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That is what scientists say, the left brain is the main 'desire', and the right brain is the main 'morality'. What the Shangjin Immortals need is a Tianyi knife with an endless desire to become stronger, not Tan Qingsheng, who is indecisive in everything and thinks about escaping Kunlun all day long.

But where did this woman's voice come from?

Why did such a voice come from the important place where traitors were imprisoned? With a lot of doubts, the middle-aged man glanced at it cautiously.

It turned out that there was a woman on Tan Qingsheng, who was full of hollow faces and like a puppet. Naked and breastless, the fat of the white flowers looks a little disgusting at night, and the thick lap calves are like sows bouncing on the scales.

The moment he saw that back, the middle-aged man had goosebumps, and at the same time figured out where she came from.

I only heard the woman cheering excitedly, cursing loudly, and slapping Tan Qingsheng hard and powerfully.

His nose bone was broken, the corners of his eyebrows were cracked, and the sticky blood seemed to make the woman even more happy and forgetful, and she didn't notice the middle-aged man in the shadows.

'It's Elder Poison!!'

By the way, it seems that this poisonous scorpion woman once courted the sky in Kunlun, but she refused after being cursed. I thought that Elder Poison would be stable from then on, but if she was imprisoned with a knife today, she would come to save face. ’

The middle-aged man frowned angrily, the timing of his arrival was too coincidental, today all the high-level elders gathered in the Kunlun Hall to hold a meeting, and the prison guards weakened, could it be that the poisonous elders also took the opportunity to take advantage of the loopholes?

He was full of anxiety, and he only hoped that Elder Poison would end this 'farce' quickly.

The middle-aged man waited for half an hour before Elder Poison got dressed and walked out satisfied. She was a small, bucket-like woman with her nails painted with a strange black dye. The poisonous elder turned his head and looked contemptuously at the depths of the cell: "Self-sustaining and high-mindedness, didn't you become a plaything in the end? ”

After that, the poisonous elder twisted his waist and left, and the middle-aged man waited for a while before he breathed a sigh of relief, opened the iron fence and stepped into it.

The middle-aged man immediately smelled an indescribable smell. He frowned, pinched his nose vigorously, the strange smell was mixed with several places of rotten flesh on Tan Qingsheng's body, it smelled unpleasant and pungent, and he almost fainted in front of him.

Looking at it, Tan Qingsheng, who was tied to the iron pillar, opened his eyes blankly, dying, his eyes were dry like the ground cracked after a great drought, and two lines of dried blood and tears flowed out of the corners of his eyes.

Aside from the faint sound of breathing, which proved that he was alive, he was almost indistinguishable from a dead man.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man's heart was furious, and he didn't know how the poisonous elder could do it against a 'living dead'.

Tan Qingsheng's eyes did not show much brilliance, Elder Poison left, and the middle-aged man came in, and he did not show much expression fluctuations. In fact, his pupils were a little dilated and delirious, and he could only see the vague outline of the person in front of him.

Tan Qingsheng wanted to speak, but his mouth seemed to be poured to death by cement, and he couldn't give birth to any strength in his body.

"It's miserable. The middle-aged man sighed again. He groped in his arms, took out a light red pill, pried Tan Qingsheng's mouth open, and wrapped the pill with internal force and sent it in.

Looking at Tan Qingsheng, who was delirious, the middle-aged man suddenly understood why so many female monks in Kunlun missed him. That face looks like a wounded little animal, which involuntarily stimulates the motherhood in a woman's bones, and Tan Qingsheng himself is also picturesque, like a woman, the middle-aged man thought maliciously, maybe the poisonous elder has a special hobby, and completely treats Tan Qingsheng as her half-female and half-male son?

"Ahem. Cough. ”

A slight cough sound came from Tan Qingsheng's throat. His chest jerked and heaved, spitting out a large amount of purple-black bruises, which looked extremely terrifying. But on the other hand, the face is much better.

"Now, you should be able to hear me clearly, right?" The middle-aged man smiled lightly and stretched out a hand and shook it in front of Tan Qingsheng.

The dark pupils swayed with the middle-aged man's hand, and although Tan Qingsheng still couldn't speak, he already had a certain consciousness.

The middle-aged man said in a condensed voice: "Listen, I want you to do one thing." ”

"I'll put the Soul Bead next to a statue at the foot of the West Mountain, and you take it and give it to someone. ”

Tan Qingsheng looked at the middle-aged man puzzled, with a trace of bitterness in his eyes. He is now a prisoner, and the Shangjin Immortals are constantly torturing his will, wanting to completely destroy the personality that is 'Tan Qingsheng'. At that time, he will become a machine that only obeys Shangjin, how can he help others?

"You'll be out of here in three days. Someone is coming to ransom you. The middle-aged man's expression was a little indifferent, "That's all I can do, and the rest, you can figure it out by yourself, and it has nothing to do with me whether it succeeds or not." ”

The middle-aged man is ready to leave, for fear that it will change later. At this time, Tan Qingsheng's lips moved, and the middle-aged man glanced at him, "You ask me, who is here to save you?"

Anyway, it's not a secret, the middle-aged man said bluntly: "Lin Qixuan." Throwing down the name, he hurried out.

In the dark cell, there was only the sound of water droplets dripping, perhaps because of the effect of the elixir, Tan Qingsheng's eyes were a little more bright.

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In the early hours of the next morning.

After a night's rest, Lin Nan opened his eyes and felt refreshed. He stretched comfortably, and found that the three spirit stones beside the pillow had been exhausted, and the internal qi in his dantian had recovered to more than fifty percent.

This is absolutely impossible if it is placed in the Sahara Desert, there is a dragon vein under Mount Emei, and the aura is far more abundant than the outside world, otherwise the dantian is exhausted and wants to fill it, which is a time-consuming and laborious job.

Lin Nan opened the curtains, the dazzling light came in, the sun was bright outside, and there were no clouds, he was in a much smoother mood, so he went out and played a few sets of tiger punches.

Then, the gaze rests on a token in his arms. It was the Sword Refining Pavilion 'pass' that he begged for from the master last night, and with this token, he could choose a natal flying sword.

"Without further ado, go now. If the legend of the Sword Refining Pavilion is true, maybe I can get an immortal weapon, and then I can be sure of fighting to build the foundation again. ”

Lin Nan's body is full of motivation, there are still three days left before the day of going to Kunlun, and he wants to become stronger in three days as much as possible.

Through the battle with Fengqing Sword Immortal in Emei, Lin Nan figured out a lot of things. His Thunderstorm Sword Domain can indeed pose a threat to Zhuji, but it is only in the early stage!Moreover, the consumption of internal qi in the Thunderstorm Sword Domain is massive, if it exceeds ten breaths, Lin Nan will not be able to hold on, and if it continues, his life will be in danger.

But it was still too difficult to kill the foundation in ten breaths, and now against a monk of that level, Lin Nan still had to take thirty-six strategies as the best strategy.

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