Li Baitian took out the spatula and hit Xia Yan on the head.
It's not very harmful, but it's very insulting.
Xia Yan's face instantly turned green: "Fellow Taoist, what do you mean, do you think I am a soft persimmon?"
Li Baitian tilted his head: "Isn't it?"
Xia Yan: "Which elder are you a disciple of? I am a disciple of Xiaoyao Peak. We can talk."
"There's nothing to talk about. Ten top-quality spiritual stones, or I'll carry you to the top of the mountain."
After saying that, Li Baizhen started to take action, preparing to carry Xia Yan on his back.
Xia Yan was frightened. He had reached his limit if he had reached this step. If he took another step forward, he might have a mental breakdown.
"etc!"
"Isn't it just ten top-quality spiritual stones? I'll give them to you!"
Xia Yan hurriedly said, and with a thought, ten more shiny spiritual stones appeared on the surface of the earth, full of spiritual energy and radiant.
"Wouldn't it be fine if it had been this way?"
Li Baitian put him down and then walked to Ye Gucheng: "Junior of the Ye family, don't blame me. If you do, blame your family. The Ye family has offended me. Please pay."
Ye Gucheng was very self-conscious. When he saw Li Baitian being serious, he took out twenty top-quality spiritual stones without saying a word: "I gave you Fairy Situ's share. Please don't embarrass me."
"Don't worry, I have basic professional ethics."
A wave of thirty pieces of top-quality spiritual stones came in, and Li Baitian was quite satisfied. He found that all of these true disciples were extremely rich, and they were all lambs that no one had ever slaughtered.
Ye Gucheng asked: "Fellow Taoist, I also gave you the spirit stone. Can you reveal your name?"
Li Baitian glanced at him: "This is Li Baitian."
After that, he quickly walked up the mountain and disappeared from the sight of the three people in an instant.
The true disciples were in a mess in the wind. Where did this ruthless person come from, and he was completely unafraid of the impact of inner fire on his spirit, and didn't even need to adapt?
Not to mention their curiosity, even Li Baitian himself felt strange.
Because the only experience he had to hone his mental power was to endure the severe pain caused by the flames during bone refining, but only a few times. With such an untrained body, how could he basically ignore the influence of inner fire? ?
Could it be because of the big black pot and spatula? The two items brought back from the Ershen Mountain have effects on mental attacks.
He could only explain it this way, because he couldn't think of any other answer. He couldn't really be mentally powerful, right?
After practicing for less than a month in total, he was able to achieve a ridiculous amount of mental power.
While thinking about it, he climbed to the top of the mountain and saw the fire in his heart.
It was a white flame mask, lying quietly on a tree stump.
The colors on the white mask are very beautiful and simple, and the black texture is outlined with a few strokes, making the mask seem to come alive.
Li Baitian walked up to the mask and heard seductive voices in his ears: "Put on me and you will be invincible!"
"Wear me and you will have abundant wealth!"
"Wear me, and you will be as beautiful as a cloud!"
"Wear me and your power will be unlimited!"
He shook his head, and instead of disappearing, the voice became clearer.
And there was a double image in the picture before him again. On the white flame mask, he saw countless faces, some were laughing, some were frightened, some were suspicious, some were angry...
All kinds of emotions were intertwined, roaring and roaring silently at him.
Li Baitian suddenly realized that something was wrong. Originally, his phenomenon of seeing hallucinations had not yet been reasonably explained. It seemed that the Heart Fire Mask would continue to create hallucinations for him.
If he subdues this fire, will he be able to distinguish which hallucinations he saw in the future and which hallucinations were created by the Heart Fire Mask?
He asked tentatively: "My name is Li Baitian, a full-level weapon refiner. Do you want to follow me?"
The bewitching voice disappeared.
It was replaced by a childish voice: "Do you think my pattern looks good?"
Hearing this, Li Baitian was stunned. This was actually Li Huahua's voice. Ordinary persuasion failed, and his inner fire began to imitate his family members.
"nice."
"How beautiful is it?"
"A few strokes, the style of a master."
Xinhuo stopped talking, as if he was choked.
"Why don't you speak? Do you look down on me?"
Li Baitian felt that he could not give Xinhuo time to think, so he picked up the spatula and banged it twice.
The white mask didn't respond. After a while, Li Baitian raised the iron pot and prepared to hit it hard a few times. Finally, Xinhuo spoke: "Why did you hit me?"
Li Baitian: "Why don't you reply? Do you want to follow me?"
Xinhuo: "I said from the beginning, just wear me, but you are doing too much by yourself."
"That's it?"
"Shouldn't you rather die than obey, and then I forcefully wear it on your face, and then you threaten to control my mind with a weird smile, and then you will be subdued by me after a life-and-death fight?"
Li Baitian was stunned. There were so many difficulties as promised. Why did he feel that he was not following the routine?
The white mask trembled, as if mocking him: "The mask is my mimicry. If you want to get a mask, just take it and put it on. There is no need to subdue it. As long as your mind can withstand me, you can naturally do it." Use me."
Li Baitian still didn't believe it, so he pretended to be serious and said: "What...what's the price?"
Xinhuo felt that the person in front of him was here to torture him, so he turned into Ye Qingmei and roared angrily: "Are you sick? Do you want to wear it? If you want to wear it, wear it. If you don't wear it, get out!"
"What are you yelling at me for? This is my first time coming into contact with special flames. Don't I understand?"
Li Baitian was unhappy, picked up the iron pot and smashed the mask twice.
The white mask stopped talking and just lay there quietly, exuding a strange and evil aura. Anyone who saw it would know something was wrong with it, but it was exactly what Li Baitian needed.
According to the memory of the weapon refining technique, this kind of flame that can give birth to spiritual intelligence must be very rare and very powerful.
Li Baitian: "Is it enough to wear it on you? No need to identify the owner?"
White Mask said something meaningful: "You must recognize the Lord. If you recognize the Lord, my flames will never be able to hurt you again."
Li Baitian was shocked: "Do you know my purpose?"
White Mask: "Of course, I am a product of emotions and a good player at playing with people's hearts. I can tell what you are thinking as soon as I look at you!"
He finally understood why Xinhuo was so straightforward, because he had no intention of recognizing his master at all.
Once he recognizes his master, the anger in his heart cannot hurt him at all, so what else can he use to refine his bones?
Thinking of this, Li Baitian said: "Then you should know that I am the most suitable for you, so don't make things difficult for me for a while."
The white mask trembled: "That's why I want you to put on the mask as soon as we meet. We are indeed the best partners. We each get what we need and win-win cooperation."
After calming down, he walked to the tree stump, reached out and picked up the white mask, and slowly put it on his face.
In an instant, dense negative emotions rushed into his mind.
Guilty, he was indifferent to Xia Xue's death, and even had the idea of refining his body. The shame made him shameless to live in the world.
Suspicions, there is the Jiutian Organization behind him, Sister Zha’s complete set in front of him, and the secrets between Rising Sun City and other forces, everything is connected, but he is the only outsider, and the anger rises at being manipulated at will.
Anxiety, the identity of a spy is like a stone in his heart, the secret of human beings turning into monsters, and the role of blood crystals. Once he thinks about his experience of turning into monsters, he can't help but feel uneasy.
All kinds of emotions surged into his heart, making the blood in his body boil.
"Made, you promised not to embarrass me. My head is about to explode. Brother, please lower the difficulty..."
