It was a jet-black gun, with a strange sheen on its body, and the butt of the gun was attached to the young man's arm, which was actually integrated into his flesh.

"Hmm. ”

Old Raccoon, Jing Taichu and the others frowned, they could almost conclude that this gun was the legendary ghost gun, but they didn't expect that this gun was so weird that it was connected to a person's arm.

The jet-black gun style is very ancient, but it exudes a strange aura that makes people feel jealous.

At this time, the face of the young man changed drastically, and the former hurriedly pulled up the cloak and covered the young man's arm.

"Is this a ghost gun?" the old raccoon stared at Thorn Wuying, his expression softened, "Wuying, did you come to me to cooperate with you to save this young man's condition?

Thorn Wuying stood in front of the young man, and when he heard the old raccoon say the name of the gun, his face turned pale and showed a look of horror, and he had no time to perform any flattery.

Regarding the origin of the ghost gun, Thorn Wuying secretly explored for many years before collecting some information, but he didn't expect that the old raccoon would say the name of the gun.

At this point, Thorn Shadow's perception of the old raccoon has completely changed, and she knows that the Thorn Family's assessment of him is completely wrong, and this is an extremely terrifying character. Perhaps hundreds of years ago, the attack arranged by the assassin family was not escaped by the old raccoon, but was single-handedly defused by him.

"Mr. Tian, please go to the secret room and talk in detail. "Thorn Wuying sincerely invites.

The old raccoon bowed slightly, and with everyone, followed the thorn to a secret room behind the hall.

......

In the secret room, listening to the narration of the thorn shadow, everyone understood the whole story.

The young man with the ghost spear was named Mo Ganlan, and he had been in love with Thorn Wuying for a long time, but the matter between the two was blocked by the family. The reason for this is the same as that of the old raccoon and the thorn Anran.

But a few years ago, Mo Ganlan was unexpectedly trapped in a ruin on the outskirts of Red Willow City, and obtained this strange firearm, which fused with his body, causing it to undergo great changes.

This ghost spear continued to absorb the Yuan Force on Mo Ganlan's body, making him extremely weak, and he needed to continuously take high-grade genetic nutrient solutions to maintain his life, but after fusing with this ghost spear, Mo Ganlan's martial arts entered the realm extremely quickly, and in just a few years, he became one of the martial arts masters.

It is precisely because of Mo Ganlan's strength that the high-level leaders of the Assassin family allow the two to be together, however, Mo Ganlan must serve the Assassin family, act as a sharp knife of the Assassin family, and obliterate the enemies of the assassin family.

This may be a good ending for Mo Ganlan and Thorn Wuying, the two can not only stay together, but also the rich resources of the Thorn family can maintain Mo Ganlan's life.

However, not long after, Mo Ganlan discovered that the speed at which the ghost spear absorbed the Yuan Force was getting faster and faster, and with the replenishment of the gene nutrient solution, it was useless, and his life continued to weaken.

Therefore, with nothing to do, Thorn Wuying thought of the ruins of Red Willow City, since the ghost spear came from there, maybe he could find a way to rescue him there.

"That ruin, I guess lost a lot of your manpower. The old raccoon said suddenly.

Thorn Wuying nodded, a look of helplessness appeared on her face, in order to explore the ruins, she lost most of the masters in her hands. Because of this, her power in the Assassin family has been greatly reduced, and her status has also been threatened, but she still wants to find a way to save Mo Ganlan's life.

Previously, Mo Ganlan assassinated Sun Yan to no avail, and after returning from injury, a glimmer of hope sprouted in Thorn Wuying's heart. If such a master joins, it will be much more certain to explore the ruins, and you may be able to find a way to disarm the ghost gun.

"So, after assassinating me again to no avail, do you want to cooperate with me? Go to the ruins to find out?" The old raccoon sighed lightly, "What's the trouble, girl, since you know about me and An Ran, you shouldn't be obsessed with the affair." ”

"As long as Mr. Tian can save Ganlan, I am willing to give everything. Thorn Wuying gritted his teeth and said.

Beside him, Mo Ganlan struggled to stop, and as soon as he opened his mouth, the spear in his arm was shining brightly, as if absorbing his Yuan Force, making his face pale and unable to say a word.

"I don't dare to be interested in your assassins, including you. The old raccoon waved his hand, lowered his head and muttered for a moment, and said, "Forget it, for An Ran's sake, I'll help you this time." As for the reward, I'm very interested in this ghost gun, so I'll take it as a reward. ”

Hearing this, Thorn Wuying's beautiful eyes widened, and she couldn't believe her ears, she didn't expect that the old raccoon would help her for free. After thinking about it, maybe the great-grandmother of the Thorn Anran clan has an indelible position in his mind.

Next to him, Sun Yan and the others looked strange, they cursed secretly in their hearts, people who were familiar with the character of the old raccoon knew that this old guy would not be so kind. The reason why it is so refreshing is simply for this ghost gun, and everyone originally planned to go to the ruins on the outskirts of Red Willow City, and now there are thornless subordinates to be free cannon fodder, which is something that the old raccoon can't ask for.

However, Sun Yan and the others have no sympathy for the two of them, Mo Ganlan must have his hands covered with blood in the past few years in order to survive, and they will let Mo Ganlan and the others go, which can be regarded as mercy.

Immediately, the old raccoon remained silent and asked Mo Ganlan about the ruins, and he could conclude that it was the Jedi he had fallen into.

"The specific plan, I'll talk about it later, I'll help you treat this kid first, you can't last long like this. The old raccoon smiled like a kind elder.

Thorn Wuying, Mo Ganlan was overjoyed, the old raccoon is a master, especially the old raccoon and the boy wearing sunglasses, the strength is even more unfathomable, maybe there is a way to rescue, then there is no need to go to the strange ruins in the suburbs.

"Come on. The old raccoon glanced at Sun Yan, "This is one of my juniors, not only is his martial arts strength outstanding, but he also has something unique in healing, let him diagnose and treat it first." ”

Damn, old man, brother, I'm not good at healing.

Sun Yan scolded secretly, but he could only step forward in a hurry, raised his hand and grabbed Mo Ganlan in the air and landed on the recliner on the side.

With a flick of his fingers, a yuan force shot out, like a thin line, into Mo Ganlan's dantian position, and then followed in his body.

"Hmph!" Mo Ganlan trembled, her face was as pale as paper, obviously enduring great pain, but she didn't dare to make a sound.

After the previous assassination failure, Mo Ganlan knew that although this black-haired young man seemed to be at the age of a weak crown, his strength had entered the ranks of the title martial artists, which was unfathomable, and I am afraid that his real age was far as young as he appeared. Moreover, based on the age of the old raccoon, his descendants are at least hundreds of years old.

In the minds of Thorn Wuying and Mo Ganlan, they had long regarded Sun Yan as a senior master, and they didn't dare to offend.

If Sun Yan knew what the two of them thought, he would really cry and laugh, but it is no wonder that in the current Odin Star Field, the younger generation has only one hand of the title, and it is difficult for others to associate his true identity.

"Huh!"

Sun Yan was shocked, his Yuan Force was running in Mo Ganlan's body, and his physical condition was at a glance, and the scene he sensed was shocking.

Mo Ganlan's dantian and meridians are actually full of holes, like an hourglass, which should not be able to contain any yuan force. However, there is a strange energy that makes up for these sieve holes, allowing its elemental force to operate.

This situation was the first time Sun Yanshang had encountered it, and he was quite shocked in his heart, thinking that this might be the power emanating from the ghost gun.

Following Mo Ganlan's meridians, Sun Yan introduced a trace of Yuan Force into his right arm, but it was immediately hindered, as if a thick wall blocked his inner element.

This wall was the strange power that condensed in Mo Ganlan's right arm, a thousand times stronger than the rest of his body.

Sun Yan used his Yuan Force and tried to drill that trace of Yuan Force into Mo Ganlan's right arm, and the latter immediately let out a miserable cry, trembling all over, and was experiencing great pain.

"Yuan Li can't seep in?" Sun Yan frowned slightly, and his heart became more and more surprised.

He cultivated [Mixed Yuan Yin and Yang One Qi Strength], and comprehended several martial arts true meanings, and his Yuan Force was so permeable that I am afraid that no one in the world could stand out from it, but he was hindered so strongly.

"If you can't get into it like this, what about changing it to Long Yuan?"

The trace of Yuan Force in Mo Ganlan's body immediately changed, turned into a trace of Dragon Yuan, and drilled towards his right arm again. The latter couldn't help but let out a bitter roar, as if he was experiencing inhuman pain.

"This gentleman, you, you ......" Thorn Wuying's eyes flushed, trying to dissuade Sun Yan.

"Don't worry, I'll try again. Sun Yan shook his head and tried the last method.

Taking a deep breath, the Yuan Force in Sun Yan's body continued to compress, and it was the [Forging Yuan Jue] that continuously compressed the trace of Yuan Force in Mo Ganlan's body, trying to drill into his right arm.

After leaving the starry sky battlefield, Sun Yanshang was running the [Forging Yuan Jue] for the first time, but he didn't expect that it would be used on such an occasion.

This time, that trace of Yuan Force was not hindered, as if it was a swimming fish, and it lightly drilled into Mo Ganlan's right arm.

"What!?" Sun Yan was shocked, and in Mo Ganlan's right arm, he was shocked by the scene he sensed.

I saw that Mo Ganlan's right arm was filled with that kind of strange energy, and Sun Yan sensed that this was a blood-colored energy, which was extremely devouring, and there seemed to be a trace of spirituality.

When Sun Yan's trace of Yuan Force was injected into it, this blood-colored energy immediately swarmed up, wanting to devour this trace of Yuan Power. It's a pity that this trace of Yuan Force is the Dragon Yuan, and after the compression of the [Forging Yuan Jue], it is like an eternal and incorruptible alloy, which cannot be swallowed at all.

Sun Yan saw that in this blood-colored energy, there was something growing on Mo Ganlan's elbow, as if it was rooted in his body, and these blood-colored energy was the soil of that thing.

There was no doubt that that thing must have been the part of the ghost spear implanted in Mo Ganlan's body, and it was unthinkable that it would exist in this form.

After a slight groan, Sun Yan used this trace of Yuan Force, surrounded by heavy blood-colored energy, violently counterattacked, and in turn devoured this blood-colored energy.

Although Sun Yan's trace of Yuan Force was small, it was like an awl, rampage through the blood-colored energy, and he just caught a trace of blood-colored energy.

For a while, these two forces used Mo Ganlan's right arm as the battlefield and launched a tug-of-war.

Bang!

Mo Ganlan's body curled up, his whole body twitched violently, his eyes were already white in pain, he was almost fainting, his right arm was bent, showing a strange angle, and the ghost gun was even more radiant, it was actually uncontrollable, condensing a ghost bullet.