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Brightly threw out a small bag of gold value. Lin Long didn't say anything, picked up something and turned around and left...

"Hey, Xiao Yanzi, it's good. You're so careful when buying something." Turning around, Lao Sheng smiled jokingly in his heart.

"These guys are all profiteers. As long as you see what you like, you will raise the price. I don't want to be a big head..." In his heart, Lin Long no longer cares about the strange old man in the jade, accompanied Nanas, leisurely strolled out of the ancient street, and then slowly returned. In the urban management room...

Separated from Nanas in the urban management room, Lin Long rushed back to his room anxiously, and then carefully closed the doors and windows...

Looking back and looking at the old Sheng who came out at some point, Lin Long took out the stones and magic crystals he bought from his arms and said eagerly, "What else should I do if I get everything?"

Lao Sheng smiled, glanced at the stone on the table casually, and suddenly said, "Don't you look at the black iron sheet?"

"Huh?" Lin Long was stunned and hurriedly took out the black iron sheet, looked up and down carefully, and frowned, "What is this thing for?"

Lao Sheng took the iron sheet and smiled, "There seems to be a kind of luck in this, but the person who made the iron sheet may also be a spiritual person, so this iron sheet can only be felt by those who have great soul summoning power."

"Luck?" Hearing this, Lin Long's eyes lit up and hurriedly asked, "What level?"

Luck is on the continent of Nirvana, and its importance is no less than that of soul. A profound luck can make people exert far more powerful than themselves in the war examination.

Luck and dealing with people are generally, and they are also divided into four levels. The luck circulating among the public class in the mainland is only about junior and senior at most. Some high-level luck can only be obtained by going to some colleges or schools.

Of course, on the vast pole of the Nirvana continent, there is always some luck of predecessors. For various reasons, it was lost and finally obtained by a lucky person. Now the black iron sheet obtained by Lin Long may be left by a predecessor...

Lao Sheng turned over the iron sheet and smiled a moment later, "Nalingong: Xuanjie low-level!"

"Low-level?" The little face was slightly happy, and Zhang Gangyi's face thought of this junk bought at random, and even hid a mysterious luck. You know, the deepest luck in his urban management room is only the mysterious intermediate level, and only Han Chang and several people are qualified to learn.

"Na Ligong: When it is refined to a great success, it can absorb thousands of pounds of boulders. If it encounters the enemy, it can forcibly pull out the blood of the human body!"

"Pull the blood out of the body?" With a shocked face, Lin Long swallowed his saliva and said in surprise, "Isn't this... awesome? If the blood leaves the body, who can survive?

"Of course, this thing can only deal with opponents of lower or the same level than you. If they meet someone who is stronger than you, they will directly get close to you. Unfortunately, it's still you..." Lao Sheng threw away the iron piece casually and said lightly. It seems that his evaluation of this luck is not high.

Lao Sheng is a big shot with a high natural vision, but in Lin Long's eyes, this is a high-level luck. At present, he happily picked up the black iron piece and laughed, "Anyway, this effort is always much better than those ordinary luck in the urban management room. In the future, I will learn it..."

"Oh, with your three exam skills, it's amazing that you can suck up a branch, and you still want to suck human blood..." shook his head and said Lao Sheng.

Turning his eyes, Lin Long didn't bother to pay attention to the strange old man and laughed with an iron plate in his arms.

"Look at your appearance, it's a shame that a mysterious low-level luck makes you like this..." Shaking his head helplessly, Lao Sheng grabbed the magic crystal on the table and ordered to Lin Long, "Go get a big basin of water."

Looking at Lao Sheng as if he was about to start work, Lin Long quickly put away the black iron pieces and went to prepare...

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In the quiet room, Lao Sheng picked up the purple leaf orchid grass with his left hand and narrowed his eyes slightly. After a moment, he gently exhaled a breath. On his left palm, some white cold air suddenly came out...

The air conditioner has just appeared, and the temperature has risen a lot in the room.

Staring at the white cold air without blinking, Lin Long's heart was a little shocked. Although he knew the spirit man's gem-finding process, the soul gas was released and turned into substance. Even his father could not do it...

The face was indifferent, and the white cold air in Lao Sheng's hand fluttered slightly, devouring the purple leaf orchid grass... The cold air was churning, and the purple leaf orchid grass was burned into a small green **...

The right hand grabbed a purple-leaf grass again and threw it directly into the white air conditioner...

After throwing all three purple orchids into it, the green** obviously became much bigger.

Green**, constantly squirming in the cold air, the hot temperature, constantly burning the impurities in it...

With the calcination of the air conditioner, the green ** is getting smaller and smaller. After a moment, there is only about the size of a thumb...

Next, Lao Sheng threw two bonewash flowers into the air conditioner and melted them into the green** after calcination...

Next, it is to refine the magic crystal...

The three steps lasted for about an hour, but Lao Sheng's face was still energetic and did not feel tired at all.

An hour later, the hard magic crystal has been burned into a light green**, and the violent energy contained in the magic crystal has also been washed away by the magical stone...

In the palm, the white cold air gradually faded and finally disappeared completely.

Looking at a drop of jade-like color** suspended in the palm of Lao Sheng's hand, Lin Long rubbed his hand, and the summoning power of the soul made him clearly feel how abundant energy this ** is...

"Teacher, just take it like this?" Lin Long blinked and couldn't wait.

"If you want to die, just take it. With your veins, you will immediately become a real waste." At a glance, Lao Sheng flicked his fingers, and the emerald ** fell into the basin of clear water in the room. Suddenly, a basin of clear water turned into cyan.

"In the future, it is not difficult to learn here. With your learning talent, it is not difficult to reach seven paragraphs within a year." Lao Sheng clapped his hands and smiled.

Lin Long was full of joy and nodded hurriedly.

"Oh, I almost forgot that this kind of stone water can only last for two months, that is to say, you have to buy today's things every two months." Lao Sheng said with a smile.

The little face stiffened, and Zhang Gangyi nodded sadly.

"***, this thing can only be afforded by money..."

The warm sunlight penetrated through the cracks in the window, and the fine spots of light dotted the tidy room.

In the room, the mature man** sat cross-legged in the wooden basin, handed over his hands, and put a strange knot in front of him. His eyes were closed and his breathing was stable and powerful.

The wooden basin is full of cyan water. When it shakes slightly, it even reflects a little strange light, which is quite amazing.

The chest of a mature man is slightly, and there is a sense of rhythmicity between breathing. With the delay of learning time, the cyan water in the wooden basin gradually emits a faint airflow, and the airflow is slightly cyan, slowly climbing, and finally follows the mature man's breathing and penetrates into the body.

The air flowed into the body, and the little face of the mature man, which seemed to be resolute, suddenly emitted a warm jade-like luster.

It seems that he has noticed that the examination skills are becoming more and more full in his body. The mature man's small face raises a shallow and happy smile on his resolute face.

After tasting the sweetness, the mature man did not stop. His eyes were still closed, and the fingerprints on his fingertips were motionless, calm, maintaining the best learning state, and continuing to greedily absorb the gentle energy in cyan**.

The cyan water is stained with the skin of a mature man, slipping along the pores of the skin, slipping into the body of a mature man, warming the bones and washing the veins...