In Lin Yun's expectation, Bing Qingying would definitely refuse in a rage, but he didn't expect Bing Qingying to be stunned on the spot and didn't speak again.

Lin Yun smiled and leaned his face closer to Bing Qingying, "How is it, Sister Qingying." ”

At this moment, Bing Qingying's face hidden under the mask was hot for a while, she didn't expect Lin Yun to make such a request to make a bet, which caught her off guard.

Seeing Lin Yun coming over, Bing Qingying hurriedly said, "Okay, but I can only take a look." I don't know why, she even has some expectations that Lin Yun can win.

"Good. Hearing Bing Qingying's agreement, Lin Yun replied with a grin.

Bing Qingying only felt that his face was hot, and hurriedly forcibly suppressed his nervous mood, and teased: "Isn't it the one you who has been failing just now?

Lin Yun thought for a few breaths and said, "I don't have anything that can make you tempted, but ......"

Before Lin Yun could finish speaking, Bing Qingying interrupted him, "Wrong, I'm quite tempted by this thing." After speaking, she pointed to Lin Yun's chest.

Of course, Lin Yun knew what she was referring to, what else could make a person who could tie with a master at the peak of God Refining value other than that mysterious Soul Suppression Bell?

However, the Soul Suppression Bell was given by Mo Bing'er, and Lin Yun didn't want to give it to others, so he pretended to be stupid and said, "No, I already have a heart......

Bing Qingying looked at Lin Yun with a smile, "I didn't expect you to be an amorous seed, just like your dead ghost master......" After speaking, Bing Qingying realized that he had said the wrong thing, and hurriedly closed his mouth and said no more.

But this short sentence directly shocked Lin Yun, what does this mean? His seemingly desireless master is actually an amorous seed?

The blazing fire of gossip ignited in Lin Yun's heart, and he excitedly grabbed Bing Qingying's snow-white wrist exposed outside his sleeve at once, "The master is actually ...... too"

Bing Qingying shook the mana on his wrist, quietly shook Lin Yun's hand away, and spread his hands, "No comment." ”

Seeing that Lin Yun was going to ask again, Bing Qingying pretended to be impatient and shouted: "If you don't bet, if you don't bet, I'll leave." ”

Lin Yun had no choice but to suppress the gossip fire in his heart first, and made up his mind, next time he returned to Snow City, he must ask Mo Bing'er for clarification, and hurriedly nodded: "Bet...... Bet ......"

"I don't lack anything, if you lose, you owe it, and pay me back with the baby in the future. Bing Qingying said.

Nodding his head and reining in his expression, Lin Yun gradually became serious. In order to concentrate more, Lin Yun put the index fingers and middle fingers of both hands together, and the other fingers were clenched and pointed at the temples on both sides.

In order to increase the success rate, Lin Yun only kept a thin silk thread of the Yuan Shen and connected it with the center of his own sea of knowledge. It was very dangerous to do this, once there was a master who had learned to directly attack the Yuan Shen and cut off that thin wire, it would cause Lin Yun's physical body to be separated from the Yuan Shen.

And after the monk who was in the realm before refining the god was separated from the body, the spirit would dissipate in the air after a few breaths of existence, which is what we call the soul was scattered, and the body lost the spirit of the body, and lost all the wisdom, thoughts, memories and even instincts of people, and became a walking corpse.

Lin Yun also fought for half his life in order to see Bing Qingying's true face, although Bing Qingying was there, he was very safe, but no one dared to guarantee that there would be no accidents.

Bing Qingying shrugged, secretly saying that this kid is really desperate, and then he took a few steps and opened a distance of one zhang from Lin Yun, as long as Lin Yun succeeded in transmitting the sound into the secret at this distance, even if Lin Yun won.

Lin Yun concentrated the Yuan Shen in his mouth and deformed it step by step, he carefully controlled the Yuan Shen, for fear that something would go wrong.

Many monks only mastered the transmission of sound into the secret after entering the realm of Zhou Tian, not that this small secret technique was difficult to that extent, but before Zhou Tian, the role of sound transmission and secret transmission was really not very big, like chicken ribs.

Under Lin Yun's careful control, the Yuan Shen did condense into the shape of a ring, and then with the elongation of the Yuan Shen, a hollow passage was gradually formed, but after the passage extended a distance of half a zhang, no matter how hard Lin Yun tried, the passage was not extended by another half an inch.

It was still too difficult for Lin Yun to control the Yuan Shen for a long time, and he was tired and sweated profusely after a while, purely because the spiritual power consumed by controlling the Yuan Shen was too large.

The range in which the Soul Bell can shield the Yuan Shen is about three feet in the front and back, and in theory, it can block all the Yuan Shen, but I don't know why, Lin Yun's Yuan Shen is not hindered in this range at all.

And Bing Qingying couldn't do it, she could only feel the Yuan Shen that extended three feet away from Lin Yun's side, but she felt that a small section of Yuan Shen was desperately struggling to move forward, but she couldn't move forward a single step, Lin Yun's face was already flushed.

After laughing dumbly, Bing Qingying said softly: "Okay, don't be reckless, it's time to be hurt if you are reckless." ”

Hearing this, Lin Yun seemed to be a deflated ball, and said with a wry smile: "This is really too difficult......

"Hmph, remember to honor me with the baby in the future, I'm leaving. Bing Qingying smiled.

"Okay......" Lin Yun felt that he didn't even have the strength to control his body to stand up.

Remembering the sound of breaking wind, Bing Qingying disappeared in the blink of an eye, and his speed was not much better than Mo Zixun's. Lin Yun sniffed the remaining aroma in the room, a little stunned.

Cooing, his stomach rang at the right time, and Lin Yun realized that he hadn't eaten for two days and two nights. Standing up leisurely and stretching, Lin Yun used the water in the basin in the room to tidy up his appearance, smoothed out the messy sideburns, and then went out of the door, after all, as a prison army, the image still has to be maintained.

There is no time to eat in the barracks, and it is difficult for even the commander to eat, unless he finds a small stove for the firehead army. Although Lin Yun also had this power, he didn't know where the Huotou Army was stationed, so he had to casually summon a small soldier standing on the sentry and tell the latter about these things.

The little soldier was overjoyed to be able to go to the club, who wanted to stand guard in the city, and hurriedly ran to the camp of the Firehead Army.

Lin Yun smiled slightly, walked out of the house, and walked around Panlong Town. There is no peace in Panlong Town, it is already full of sock ruins, and from time to time you can still see a few stinking corpses, which seem to have been dragged back from cleaning the battlefield, and find a time to bury them uniformly.

Fortunately, the people in Panlong Town were evacuated to other cities by Lin Beize early, otherwise in such a fierce war, I don't know how many innocent people would die.

After walking around, Lin Yun once again ran into the little soldier who had prepared food for him before, and the latter saluted Lin Yun respectfully and pointed behind him, indicating that the Huotou Army was preparing meals for Lin Yun in the camp in the open space behind.

Lin Yun waved his hand, let the little soldier go, and walked into the camp of the Huotou Army alone, not because of anything else, he was so hungry that he couldn't stand it.

There was a peaceful atmosphere in the camp, and the leader of the firehead army commanded everyone, kneading the dough, chopping the vegetables, and holding the spoon, which was incompatible with the bloody atmosphere outside the city. The age of the leader of the Huotou Army is not very old, that is, he is about thirty years old, and he was born with a fat head and big ears, and I don't know if it is because he steals food in the Huotou Army on weekdays.

With a sigh of admiration, Lin Yun walked into the camp with the smell of rice, and when the leader of the Huotou Army saw Lin Yun, he hurriedly saluted respectfully, nodded and greeted Lin Yun.

Lin Yun nodded, and didn't say much, he really didn't know what to say to this leader.

Seeing that Lin Yun didn't speak, the leader thought that Lin Yun was blaming him for preparing the meal too slowly, and hurriedly explained: "Prison Army, I have already sent my men to prepare your meal, and it is estimated that it will be ready in a while." With that, he stretched out his hand and pointed to a young firehead soldier next to him.

This young firehead soldier wrapped his head in red cloth, adding firewood while holding the spoon, and was in a hurry. The pots in the army are relatively large, and this young firehead soldier is too young, waving a huge spatula in his hand, which looks really difficult, and because of the proximity to the fire, sweat will soak through his clothes after a while.

The leader of the firehead army saw that the young firehead soldier was a little clumsy, and hurriedly scolded: "Yan Ming, you hurry up and hurry up for me, delay the prison army's meal, and Lao Tzu will skin you." ”

It turned out that this young firehead soldier was called Yan Ming. Yan Ming sped up a little more after hearing his immediate boss scolding. But speed and quality can never be guaranteed at the same time, just when Yan Ming poured oil into the pot, he accidentally poured the oil out of the pot.

This cauldron was directly on top of the firewood, so the moment the oil was poured out, the fire spread instantly, not only burning the vegetables in the cauldron, but also burning Yan Ming's face.

"Ahem, cough, cough ......" Yan Ming was directly choked by the oil smoke and coughed violently.

Seeing this, the leader of the Firehead Army raised his eyebrows, picked up the rolling pin that was more than five feet long beside him, and used all his strength to pump it towards Yan Ming's buttocks. The low status of the Huotou Army angered Lin Yun, and when the time came, the leader himself and Yan Ming would not be able to eat and walk around, but at this juncture, Yan Ming dropped the chain.

Seeing that the rolling pin was about to hit Yan Ming, Lin Yun hurriedly caught the rolling pin with a slap, and said to the leader with a smile: "It's okay, stand down." ”

The leader replied, glared at Yan Min hatefully, turned and retreated.

Lin Yun touched his chin, "Your name is Yan Ming?"

Yan Ming nodded, a little overwhelmed.

Lin Yun said leisurely: "Don't think about it, it's not easy to live here, your immediate boss is not very satisfied with you." ”

Yan Ming was silent.

Lin Yun continued: "Come to me if you have trouble, I will try my best to help you." Dropping such a sentence, Lin Yun turned around and ordered a few words from the leader of the Fire Head Army, turned around and left here. Lin Yun really sympathized with Yan Ming, the two were about the same age, but their fates were very different.

Walking out of the camp, Lin Yun smiled, adding fuel to the fire, oil can make the fire increase, how could he have forgotten such a simple truth? Lin Yun walked quickly towards the city tower, he had a new idea, a method that could allow him to turn over from failure.