Through the silver round badge worn on Yin Lan's chest, the Spirit Venerable wearing a horned battle helmet also confirmed Yin Lan's identity as a four-star student of the Refining Saint Tower.

"Whew!"

The Spirit Venerable hooked his fingers downward, and a huge restraining force completely imprisoned Yin Lan, causing him to fly into the air.

"You are a commoner, you dare to kill a nobleman, and the identity of a four-star student of the Refining Saint Tower can't keep you!"

The Spirit Venerable wearing a bull horn battle helmet grabbed Yin Lan's void, looked at Yin Lan a few times, and snorted coldly.

Then, the perception of this Spirit Venerable carefully probed the headless corpse below, trying to understand what the other party's identity might be.

Suddenly, after the Spirit Venerable finished probing, he suddenly turned his fierce eyes that flickered with flames, as if he wanted to find something from Yin Lan's body.

He found that the headless corpse below was actually a fifth-level spiritual cultivator, and he was also holding a fiery red war knife in his hand that was faintly similar to the corpse's aura, this war knife was actually a superb craftsman!

Before, he was in the Noble Affairs Mansion, and received a signal from the distant noble bead being crushed, and he only knew that a baron was in danger and the location of the danger, and he didn't know what the specific identity and strength of the baron who asked for help through the noble bead was.

When he came here, he probably glanced at the whole scene, and felt a little strange - this young boy in bright silver armor was just a murderer at the level of an eighth-level spirit martial artist, and the baron who could be killed by him was probably not even able to reach the realm of a spirit cultivator, and such a weak baron, the entire Dahua Kingdom didn't seem to be able to find a few.

But now take a closer look. He only found out that the baron was actually a fifth-level spiritual cultivator with the best craftsmanship, but he died at the hands of this young spiritual warrior. He was shocked and angry, this kid is not the real murderer!

"Who is the murderer. Say!" The Spirit Venerable, who was wearing a bull horn battle helmet, stared at Yin Lan with his eyes like two sharp ice blades.

"Lord Lingzun, I killed this person, but I just wanted to protect myself, he suddenly appeared and wanted to kill me, so I fought back to defend myself, I didn't know that he was a nobleman, and I asked my lord to know it. ”

"Presumptuous!" the face of the Spirit Venerable wearing the horned battle helmet suddenly sank. This young spirit warrior is not ordinarily bold, his face is not red when he lies, his heart does not beat, and he does not even fight drafts.

Is it possible for a Spiritual Martial Artist to kill a fifth-level spiritual cultivator, and to be a fifth-level spiritual cultivator with a superb crafting weapon? It is simply an insult to the IQ of this dignified Spiritual Venerable!

At this time, Yin Lan, who was restrained by the Spirit Venerable, suddenly gritted his teeth, the bright silver battle armor on his body trembled suddenly, and the surrounding air was frantically compressed. A huge wave is formed, and the whistling sound of the raging waves can be faintly heard, which is a harbinger of the "Wind Rises" effect of the Canglan Outfit activation.

At the same time, a blood-red glow. Burst violently from him.

Psionic rage!

Spiritual Blood Body Method!

Yin Lan activated the effect of the Canglan suit, and burned his qi, blood and spiritual power, as if he wanted to break through the invisible restraint on his body.

"Huh?" the Spiritual Venerable wearing a horned helmet. The light in his eyes flickered like fire, and suddenly froze. Blooming with an unbelievable look.

Although Yin Lan did not break through his restraints, his body was still imprisoned without moving. He couldn't even struggle, but at this moment, the amazing strength that Yin Lan, an eighth-level spiritual martial artist, burst out, had reached a level comparable to that of an ordinary sixth-level spiritual cultivator!

"An eighth-level spirit martial artist can burst out with such power, could it be that the murderer is really him?!"

Baidian County Town, County King's Mansion.

"Qingliansu...... Extraction successful?"

"Yun Mo Lingzun really succeeded, father, Qing Qi he was saved, the method that Brother Yin Lan gave me is true!"

This is a carved beams and paintings, full of ancient meaning, the handsome young man Fan Qingxuan, suddenly excitedly lowered his voice, shouted, lost the usual young and old temperament, next to him stood a middle-aged man wearing a python robe, noble bearing.

This middle-aged man is called his father by Fan Qingxuan, and his identity is self-evident - Fan Yao, the king of Baidian County, one of the most powerful dukes in the Dahua Kingdom!

Not far in front of Fan Yao and Fan Qingxuan's fathers, there was an old man with long eyebrows suspended cross-legged in mid-air, surrounded by many prayer lotuses, ethereal and vast, and his body flashed with a misty pale green light, full of endless mystical meaning.

This is a Spirit Venerable, and, judging by the breath, it is still a Wood Spirit Venerable.

Call!

The pale green light around the elder with long eyebrows suddenly retracted, and all the prayer lotuses around him instantly withered, dried yellow, and turned into pieces, leaving only a trace of green airflow, which gathered together and condensed into a small green droplet in the palm of the palm of the elder elder with long eyebrows.

"King Fan Jun, this thing contains a very strong nourishing breath of the divine soul, it should be Qingliansu, the old decay lives up to expectations, and it has been refined. ”

The old man with long eyebrows opened his eyes, and in a pair of eyes, the eyeballs were actually dark green, and he didn't see how he acted, but he suddenly appeared in front of Fan Yao's father and son, and handed out the green droplet.

Fan Yao's face was not angry and arrogant, showing a hint of joy, his fingers emitted light, wrapping the green water droplet, and sensing the nourishing breath of the divine soul contained in it, the joy was even greater.

This is definitely the legendary Qinglian that only the top families in the mainland know the refining method, and it must not be wrong!

"Brother Yun Mo, thank you for your help, these spirit crystals represent the gratitude of this king, please don't refuse. With a wave of his hand, many crystals like transparent ice cubes appeared out of thin air, pushing them in front of the elder Yun Mo Lingzun.

"King Fan Jun, you are too polite. Yun Mo Lingzun smiled slightly, pushed the spirit crystal back to Fan Yao, and sighed: "Qinglian Su is a treasure that I only heard of its name before, but I didn't see it, and it is difficult to find traces in those high-civilization empires, all of them are controlled by the Shanlan clan, and now I can know the refining method of Qinglian Su, which is already a great benefit, how can I still have benefits?"

After speaking, the elder with long eyebrows paused slightly, looked at Fan Qingxuan again, and asked: "Shizi, who is the person who gave you the Qinglian refining method, who is sacred? If you can, please tell me that the old man is willing to visit in person and ask for some secret matters." ”

Fan Qingxuan's delicate little face suddenly became a little serious, and he arched his hand to the elder elder with long eyebrows: "Yun Mo Lingzun, that stranger only left the method of refining, and did not tell his identity otherwise, and the younger generation does not know, look at Yun Mo Lingzun Haihan." ”

"Although it is a pity, it is a blessing to be able to know the method of refining Qingliansu, and the son of the world does not have to mind. The old man with long eyebrows smiled and nodded, looked at Fan Yao again, and said, "King Fan Jun, the old man will take away this thousand prayer spirit lotus, and three days later, he will send the Qinglian Su who has been successfully refined and say goodbye." (To be continued......)

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