Mysterious Devouring the Heavens Powerhouse

After all, the old man has been practicing for many years.The obstacle in my heart was knocked down by Yan Lin, and I immediately understood a lot.

Chapter [-] Don't deceive myself!

Bowing to Yan Lin, his body was almost bent by more than half.

"Thank you, little friend, for resolving my confusion over the years!"

What he did with this bow was Confucian thanks to the teacher!

Yan Lin hurriedly extended a helping hand and said, "I'm also listening to others, then sticking out my tongue and repeating it again." As a teacher, you can't be a gift. "

"Oh? Who is the predecessor of this speech?"

"When I was a kid, I came to my family and taught me something. It's just that he didn't leave his name, he doesn't know where he is now."

Yan Linxin is talking nonsense.I mean, I don't deceive myself, I just say I don't deceive my heart, but I don't say I can't deceive others.

"That's a tall man."

Old Li fell in love with him calmly and paid tribute to the tall man who was fabricated.

"I also have a brush made of monsters and wolves. The teacher uses it, and the effect of stirring up anger should be better."

He took out a brush from his body and handed it to Mr. Li.This is a brush he made with the tail of a first-class silver wolf and the iron bamboo in the forest.For Confucian practitioners, this is already an advanced spiritual weapon.Give gifts and bribes, these are sharp weapons.

"This is too valuable!"

Seeing what Yan Lin was holding in his hand, Mr. Li was surprised and didn't extend his hand.

Confucians are not good at fighting.Only practitioners can do things like fight monsters and get monster materials.Monsters and wolves are not enough to make a pen. How many people can be left to the Confucian family to paint?This is no ordinary gift.

"In due course, I got a pack of monsters and wolves and did a lot of these brushes."

Yan Lin smiled slightly, his hand flickered, he had already grabbed a dozen of the same brushes from the storage bag, and said, "Master, this one is really nothing."

Put one lightly on the table, take your hand away, and the rest of the time is included in the storage bag, never to be seen again.

"Cashier bag! You are a therapist!" Wang Mae shouted, some people couldn't believe it.

"But why can't I see real anger in your dantian? It's hard to say, did you build the foundation?"

Wang Jian couldn't believe his eyes.Restorations of eight- and nine-story buildings around him were not uncommon, and not even a trace of real gas could be seen, only the high foundation builders.Has this young man who looks younger than himself has built a foundation?Legend has it that even the geniuses of the Xiuzhen family have to be at least seventeen or eighteen years old to build a foundation.

"It's normal to see no traces of real qi, because I haven't even broken the bottleneck of qi refining on the first floor, and I'm not a real healer. It's just that the meridians have a little real qi, so they can hardly operate the gas storage bag."

Half true and half false.The first bottleneck hasn't been broken, which is good, but the real gas in his meridians isn't just a little bit.On the sixth and seventh layers of the essence layer, many practitioners may not be him.

"Can you operate this storage bag before the first bottleneck is broken?" Wang Mae now feels that there are too many unexplainable things about this young man.

"Oh, you're welcome then. I'll get a present from my little friend."

When Elder Li saw the brush in Yan Lin's hand, he was not welcome.What do you mean, Yicheng?That is, don't lie to yourself.Since you want to die, get it as soon as possible.There are a lot of people anyway.

"The brushes of these monsters are in the hands of children. It is no problem to buy some of the most prosperous streets in Daliang City."

With this batch of monsters and wolves, they should be able to get rich people out even if they are not rich or enemy countries.

"A basket of food, a spoonful of drink, in a bad alley, one can neither bear its annoyance nor change its pleasure."

Yan Lin said that he and Li Lao looked at each other and smiled.Although the old master has taken some fork in the road of cultivation, the style of Confucianism is still the style of a group of ancestors.

Mr. Li, this time I'm here to ask you for a "solemn sticker". "

Wang Mae, who was beside him, was talking to Li Lao, but his eyes were on Yan Lin.

It turned out that the purpose of his job search was naturally the old man who was notorious in the city.In this scene, Yan Lin is obviously a better choice.But asking Yan Lin directly in front of the old man is not good, will it make the old man feel too embarrassed?

"God-enhancing ointment"?Does anyone in your family need it? "

Old Li gave Wang Mae a deep look.

This dignified sticker is designed to soothe the frightened.Generally speaking, this is not a huge shock that causes a shock to the heart, and there is no need for a tall man like Li Lao to do it himself.Wang Mae needs to send an email in person. This frightened person must have a high status in his family.Such people will be hit so hard, there are some problems.

Chapter [-] is right around the corner!

"My brother Zhao Yi was injured a few days ago, and his soul was frightened. These days, he was often in uncontrollable panic and convulsions, which was very painful. Under my father's order, I came to me Master to help." Wang Mae said.

"Zhao Yi is injured, his soul is frightened?"

Zhao Yi and Zhao Yi, Zhao Yi's father Zhao Yong, the governor of Daliang Mansion, in charge of the army and the government's horses, use the nine layers of essence as a building.Zhao Yi himself, I heard that he is also a real genius. He is only 17 years old and less than 17 years old. He has already had a period of six-story refining gas supply construction, which is quite promising.Such power can still hurt, and it can also hurt the soul. Here, it is an unfathomable pool of muddy water.

"Well, first, I tried to write a 'sticker'. How about some advice from my little friend?"

A position is fair. As an outstanding Confucian master in the city, Mr. Li is not very worried about what kind of trouble a position will bring him.Instead, once he's written the article, he can get the governor's government to owe him a favor, which is cost-effective no matter how he sees it.

On top of that, he looked at the monster wolf on the table like a swordsman saw a great sword and he was ready for action.

"No, no! It's my greatest honor to be able to talk to my master." Yan Lin didn't dare to support him, so he answered respectfully.

"Ah, you, sincere, but not very honest!"

Old Li smiled and spread out another piece of rice paper.After thinking for a long time, Li picked up Wolf's pen and dipped it in ink. (.)

The pen is like a dragon and snake, and the hundred-character "condensation cream" has not been written many times.For a while, the three people in the house recovered their spirits, and even Wang Mae, who was upset, felt very calm.

"Congratulations to the old man, but the skill of this calligraphy has improved a lot."

Compared with the "sleepless food sticker" just now, the large fluctuation of this "concentrated paste" is several times larger than the fluctuation of the "cooked food paste" just now, and several times larger than the fluctuation of the "cooked food sticker".Even Wang Mae, who was outside the door of Confucianism, felt the obvious difference and was busy flattering him.