When the other party heard this, he smiled slightly and behaved more enthusiastically: "Okay." I have 12 big-winged wind-walking bird eggs here, with a premium of 30 percent, which is only worth three waste pills, and I can give them to you together. ”

Han Lin shook his head and bargained: "It's high, ten percent at most!"

If you have a big-winged walker, the bloodline is okay......

"Deal!" the other party's cold voice came.

When the black-robed male cultivator was in his own sect, he was also a responsive figure, so he naturally didn't bother to argue with the other party.

Pay the money in one hand and take the goods in the other.

Han Lin took out the contents of the storage bag.

It was the twenty-eight squares of wind-breathed clay condensed and formed, and eight fist-sized large-winged windwalker eggs.

Han Lin blew lightly, opened the protective shield on his face, and then slowly sank his mind into this thing.

"Do Daoyou still have the Tsukidan Waste Pill to be exchanged?"

The other party was not in a hurry, and said with a smile.

At the same time, the face hidden under the human skin was staring at Han Lin with a malicious gaze.

Seeing Han Lin put the big-winged wind-running bird egg into the spirit beast bag, the corners of his mouth showed a sarcastic mockery.

"No...... It's all over!" Han Lin pretended to roll his eyes and waved his hand.

"Oh, really?"

The tone of the rhetorical question showed that the black-robed man didn't quite believe what Han Lin said.

Han Lin didn't care about the other party. Believe it or not. He stood up, took a few steps back cautiously, gave a salute, and left the room.

In this way, the auction of the secret market is over.

After Han Lin left, the black-robed man wiped the wooden box containing the Tsukidan Waste Pill in his hand, and a fierce and decisive look suddenly appeared on his face.

At night, Han Lin's expression was solemn, and he returned to the dream space with the small Five Elements Yuan Magnetic Soil and Wind Breath Clay that he had harvested during the day.

"This black-robed monk of the Thousand Clouds Sect is really dishonest. ”

He frowned and snorted coldly.

The complexion is not pretty.

The other party actually used the power attached to the eggshell itself to secretly leave a tracking mark on the big-winged windrunner egg.

"It seems that this black-robed man is proficient in the sound and bone system. It's really out of the way!"

It's just that the big-winged windbird itself has a strong bloodline.

Even if you are not yet born, if you hold it tightly in your hand, it will make a popping sound, like a tornado whistling in an egg.

In such a situation, it will naturally interfere with the monk's five senses.

Han Lin was careless for a while, and he didn't notice it at first. Until I returned to my accommodation. If I hadn't kept an extra eye on it, I used the magic eye to check it again. He really didn't expect to be able to cast a spell like this.

This shocked and furious him.

It's a pity that although this method is mysterious, it still can't be difficult for Han Lin.

He crossed his knees and closed his eyes to rest for a moment, pinched the magic technique with his five fingers, lifted the mana, and then suddenly opened his secondary eye, shooting out a condensed forbidden breaking magic eye.

This implies the imprint of bone mana, but it is good concealment and poor protection ability.

After being discovered, under the illumination of white light, it only lasted less than ten breaths, and then turned into a trace of light smoke, which was completely solved by Han Lin.

"Now, look how you still follow me!"

Moreover, even if the other party came, Han Lin still didn't care.

He is confident, one-on-one, and he will do it with all his might, and it won't take him fifty rounds for the opponent to retreat in embarrassment.

After solving the tracking mark, Han Lin raised his arm, pinched a cyclone in his hand, and slapped it to his waist. directly used Li Xiao's original night tassel.

Covered with stars and moons, he hid his whereabouts in the dark night.

Then it turned into a black light and flew out.

It was fast enough to make other Foundation Stage monks stunned!

Feeling the rapid taste of speeding with all his might, Han Lin showed a slight smile on his face: "Maybe in a few years, I will be able to buy a flying boat!"

Soon it was on the planned East Fourth Ring Road.

He floated in the air, his eyes flashing with green light, and the entire ground was divided into countless small areas by his line of sight.

Reaching out, two areas were demarcated seemingly at random.

With his hand, he moved a little farther away and drew two cold rays of light in the air.

Immediately after, the two black banner array flags on his waist immediately went out along the cold light.

The array flag turned into two dense spiritual power giant nets, which fell from the sky, and then sank downward, covering the soil in the space, and forcibly pulling it up.

With a loud rumbling sound coming from all directions.

Han Lin actually created two more dirt mountain bags.

He floated down on top of one of them, and waved out the small Five Elements Yuan Magnet in his hand freely.

As soon as these golden-silver powder-like things hit the ground, they shimmered and rose with light smoke.

Seeing this, Han Lin immediately put his ten fingers together, chanted words in his mouth, and then stomped his feet lightly.

The ground trembled within a radius of five feet beneath his feet.

The tiny little Five Elements Yuan Magnetic Soil sank into the heart of the mountain one after another.

Seeing this, he nodded in satisfaction.

"Good! good!"

I couldn't help but blurt out the three "good" words.

Then he jumped up, jumped up, and flew to another mountain.

He took out a small lump of cherished spiritual material, jadeite and blue earth, mixed with wind breath clay, and built a two-zhang tall brown nest at the top.

Then he took out the big-winged wind-running bird eggs from the spirit beast bag, spread the futon that he used to cushion his buttocks when he meditated, lined them up one by one, formed a circle, and placed them on them.

This seemingly ordinary futon is not ordinary, and it is made of hundred-year-old Golden Flame Grass and Strange Furry Tongtian Chrysanthemum. What's more, because of long-term contact with spiritual power, it was contaminated with Han Lin's breath, which happened to be used here.

The big-winged windbird bred in this way will be born close to Han Lin.

At the same time, he also took a lot of wind attribute spirit stones and placed them around the futon, forming an octagonal trend.

He looked at his arrangement, sneered a few times in his heart, and muttered to himself: "That's it, since you want to do it, do your best!"

After finishing speaking, he flipped it with one hand.

A spirit wood box appeared in his hand.

With a wave of one hand, the box opened.

A large patch of Qinglan grass seeds was planted by him.

That wasn't enough, he took out a few more Thunder Fruits and threw them on both sides of the entrance to the lair.

Then the clothes fluttered, spun and rose into the air.

Call out the mussel gourd from the storage bag.

His eyes twinkled, he touched the surface of the gourd and patted it gently.

Suddenly, a dark cloud erupted from the mouth of the gourd.

Han Lin hurriedly controlled his divine sense and threw a lot of spiritual materials into it.

This dark cloud swallowed the spiritual material, and immediately mixed with Han Lin's flying sand and stones, rolling up a strange wind.

Han Lin's divine consciousness was certain, and the dark clouds moved with it, stopping above the nest of the big-winged wind-walking bird.

The strange wind carried the yellow light, and it became more and more violent.

Han Lin's eyes shot a sword-like look, and he continued to urge his mana.

The gourd spat out several bolts of lightning and shot into the dark clouds. Then, like a silver snake, it flickered with several narrow silver rays of light.

With a roaring sound, it shot out of the wind and clouds, hitting the eggshell, stirring up bursts of electric light.

The eggs of the big-winged wind-flying bird are radiant on the outside, surging one ring after another to both ends.

The little life inside absorbs the power of thunder and lightning to the fullest.

"Feeding on Qinglan grass, coupled with the rhyme of falling thunder fruits, from generation to generation, may be able to breed big-winged and popular Qinglan Thunderbirds!"

After doing all this, with Han Lin's cultivation, he was also sweating profusely.

He put away the mussel gourd, looked up at the starlight in the distance, and muttered to himself.

"It's time to meet the City Lord of Mozi City for a while. ”

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