There are exactly six children carved from six roots, and each person takes one and scrapes it with a small blade, scraping off the powder little by little. It wasn't a good wood that was not very hard, but under the blade infused with spiritual power, the powder fell in a row.

Six children sit at half a table scraping wood, and five adults sit at half a table looking at rags.

Di Yuan suggested that it be burned, but Lin Yin objected.

"What if it's a treasure map? Hidden in a pattern? ”

Well, first of all, you have to wash it.

The four big men all looked at Frost Bloom.

Shuanghua was angry: "I'm a woman, should I wash it?" Qiao Yu, you come. ”

Qiao Yu: ... What do you mean?

More than a dozen cleaning techniques were thrown up, and the rags immediately became clean, revealing their original hemp white.

It turned out to be white...

Lin Yin nodded his finger at the table: "It's not for you to wash, it's that you women know more about fabrics, this pattern or something—is it not simple?" ”

Oh, that's it.

Shuanghua stretched out her head and looked at it carefully, and was very disgusted: "Very ordinary cloth, the kind worn by low-level monks, I don't know how many years it has been used." ”

How can there be a pattern, ordinary and ordinary, and there are no marks or anything like that, so there can't be anything else in those holes.

Take turns to check with your divine sense, inch by inch, and there is no problem.

Di Yuan: "Let's burn it with fire." ”

Lin Yin: "Use water first." ”

Ordinary water was definitely useless, he took a few bottles of prepared potion and carefully splashed it, except for getting wet, there was no other change.

Di Yuan: "Let me come." ”

Dragged and raised, the rag was wrapped in flames and hung above the table.

The six little ones who scraped the wood looked up, and then lowered their heads to concentrate on themselves. It's really strange that such a simple and monotonous thing as scraping wood is quite fun for everyone to do together.

Hu Nuan felt familiar in a trance.

Hu Qing: Of course you are familiar, do you still remember the manual work in kindergarten back then? Mom shaved you a foam board. That bubble is flying around, and it is not easy to sweep, forcing people to collapse.

The white rags began to turn yellow as soon as they were burned by the fire, and the cloth worn by the monks was somewhat waterproof. Di Yuan's fire is at the level of Yuan Ying, and it is normal to have this reaction.

Di Yuan didn't stop, it was still burning on a small fire, and the rags soon turned into a charred mass, and some places began to turn black, and little by little red in the black.

Normally, when the fabric is burned like this, it is wasted, and no one pays attention to it anymore.

Di Yuan did not move and continued to burn. The whole rag turned black, and the pieces burned red through the pieces, and in some places they cracked, and a whizzing green smoke rose and one was missing.

It didn't stop, it kept burning.

The rags became smaller, and the smaller rags did not shrink any longer, and all the black burned red, and the red gradually turned into the color of white smoke. The flames were wrapped in a changed rag, and there was no change on it. The flames retracted, and the smoky white cloth fell on the table.

The slightly thicker rag eventually became thinner and lighter than gauze, but it was not transparent, and the dark red of the table did not change the hazy and impermeable white.

With a flick of Shuanghua's fingers, the cloth of unknown material is like water, and the desktop is smooth as one, boxy, two feet long and wide.

So, what is this?

"It's such a clever method, and the divine sense of the five real people can't see through its true face." Lin Yin took a folding fan and gently slapped the palm of his hand: "That female disciple is called Zhou Lianqiao?" Is this what she wants? ”

In line with the relationship between the same door, Junbo calmed: "I don't know." ”

Shuanghua touched it, only to feel that the fingertips were rare and silky, and couldn't help but admire: "Compared with the shark silk, the shark is cold and cold, but this material is warm in the cold, if it is made into clothes, it will be comfortable." ”

Men: "..."

Shuanghua pinched a corner and picked it up, the material was really pouring like water, hanging down on his hand as if there was nothing, so light that there was no weight.

"It's not appropriate to make clothes, it's too light, doesn't it feel like you don't wear it? It's also too close, completely revealing the figure. "I can only make intimate clothes.

Men: "..."

Can't answer.

Frost Hua put the cloth back: "So, this is its final appearance?" Blank? Such a clever way to hide a blank cloth? ”

Lin Yin took the potion again and began to apply it, but there was no change.

At this time, Leng Ruo looked over: "Uncle Shi, use blood." ”

Blood?

Lin Yin's gaze fell on his little apprentice, and said, why is this baby fat still there?

Jin Xin wow: "Master, I'll go outside and arrest someone for you." ”

There are so many unpleasant things, why are you only staring at your own apprentice.

His eyes rolled as he smiled, and took the initiative to stretch out his wrist: "Master, let my blood go." ”

Lin Yin folded the fan and knocked it off: "I want to admit the master, right?" ”

Blood, he has. Demon beasts, monsters.

The blood of the demonic beast was black, and it did not react when it fell up.

The blood of the demon beast was blue, and it didn't react when it fell upside down.

Does it have to be human blood?

Lin Yin was ruthless and scratched his own blood, but he still didn't react.

Leng Ruo thought of Zhou Lianqiao's life experience: "Could it be that you want to use the blood of the demon clan or the demon clan?" ”

The adults looked at each other.

Jun Bo took a small jade bottle with a thick finger: "The blood of the seventh-order demon beast." ”

The four of them were slightly shocked, the seventh order, they can transform into shapes. The seventh-order demon beast is equivalent to a god-transforming monk, so it's not easy to do.

Everyone didn't ask where it came from, but watched Junbo open it carefully, tilt it carefully, and a drop of rich blood with gold fell on the cloth.

It was like a stone hitting the surface of a smoky white lake, swinging out in a circle with fine lines, and something faintly floated up from the bottom of the water, and then fell down halfway, and the water surface returned to calm.

Everyone held their breath, and there was really a reaction!

Jun Bo looked at everyone, and asked if he wanted to drop more, he just had such a small bottle, and he didn't get a few drops, I was afraid it would not be enough.

"Wait a minute." After Lin Yin finished speaking, he also took out a small bottle, but it was full of demonic energy, obviously containing the blood of high-level monsters.

Drop a drop, and the black-red, gold-soaked blood particles roll on the surface without any change for half a day.

Lin Yin hurriedly put it away, reluctant to waste it.

"It seems that this cloth only reacts to the blood of high-level demon beasts, or does it also react to the blood of demon clans?"

Lin Yin has always thought a lot, and he can think of anything that he doesn't have, so he couldn't help but think at this time: "The so-called providence in the underworld has its own providence, and every chance has its truth. If the opportunity of Zhou Lianqiao is here, then what will be the relationship between her and the demon? The blood of high-level demon beasts can make them react, and the eight or nine hidden in it must be related to demons. ”

Why did God give Zhou Lianqiao a demon-related opportunity?

Leng Ruo almost jumped up and applauded, her family, Lin Yin's uncle, is simply the wisdom of Chaohua Sect. Why? Of course, it's because Zhou Lianqiao is a demon that he has a sense of demon things!

Uncle Shi, go on, you can speculate and speculate that you can uncover the skin of Zhou Lianqiao!

Lin Yin turned around: "But in the end, it came to us, could it be that God gave us the opportunity to be here?" ”

His eyes swept over Hu Nuan and Lin Shu, and he couldn't help but be whimsical: these two look slower than others, are they of demon blood?

Seeing this, he fell down in a cold breath, uncle, your wisdom cultivation can't be at home.

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