Chapter 67 Half-baked

ps: I'm not very comfortable today, and my body temperature seems to be a little high... Sad! But there is no manuscript, so I can only code words faintly. I can't write well. Please forgive me!

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Yin Yifan stopped when he heard the sound and stared at the place where the old man was sitting. He saw black air all over his body. For a moment, the place where he sat was burned to ashes. There is a strong burning smell and some inexplicable fishy smell.

"This old man has saved himself anyway. He can't watch him happen without help." Yin Yifan paused slightly, although he had always said that the old man had rudely captured him, making him separated from Qi Run. But that's just what he lied to himself. He knew that if the old ghost hadn't appeared that day, he might not have been able to get rid of it and be captured by the Fan family sooner or later.

After a long time, Yin Yifan resolutely stepped forward, with a grim face and galloped away. That speed is so fast that there is no hesitation any more.

The old man only cares about suppressing the internal injury and can't relax. Feeling that Yin Yifan approached himself without listening to the advice, he couldn't help frowning.

Yin Yifan fell in front of him in a blink of an eye, only half a step away from the black gas rising all over the old man's body. The corner of the clothes trembled slightly, and it was accidentally touched. The sound of magnetism suddenly sounded, and then the corner of the clothes seemed to be burned, and the black flames rose.

Feing the burning corrosion power from the black gas, Yin Yifan was afraid for a moment. If he accidentally touched his own body, what kind of scene would it be?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look terrible and very afraid. His body was shocked and quickly formed a cold seal with one hand. The power of extreme cold spewed out along the bloodline, with a squealing sound, taking advantage of the "fire" was still small and was extinguished in an instant.

"What is this?" Yin Yifan wanted to ask, but found that the sudden sound might affect the old man, which suppressed the doubts in his heart.

The old man didn't open his eyes, but his face was full of fear and shouted, "Don't touch it, or you will die!"

Yin Yifan took a breath of cold air and shook his face.

After a long time, he seemed to think of something and said to the old man, "Let me help you."

The third samadhi meeting!

Yin Yifan's hands formed a fingerprint, and the pale frost suddenly burst out, and he meditated in his heart: "If you are not confused, you will not be confused. If you are not confused, your god is like hard ice, and you will not be confused..."

Looking from afar, I saw pale frost, with a little cold, slightly exploring the dark curtain around the old man's body. At the moment of contact, the whole grassland suddenly flashed, except for the black light that was surging from the beginning.

The white frost also lingered away unwillingly, drilling into the dark curtain, and then dissipated instantly after shining for a moment. As if a moth was extinguishing the fire, it always repeated the same process, but it was endless. Gradually, the momentum of the black flame also weakened a little.

At the same time, a magnificent faint gray power rising from the self-trained old man's body also swept away to the black flame. Pale, gray, dark, surrounded by three colors, stirring up the wind, like ghosts, with a fierce and evil spirit. At first glance, it is quite a bit of a scene.

With the passage of time, Yin Yifan's originally plain face unconsciously showed a trace of fatigue. The cold current in the blood was a little stagnant due to excessive squandering, and his body surface showed a green color.

It has been almost half an hour on the grass. The original fresh and elegant environment has already been a mess. There are crumbs of grass everywhere, mixed with soil and dilapidated. It was supposed to be a vibrant green meadow, but now it seems to have been swept by a fire and then swept by flames. The soil is uneven and emitting a burning smell. There are cracks and ravines everywhere, as if an old cow has ploughed, and there is almost no place to stand.

Finally, the old man stretched out his hand to the top of his head. After a drink, a small hole broke the whole space. It seemed to be a black hole, and the whale swallowed the black flame like a tiger. Before long, the black flame, which had been weak for a long time under the joint hands of Yin Yifan and the old man Lian, was completely drained.

"Hm..."

The old man was relieved and gushed out a mouthful of black blood. His originally pale face turned white at this time. Yin Yifan gasped deeply. Due to exhaustion, he turned to his body, but his mind was still awake.

The old man took a look at Yin Yifan. Although his tone was not good, there was a touch of gratitude and appreciation in his eyes and said, "You are so reviled, you are a kid who doesn't know the current affairs."

Yin Yifan's expression moved and stared at the old man, as if to see through him. His words were awe-inspiring and said, "Who are you?" Obviously, he has great magic power, but he looks like a bad old man who won't live long.

Then, the old man Lian's face was stunned for a moment, and his words were a little erratic. He stared at Yin Yifan with a pair of old eyes and slowly said, "You can call me a senior practitioner..."

"An old ghost!"

Yin Yifan turned his head and rudely interrupted him. Because I was separated from Qi Run, I still felt a little pimple in my heart.

The old man didn't say anything, but silently stared at the stubborn teenager, as if he could see the pimples in his heart. After a long time, he said coldly, "You can go and find your sister. However, with your ant-like strength, even if you find it, what can you do?

This time, it was Yin Yifan's turn to fall into silence, stunned, and his words were calmer. Instead, he asked, "Is your injury serious?"

"You can't die, but you can't live!" The old man said with a calm face.

For a long time, Yin Yifan supported it with his hand, slowly sat up straight, looked at the old man, moved the corners of his mouth, and said, "So, what's the use of finding me?"

"hehe." The old man was still like this, moody, coughed gently and asked, "Do you want to become stronger? Do you want to be respected by all people?"

"Hu..." Yin Yifan took a deep breath, sighing at the old ghost's pervert in his heart, and wiping the cold sweat on his forehead without leaving a trace.

Although, he is still a little excited. Although he had already guessed something, when he really heard a peerless strong man talking to himself like this, his mood was self-evident.

"Caster?" However, Yin Yifan's city government is far from comparable to ordinary peers. Naturally, he knows that there is no free lunch in the world, so he made a sloppy move first.

What's wrong with the casting engineer? If you want to refine well-made weapons, don't you also need a strong power as the foundation? The old man began to get serious.

"The alchemy caster must first control the fire. I still understand this truth. Can I become a caster?" Yin Yifan felt that what the old man said was very reasonable. Even if he was a little interested, he asked the doubts in his heart.

"Can! That's why I came to you." The old man said affirmatively that his face was extremely firm.

"Me?" Yin Yifan blinked his eyes and asked again, "What's the reason for me?"

The old man slowly stretched out a hand, gently stroked his beard, and said mysteriously, "Just because of your extremely cold constitution."

"Extremely cold constitution?" Yin Yifan was stunned again, then nodded and asked, "What level of caster are you?" The lowest evil master should be impossible. The engineer? Anyway, you also have a seven-yuan realm, more than that. Earth engineer? I think so. It is said that there will be no celestial engineer for hundreds of years.

The level of casters in the Dayuan world is divided according to the weapons that can be cast. Weapons are divided into weapons, weapons, earth weapons, and heavenly weapons. Naturally, the caster is divided into the evil master, the master, the earthenware master, and the heavenly instrument master. In each large level, it is divided into three small steps.

The old man smiled faintly, looked a little self-deprecating, and said, "Actually, I'm just a half-baked caster."

"What?"

Yin Yifan's pupils shrank slightly and shouted.

The old man smiled slowly. At this time, the old face seemed to be an old bark with ravines. The vicissitudes of life slowly appeared, saying, "Who has been crazy for many years in life? It's so high that I can't measure myself. In the end, it is always high or low.

He slowly stood up and shook his body slightly. He was strong, but now he looked a little older. Looking at the sky, his face is also a little unwilling.

"The way of casting I pursue is the most profound and mysterious cold casting!"