the pavilion master is willing to sell it to me, I will talk to him myself."

"You want to talk to her yourself?" Lin Moyan suddenly showed a hint of cunning: "You are not interested in her, are you? Let's not mention that your girl lives in Shoushanting. The key is that she is over sixty, so you

Do you all dare to go up?"

Um?

Hearing Lin Moyan's words, Ye Luo was a little shocked. What does it mean?

"Is the master of Daqi Pavilion a woman?" Ye Luo asked timidly.

Lin Moyan nodded: "Yes, she is a young lady in her sixties, but she is a martial arts practitioner. She is well-maintained and looks like she is thirty years old. She is as fresh and clear as day. The most important thing is that she is single."

Ye Luo: "Listen to me and thank you, because of you..."

"Well, let's forget it. There's no rush about the magic weapon. We'll talk about it later."

Ye Luo didn't waste any time, turned around and walked out.

Of course he knew that Lin Moyan was joking, and his purpose had already been stated, but he couldn't force Lin Moyan to help him, asking for the remains of the immortal beast. This was indeed not something that could be done with vitality liquid. Some things could

If you can't get it, then it depends on fate.

Ye Luo left Lin Moyan's residence and was about to go back to his residence. Suddenly, he found that there were many powerful auras flying quickly towards the meeting hall of Shoushan Pavilion, including several auras that broke through the sky.

Something happened at Morishantei?

The Shushan Pavilion meeting hall is not open to the public unless there is anything important. Even the masters of major pavilions cannot wander there if they have nothing to do.

At this moment, so many people were passing by together. Either the pavilion leader, Gu Xinyue, had something important to call everyone to discuss, or something important happened temporarily.

If there is a scheduled conference or something, then Lin Moyan must know about it, but judging from Lin Moyan's expression at this moment, it should not be something that was planned before.

"What's wrong, master?" Ye Luo looked a little gloomy when he saw Lin Moyan's expression.

"Pavilion Master of the Great Song Pavilion, the deadline has come." When Lin Moyan said this, there was a trace of sadness on his face.

Although the relationship between Dai Viet Pavilion and other major clans is average, many clans even dislike Dai Viet Pavilion and have suppressed or even persecuted Dai Viet Pavilion to a certain extent.

Lin Moyan didn't have a good impression of those people, but when it came to life and death, those small grudges before were put aside. Those were all comrades and compatriots who had fought side by side.

Especially when he heard that the master of Da Song Pavilion had reached his end.

For a martial artist, the best fate is actually to die in battle on the earth or on the battlefield.

Especially when he reaches the level of Pavilion Master, he did not die on the battlefield, but died in the Shoushan Pavilion. This is not only a regret, but also a huge mental suppression for him.

"Can't you live hundreds of years in the Breaking Heaven Realm? Is it possible that the master of the Song Pavilion is already hundreds of years old?" Ye Luo said in surprise.

Lin Moyan shook his head: "No, he is seventy-seven this year. However, because he was seriously injured more than ten years ago when he was in the underworld, his mental strength was greatly damaged. It is not easy to survive until now. It should be

It’s because my mental strength is exhausted and I feel that I have reached my limit.”

The operating mechanism of the physical body of warriors is actually not much different from that of ordinary people. The main reason why they can live a long life is to rely on mental power to delay the aging of the physical body. To be more detailed, they rely on mental power to control the iteration efficiency of cells.

Therefore, whether a martial artist can live a long life depends on his spiritual power. This is also the reason why many spiritual power practitioners live longer.

Mental reasons?

Hearing Lin Moyan's words, Ye Luo thought of a possibility.

"Since his mental power is damaged, can he use Shen Yun to repair his mental power?" Ye Luo asked.

Ye Luo actually didn't know much about spiritual power, but he had heard Duan Qingzhou and Da Zui discussing the issue of Shen Yun's cultivation of spiritual power in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Do you still know about Shen Yun?" Lin Moyan was a little surprised: "Shen Yun can indeed repair mental power. This is why Lao Song can still live to this day after suffering such a serious injury. Otherwise, he would have died at that time.

He has been relying on Shen Yun for all these years, but now, his sea of ​​consciousness has been severely damaged, and even Shen Yun is of no help. If nothing else, it may be within this week.

It's over." Lin Moyan sighed: "He sensed this, so he summoned us to the meeting hall at this time. He probably has some last words to explain."

"These old guys, who doesn't have injuries, big or small? It's common for the sea of ​​​​consciousness to be damaged. Every few years, a few people will grow old. It's sad and lamentable." Lin Moyan shook his head.

Get ready to go to the meeting hall.

"Master, what about you? Is your consciousness damaged?" Ye Luo asked with concern.

"Me? Of course I don't. I'm so awesome, who can damage my consciousness?" Lin Moyan replied with disdain.

"Big Mouth, is there any way to repair a person's sea of ​​consciousness?" Ye Luo immediately asked Big Mouth in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Of course, otherwise do you think why your consciousness hasn't collapsed even after you were beaten? I didn't repair it for you?" Dazui said.

"Did you repair the sea of ​​consciousness for me?" Ye Luo was really surprised at this moment.

"Otherwise, why do you think you, an ant in the Mountain Realm, can allow Sun Bufan's consciousness to enter? Although Sun Bufan is also garbage, he is also garbage at the peak of the Sky Breaking Realm. Under normal circumstances, his consciousness is dragged into

Your sea of ​​consciousness can even burst you, but because of the presence of this beast king, it not only suppresses his consciousness, but also stabilizes your sea of ​​consciousness. Let's put it this way, if it weren't for me, you would have died several times.

.”

"Really?" Ye Luo rolled his eyes: "Then should I thank you properly?"

"No need to thank you. I stabilize your sea of ​​consciousness for my own sake. If you die, it will be really difficult to find someone who has the same sea of ​​consciousness as you to accommodate me."

Ye Luo had no doubts about Taotie's words, but he felt that even without Taotie, his sea of ​​consciousness would not be easily hurt by others, because there was still the divine book in his sea of ​​consciousness. Before thinking about it,

Even Su Hongyu, who was in the middle stage of the Immortal Realm, couldn't help him. Although Ye Luo didn't know what happened at that time, he guessed that there must be some agreement between the divine book and Su Hongyu, so the other party did not erase his memory.

There is no way, I must be the chosen one.

"Master, wait a minute, can you take me with you?" Ye Luo hesitated and said.


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