Lin Du's victory was unexpected, but also reasonable.
Wu Xi's face turned pale. Now that he calmed down, all the joints in his body were in severe pain. Not only was it painful, but there was also a lingering coldness, just like a river with ice in early spring that ravaged his weak spots. I didn't feel much pain, but when I calmed down, I realized that every piece of ice had scraped away some of my flesh and blood.
He couldn't get up immediately.
A pair of unstained silver brocade magic boots fell into Wu Xi's eyes, and then the lingering voice sounded again, "I'm willing to admit defeat, nephew Wu Xi."
Wu Xi was a little surprised. Whether based on experience or the depth of his spiritual power, Lin Du's winning rate was only 10%, but when he reached the end of the fight, Lin Du seemed to have predicted the direction of his spiritual power every step of the way.
One is the reaction ability that has been trained for decades, and the other is the strong brain power that is constantly deducing and observing during the battle. He indeed lost.
Lin Du is really strong.
He covered his empty Dantian. It was obvious that a competition in May had exhausted his energy. He should have been extremely hot, but his back was clearly covered in cold sweat.
"In reply to Uncle Lin," Wu Xi struggled to speak, "I posted a message asking for medicine in Fusifang."
Lin Du clicked his tongue, "Is there anything you can't tell me?"
"Because... after that person took over the task in Fusifang, his request was not to leak the answer."
Lin Du frowned, "Then you still say that?"
Wu Xi didn't say anything. It wasn't right to say it or not to say it.
"What if I insist on you giving me that answer?" Lin Du lowered his eyes and said, "I remember that after Fusifang released the task, someone took the task and handed in the information, and the place would give the publisher a complete record. A message scroll?"
Her voice had a rare hint of coercion, "A useless scroll, exchange it for a life-saving ten thousand-year-old grass. It's your choice."
"You have to know that there is only one ten thousand-year-old grass left in this world. It's up to you whether you want it or not."
The two figures knelt and stood in a stalemate, but the adults watching over there started to make a fuss.
Ju Yuan stretched out his hand, "Give me money, give me money."
Pei Qin tried to refuse the bill, "If you want money, you will not risk your life."
Ju Yuan sneered, "You want to default on your debt? I will throw you back to Qingzhou City. Believe it or not, you drank a pot of Immortal Road Yin from me today. Hurry, the children are watching!"
Pei Qin cursed, "We sword cultivators are very poor. We only know how to fight, and we can't make money with our own skills."
"Am I the same? I am also poor. My eldest disciple's body is still broken, and the younger one is still growing. He is so poor that he can no longer support him. Hurry up." Ju Yuan patted his back, shook his head and sighed, like I won't be able to survive tomorrow.
Pei Qin gritted his teeth and took out the money. As he took out the money, he muttered, "You are a bandit!"
Ju Yuan took the money and hugged him back, "Good brother!"
Lin Du drooped his eyelids and looked impatiently at the man who had beads of sweat on his forehead, "It's almost time. I should go back to bed. Have you thought about it?"
She clearly did not let out the pressure of the Soaring Cloud Realm, and her aura was restrained, but standing in front of people made it feel like she was staring at the misty green mountains that were invisible.
Pei Qin wanted to step forward and say a word, but Ju Yuan held him tightly and could not escape.
Lin Du saw that Wu Xi still lowered his head and seemed to be struggling with something.
She laughed contemptuously, like the first yellow leaf falling in autumn, indicating the withering of a season, falling in Wu Xi's ears, piercing his precarious barrier with a prick.
"Uncle Lin, please."
Wu Xi took out a small scroll. The scroll was made of golden silk and looked quite rich.
Lin Du smiled, took the scroll, and walked towards Feng Chao.
There are only a few lines of words in the scroll, and the content of the message is written in vermilion ink, "In the inner treasury of the Supreme Sect, there is the long-extinct Ten Thousand Years Grass, which is more suitable than Wuweizhi for extending the life of people with broken golden elixirs. Now it is Used by Lin Du to extend his life."
Lin Du narrowed his eyes, turned his head and glanced at Ju Yuan, and an idea came to his mind for no reason.
Only a few people in the sect know about Mo Lin's natural spiritual bones, and only a few people know about her ability to drink Ten Thousand Years Grass to survive.
But these messages will just reach the ears of the people who covet them, and the people hiding behind them may be the same group of people.
Feng Chao urged her, "Go back to sleep and leave it to us."
Lin Du went back obediently, without sleeping. He climbed to Tianrui Peak in the middle of the night and found Jiang Liang who was about to start making elixirs.
Now that she had practiced her footwork, she walked without making any sound. She just stood aside and frightened Jiang Liang so much that his hands shook and he squatted down and shrank.
Lin Du:......
"You old man, don't think so. Why don't I kill a bastard for you and give you the shell, so you can shrink in first when you meet someone?"
Jiang Liang breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that the voice was that of an acquaintance. He didn't stand up and said in a low voice, "I'm screening for medicine."
"You're ready to start the furnace and you're still sifting out the medicine? Even though I haven't practiced elixirs, I've also read a book!" Lin Du reached out and picked up Jiang Liang's back collar, preparing to lift him up, "I'll take the Ten Thousand Years Grass I gave one away."
Jiang Liang originally wanted to resist, but when he heard these words, he stood up and pushed Lin Du's hand back, shaking his body.
"Are you crazy? Did you know that there are only ten plants in the sect, which is just enough for you to reach the hundred-year mark, and you give it to others??"
He picked up the fly whisk and was about to hit Lin Du head and face.
Lin Du was beaten so hard that he ran away with his head in his arms, "No, senior brother, please listen to my explanation."
"Explain it with a hammer, do you want to die? I'm working so hard..." Jiang Liang's words stopped abruptly because Lin Du threw a pill bottle to him.
"What's this?"
"I don't know, take a look." Lin Du stood still.
Jiang Liang opened the bottle and was stunned after just scanning it.
"These heavenly elixirs...where did you get them?"
There are four levels of fantasy in heaven and earth, and each level is divided into nine levels. Heavenly level is the rarest and most difficult to refine. Jiang Liang is the leader of the alchemy path because he can refine heavenly level elixirs.
"Picked it up in the secret realm." Lin Du said it freely. He couldn't let the matter about the system leak out. He took the risk to show it to Jiang Liang today because he was sure that he would not tell others about it.
Jiang Liang glanced at Lin Du again, put the lid back angrily, and said vaguely, "You're lucky, it works. You won't die. Forget it, just give him out as soon as you can, so as to save him from kneeling down again." I."
"When I'm still alive, that person kneels down on me. It's so weird."
Lin Du smiled and said, "I also want to send my master off in person. How can I die so early?"
She said this as if she wanted to bid farewell to Yan Ye. Jiang Liang raised his eyelids and glanced at Lin Du.
"Yan Ye told me before that when you were practicing footwork, every time you stepped on the air and fell, there would be a section where you would go straight down without any support from your spiritual power, as if you were determined to die. He asked me if I could detect any abnormality by checking my pulse."
"I said that I am a living judge, not the real King of Hell, and taking a pulse is not a fortune-telling."
Jiang Liang paused, then turned his head to pack his things, leaving only Lin Du's back, "There are so many of us holding you, not to let you die."
Lin Du blinked, "I don't have that plan yet."
Jiang Liang just snorted coldly and said nothing.
When Lin Du said those words, he really thought that Lin Du didn't want to live anymore.
The last one was originally meant to be reserved for Lin to pass the century mark, but what if that one was missing?
"Why did you give him the herb? Just because you didn't want to embarrass me?"
When the things on the table were finally gone, Jiang Liang turned to look at her.
Lin Du lowered his head and smiled, "They all already know that Wu Xi came to the Supreme Sect several times and sent a mission to Fusifang, and someone took over the mission, so this news is no longer a secret."
"If we don't give it, it will be difficult for us in the Supreme Sect to be human. What if someone comes to ask about it later? After all, I am still alive and well. It is difficult for us to say it."
"Just spread the word, and the last one was given to Wu Xi, completely cutting off the outside world. Anyone who wants it can just find Wu Xi."
Lin Du chuckled at the end of his sentence, and Jiang Liang let out a chuckle, "You should think less, you are so sleepless at night and thinking so much, you deserve it..."
"By the way, is this why you came here to tell me?"
Lin Du shook her head and looked out the window. There was a thin layer of moonlight and thick fog wrapped around Tianrui Peak. It was like a haze that could not be blown away, making it impossible for her to see the way outside.
"I just had a fight with someone and gained some insights. Senior brother, let me practice Tai Chi again. Come and see, is it still aerobics this time?"
Jiang Liang's expression froze, "You're up so late at night and you want me to teach you how to practice?"
Lin Du looked like a student who called his math teacher to ask questions for a competition at midnight, looking at his senior brother eagerly.
Jiang Liang flicked the fly whisk resignedly and said, "Practice! Practice!"
