There was an office on the island, and Potlaim led Lin Qian's group of people inside, causing a considerable number of residents to be dissatisfied. This group of robbers, who had just been robbing their ships, had become the guests of the Great Elder in the blink of an eye.

A middle-aged woman came in with two cups of tea and respectfully served them to Portleme, but when it was Lin Qian's turn, she slammed it on the table, and most of the cup of tea spilled out again. As for the magician sitting in the lower ground, he didn't even have a cup of tea.

"Well, good tea! This cup of tea shouldn't be made by ordinary people, right?" Lin Qian casually found a topic to resolve the embarrassment.

"This is made with natural magic, and although it is a regular tea, it tastes much better. "President Lin has good eyesight, no wonder a hand bone can be seen to be a treasure." ”

Lin Qian looked smiling, but in fact, he was already secretly thinking about how to get back the hand bones.

"Who does the Great Elder think this hand bone should belong to?" Lin Qian first threw the question to the other party before deciding how to refute it.

"The treasures in my Nanyang land naturally belong to my Nanyang. ”

This sentence is true, according to the experience of the world before Lin Qian, everything in the land belongs to the state. But this is another world, and there are no laws, as long as it makes sense.

"The Great Elder's words are wrong, if it is an ownerless treasure, it belongs to you, but this treasure obviously has a master, and it should be returned to the original owner. Lin Qian's best rhetoric is to first lead the other party's questions and curiosity, and then answer them, and in the Calvin family, Lin Qian's use of this trick has played a big role.

"Who is the original owner?" Potlime's reaction was all within Lin Qian's grasp.

"Does the Great Elder know how many years this hand bone has been buried?

"Of course I don't know. ”

"The Great Elder doesn't know, I don't know, everyone doesn't know, but there was a creature who knew about it and dug it up. ”

"You mean the beast?" Potlime immediately understood.

"Yes, it didn't dig it by chance, but went straight to this island and dug it up directly, doesn't that mean that the hand bone was buried before?" Lin Qian said confidently, he believed that the other party would definitely not be able to refute his words.

"Even if it was buried, it never belonged to it before. ”

"Oh?" Lin Qian asked with a smile, "Who does that belong to?"

"God! This is God's left hand, not possessed by a giant beast. "Poolem already knew Lin Qian's thoughts, Lin Qian had tossed for so long because he would rather not get the hand bones on both sides than let the hand bones fall into the hands of Nanyang.

"Should you be old enough to keep it for God?" Lin Qian was also not to be outdone.

"God is dead, and his things are to be kept by posterity. Poolem immediately countered.

"God can't die, if he really dies, then he is not a god at all!" Lin Qian retorted loudly and-for-tat.

Silence, deathly silence. Potlime was in a complicated mood, he wanted to get rid of this daring boy immediately, he believed that no one could stop him from making a move, but he had too many concerns to do what he wanted.

"It's been a long time since anyone dared to talk to me like that. The wrinkles on Potlem's face shuddered, showing that he was trying his best to suppress his emotions.

"No, I think you're mistaken, not long ago, another dragon confronted you with the same words. Lin Qian looked back at Potlam's unkind eyes, and did not flinch in the slightest.

Portlem sneered twice, acquiescing to the fact that he had tied up Raymond.

Lin Qianxin said that he really guessed correctly, although this Raymond is quite timid, but after all, he is a bloody dragon clan, and he will definitely not give in easily when he encounters tough methods.

"Get rid of the threat of the beast, and the old decay will naturally let him go. ”

"Is that all there is to it?" Lin Qian asked.

"Yes, as long as the beast dies, the old man will be released immediately. Potlaim swore by it.

Lin Qian smiled, shook his head and said, "I think you misunderstood. I mean, helping you get rid of the beast, are we just getting the benefit of letting Raymond go?"

"Boy, do you really think you're qualified to negotiate terms?" Potlime was really angry this time.

A large number of vines instantly appeared in the room, completely entangled Lin Qian, and dragged him directly from the ground into the air.

"Let go of the leader!" several magicians shouted, and just as they were about to cast a spell, they were fixed in the air by the same move. No matter how they struggle, it's just useless.

"Do you figure it out now?" Potlime controlled the vines and pulled Lin Qian across from him, slightly lower than his gaze.

"What do you want?" Lin Qian was a little afraid, these vines were all thorny, it was easy to penetrate the skin, and this thing would suck people's life force and cause irreversible damage.

"It's up to you!"

"Then what if I don't figure it out?" Lin Qian originally wanted to give in for the time being, but suddenly his eyes lit up, and he replied a little bloodily.

"Do you really think that the old man will not dare to touch you?" Since this kid is shameless, Potlime will never be soft.

"Ah, it hurts! Hurry up, teacher, come out and save me!" Lin Qian just felt his skin being pricked, and he shouted incoherently.

"Hmph, the stinky boy didn't tell me when he came here, so you know a little bit first. As he spoke, an old man in white walked in from outside the house, and it was Lin Qian's teacher, the Phantom King of Ten Thousand Soldiers.

"Is that you?" Potlime stopped the spell as he waited for it, this old guy had defeated him last time, and this time he was afraid that it would not be good.

"Huh, your body is so fast?" asked the Phantom King with a look of surprise on his face, as if he had just seen Potlime.

The Great Elder knew that the other party was reminding him that this subordinate was defeated, and his face was blue and he did not answer.

As soon as Lin Qiantu was free, he hurriedly walked behind the Phantom King of Ten Thousand Soldiers, nominally respecting the teacher, but in fact, he was protecting himself in disguise.

"Teacher, why are you here?" Although Lin Qian was surprised by the savior at the critical moment, he still had doubts.

"It wasn't your two women who begged me to come, otherwise I wouldn't have come to this kind of place, and I flew across the sea for days, and I was about to grow scales when I ate fish. The old man kept complaining.

Those two women, pay me back, Lin Qian didn't dare to admit it. Before leaving, he told them not to tell the teacher about it, I am afraid that the truth should be that the old man inadvertently knew that he was coming. But fortunately he came, otherwise this matter would not have been easy to handle.

"Teacher, you are hardworking, and the students are worrying you. Lin Qian said sincerely, although the Ten Thousand Soldiers Phantom King was usually very arrogant, he was very attentive to Lin Qian.

The Ten Thousand Soldiers Phantom King snorted, which was regarded as a response to Lin Qian, and then began to question the main master: "Old fellow, while I'm not here, you want to beat my student's idea?"

"Young people are not sensible, old decay will educate you for you. "Can Poolem back down? Obviously not, he represents the dignity of Nanyang, and he can't back down at all.

"It's so lenient!" said the Ten Thousand Soldiers Phantom King dissatisfied, and turned back to ask Lin Qian, "What's the matter, you just now?"

"Raymond has been captured by them, and we have found God's Left Hand. Lin Qian said in a low voice.

The old man's eyes lit up, and before he entered the door, he saw the inhabitants of the island carrying a large piece of hand bone, which turned out to be the left hand of the god. If it's because of this thing, I'm afraid the other party won't give up easily, and when the time comes, a few more second elders, three elders or something, it's really hard to deal with.

"Genius treasure, the capable live in it. Who can control the hand bones, and the hand bones will naturally belong to whom, old guy, what do you say?" Although the Phantom King of Ten Thousand Soldiers was over 70 years old, he still shouted at Potlem, who was about the same age as himself.

"It's nature. The Great Elder pondered for a moment and said that he had no objection.

"The hand of God has always been a legendary thing, I don't know if it will be related to anyone, why don't we all give it a try?"

The group of people rushed out the door, came to the hand bone, stared at the skeleton with knuckles longer than their own, and imagined how powerful that "god" was.

"What's the matter with that giant beast?" the Phantom King of Ten Thousand Soldiers had apparently noticed the giant beast hiding behind the mountain and peeking at the place.

"It dug it up, and it knew from the beginning that there was something buried here, probably from before. Lin Qian briefly recounted what happened.

The old man reached out and touched the bones of his hand, which were as smooth as jade, it was hard to imagine that he could remain in this state after being buried in the ground for so long. The joints between the bones are clearly visible and translucent, as if these joints are still movable.

"It seems to be really a divine hand, I didn't expect to see it here, if Lipsus knew, he would definitely be angry. The old man muttered, not knowing what he was thinking.

Potlime silently watched him step forward and touch it, trying to find the key to controlling the hand bones, and couldn't help but say: "Ten Thousand Soldiers Phantom King, the old man reminds you in advance, the divine hand is not so easy to control. ”

"Really?" said the Phantom King of Ten Thousand Soldiers, "The old man likes to do things that no one else can do. With that, he made several gestures to the bone of his hand, and the words were in his mouth. A white light emanated from his hand, and he circled around the handbone for a long time, trying to figure out its structure.

"Huh?" the old man was a little surprised, this was obviously an ordinary hand bone, he didn't feel any magic fluctuations, and he didn't have any soul or consciousness. This is the left hand of God?

Potlime watched his every move, and the mockery in his eyes was exposed. He silently closed his eyes, and bursts of green light came from around his body, sinking into the bones of his hand. It took a long time for him to open his eyes, and the doubts in his eyes were even worse than those of the Ten Thousand Soldiers Phantom King.

Is this really the left hand of the gods? It's no different from ordinary bones! The only difference is that it's a little bigger than a normal hand bone.