Battling Records of the Chosen One

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In the courtyard, a pile of burning phosphorus rafts burned, and a large pot of fire on the fire stood white smoke and boiled.

There are dozens of spiritual materials in the wok, the flesh and blood of the beasts, and some herbs.

This is not in refining, but in melting ink.

In general, the spiritist smelts the ink, and needs a special "ink stove", which is specially cast and smelted.

Some precious ink burners, even engraved with many spiritual patterns inside, are no different from the spirits.

However, Lin Xun can't refine the ink oven now. If he wants to melt the ink, he can only use the iron pot first.

The smelting of the ink in this way is unusual, and it is extremely wasteful of the spirit, but it can be used in the first place.

Like at this moment, Lin Xun is smelting a pot of "red fire spirit ink."

The formula of Chihuo Lingmo is very common, but with different spirits, the effect of the ink is really different.

For example, it is also a kind of spiritual material "Ziyanghua" which refines the red fire spirit ink. It has the highest level and low grade. The three-leaf hydrangea is the most common, but the effect is ordinary. The nine-leaf hydrangea is the rarest and the best.

Lin's refining system of this kind of "red fire spirit", the appearance of various spiritual materials can only be considered medium, not high or low, but it is enough to meet his needs.

While smelting the ink, Lin searched for no idle hands. He was holding a half-foot-length, about the thickness of the chopsticks, and the dark purple bones were polished over the whetstone.

This dark purple bone, taken from the leg bones of the beast "Tielu Mountain", is a very precious spiritual material.

Its precious thing is that you can refine your pen!

The pen and the sharp tip of the pen are the key tools for engraving the spiritual pattern, so it is called the knife.

Judging whether a pen is good or bad, you only need to look at its material. The more excellent the pen, the easier it is to communicate the spirit and spirit of the spiritist.

In the same way, when the fine pen is engraved, it allows the spiritist to control the power of the ink. The trajectory of the engraving, regardless of shade, thickness or straightness, can perfectly meet the needs of the spiritist. .

After the dark gray enamel pen left by Mr. Deer disappeared, Lin Xun lacked a hand-cranked pen to exercise the spirit of the way.

Fortunately, the prey obtained this time has exactly one "iron hoe", and its leg bones are a kind of spiritual material for refining sputum.

Hey!

The dark purple bones are continually polished by Lin Xun, and the sound of friction is emitted. The sparks are splashed, and the prototype of a slap pen has been faintly revealed.

Around the courtyard, there are piles of snow-white beast skeletons, and the wall of the already-preserved animal meat is hung on the wall. It is full of thousands of pounds, like a meat mountain.

In addition, animal skins, animal tendons, and various scales, claws, and horns are all divided one by one, and they are piled up in an orderly manner.

These can be valuable treasures, which can be used to refine medicines, smelt spirits, and also to exchange property.

These are the results of Lin’s efforts in these days.

There are too many gains that Xiao Tian took back from their party. The corpses of the beasts that were given to Lin Xun had nearly 30 heads.

As for other beasts and beasts, there are more, but these are not very useful for Lin Xun, and they are all distributed to all households in the village.

Therefore, these days, not only is Lin looking for a busy person, but the villagers are also picking up the early-married pickled meat at home, lest the time is long for the beast meat to deteriorate.

It was also until busy until today that Lin Xun only dissected the bodies of various beasts and removed all the useless things, leaving only valuable things.

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There was a strong smell in the courtyard, but Lin Xun was ashamed and concentrated on the dark purple bones in his hands.

After a full fragrance.

This smashing pen was completely formed, and Lin found that he got up and washed the surface of the smear with clear spring water, revealing the true face of the slapstick.

In the sun, this slapstick is slender and straight, and the whole body is faintly dark purple. The pen body is condensed and simple, and the pen is like a blade. It is as thin as a flap, and it is glaring.

Lin Xun’s meditation perceives this slap in the hands of his own hands, and draws a glimpse of spiritual power to work and feel the subtleties.

For a long time, his lips and lips showed a smile of satisfaction. The pen itself has no problem. Just use the unique means and the spiritual materials to quench the pen and make sure that it is done.

At this time, the iron on the fire made a sharp, boiling sound that seemed to be blown up.

Lingmo is coming out!

Lin searched for no time to take care of others, started to extinguish the fire, watched the iron pot cool down, and then took out a white and clean porcelain bowl and walked to the iron pot.

A pot full of spiritual materials, now refining only left a layer of amber-like liquid, bright red and translucent, the surface seems like a flame burning in the sputum, exudes a refreshing fragrance.

This is the red fire!

It looks like a successful elixir, but it is not used to swallow.

Lin sought to put the "Red Fire Ling Mo" into the porcelain bowl carefully, and the smile on the corner of the lips was one more point. When the evening was over, you could use it to engrave the spiritual pattern.

"Can you eat?"

I don't know when the summer solstice has come to Lin Xun, pointing to the red fire and ink, and the voice is quiet and sweet.

But the contents of the text scared Lin to jump, and quickly shook his head: "This is not food, it will be poisoned when eaten."

The summer solstice sighed, no longer said, standing quietly.

"I will give you a good meal in the evening."

Lin found the small head of the summer solstice and turned and walked into the house.

The summer solstice frowned, and it seemed that some resisted being looked at by Lin. She stood there thinking for a long time and finally decided not to worry about Lin.

Speaking of it, this five-year-old girl is really special. It is completely different from other children. She is quiet and whispered, but her learning ability is amazing and she has extraordinary intelligence.

When these Tianlin were looking for a free time, they exchanged with the summer solstice. Unexpectedly, in just a few days, she could recognize the meaning of each sentence and say some simple words.

Like "Can this eat?" "I don't have enough" "I still want to eat" "I still have nothing to eat" "This tastes good"...

I don't think Lin seeks to make the summer solstice a beautiful snack food. It is not difficult to see some clues from the words she said.

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In the evening, the village head Xiao Tianren walked into the small courtyard of Lin Xun's home.

He was in a hurry, and when he saw Lin Xun, he directly indicated his intention: "It is ready, you can leave tomorrow morning."

Lin searched and smiled: "It is faster than I expected."

Just a few days ago, Lin Xun and Xiao Tianren discussed it. When he finally decided that Qilian Rufeng did not return, he first transferred all the villagers to a safe place.

Doing so also prevents the villagers from being affected by the safety of Lian Rufeng when they return.

Although it is not clear what Lian Rufeng is trying to figure out, whether it is Lin Xun or Xiao Tianren is very clear, it is destined not to be a good thing.

"Haha, let's say, this time we also lost the beast disaster, let us get a lot of prey, and the food marinated with these prey can make all the villagers avoid it for a while."

Xiao Tian is laughing.

Lin Xun also smiled and said: "Xiao Bo, then it is so fixed. Tomorrow, you will take everyone to the abandoned mine road, first to avoid it, and when I solve the Lianrufeng, we will have no worries. ""

Xiao Tian nodded and immediately asked: "Lin Xun, this matter is too dangerous. If you finally fail, don't desperately, let's not let us admit defeat. Isn't it even like them, they dare to put them all? Can't you kill it? Stay in the green hills without burning wood."

Lin found his eyes clear and calm, said: "Xiao Bo, perhaps other villagers have a retreat, but if you and I fail, it is destined to die, so this competition must win!"

In the voice, it is already decided.

Xiao Tianren knows that even Lian Feng has endured himself for a long time, and the opportunity to seize the opportunity is not going to let himself live.

Similarly, he also knows that after killing Lu Xun and Qian Qi, Lin Xun did not have a retreat option, either killing Lian Rufeng or being killed by Lian Feng.

Thinking of this, Xiao Tian can't help but feel heavy in his heart, worrying about the color: "So you are ready?"

Lin nodded: "The last step is worse."

Xiao Tianren took a shot of Lin Xun's shoulder and said: "A lot of care, if you lose, you must escape. How big is the three thousand mountains, as long as you escape, you can't even kill you like a peak. Remember, don't For everyone, in the end, I lost my life."

Lin sought a warmth in his heart and smiled: "Xiao Bo is relieved, I have a few in my heart."

Xiao Tianren saw this, staring at Lin for a long time, turned and left.

Only when he stepped out of the gate, he suddenly said: "Alive, it is more important than everything, we must remember."

The sound is old and wandering in the evening as bloody.

Lin smiled and turned and returned to the room. Yes, he had a chance to take revenge when he was alive, and he died. Everything is over.

He knew this very early.

The next morning, a group of villagers took the bag and left the village under the leadership of Xiao Tianren.

They are just ordinary people, not cultivators, and unable to fight against the cultivators. Staying in the village is cumbersome and will only involve Lin Xun.

Lin Xun stood in the village to see them leave, and then he turned and returned, watching the cold and empty empty village, his look as calm as before.

The autumn wind is bleak, I don’t know when it will start, and the horizon is covered with a layer of lead clouds, which makes the world feel a sense of oppression.

Although Lian Rufeng has not returned yet, Lin can find out that this time is not far away...

"You want to fight?"

When Lin sought to return to his doorstep, he saw the summer solstice wearing a animal cloak. I don’t know when I was waiting there.

Lin sighed, he knew that it was difficult to hold her by the cleverness of this little girl.

"I'll help you."

The summer solstice looked up and revealed the beautiful face covered under the hat. If the black gem-like crescent eyes were in the eyes, it was all serious.

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PS: At the end of the writing, I can't help but think of the summer days before Xiaogu Liang said in the group, you want to hit the monthly vote list? I'll help you.

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