Time flies. Soon, two years passed.

In the eyes of outsiders, Han Lin really stepped on shit luck. Even a waste like Murong Yu followed him to heaven.

Every day, many people are clamoring to expose Han Lin's shitty face to Young Master Li.

"Murong Yu, doesn't he know how to tell stories, damn, he actually won the appreciation of Young Master Li. Like that Bucktooth boy Han Lin, he also broke through to the middle stage of Qi training. ”

"Shh......h Be quiet. Aren't you afraid of being heard by him? No one dares to call him a bucktooth boy to his face now......"

"It's a pity that Young Master Li, such a kind-hearted person, was deceived by villains like Han Lin. ”

What a righteous outrage!

Everyone knows that the little junior brother Li Shaozhu has a lion, a dog and a horse.

This lion refers to Ding Hao. Dedicated to beating people.

This dog refers to Murong Yu. Dedicated to listening to calls.

This horse refers to Han Lin. Dedicated to slapping sycophants.

Every time he heard someone talking behind his back, Murong Yu would be extremely annoyed. But I don't know how to vent. Only he knows why he just told Li Xiao a story, why did he become "a dog of Young Master Li" in other people's mouths.

Han Lin didn't care. He has his own goals and his own persistence.

And the harvest is about to be harvested.

He was happy. Even enjoying it.

No one knows his pain, his darkness. He doesn't need anyone else to know.

Throughout, he firmly believes that he has never regretted taking this step.

At this time, Han Lin had already spent many years in the dream space. Thanks to the blessing of practicing in the fairy grass garden, the nursery in the space is also well maintained. Many herbs are already old.

He didn't spend much time studying alchemy. Although it was his best bet.

Because he needs to practice his spells more. He spent three or four days a week practicing his spells.

stretched out a big waist firmly, and there was no resentment in his heart: "Why are there so many bottlenecks in cultivation techniques......"

During this period, he followed Senior Brother Murong to Mozifang several times, and met Murong Qing and Huang Yueying several times. I also secretly went to a lot of other markets.

The medicinal materials have been replaced with a lot of spirit stones.

His own cultivation has also reached the eighth level of qi training. The aura in the three major dantians is basically liquefied.

He made a low-grade magic weapon on his face, calling it a "ghost crying knife". This knife is made of fine iron. The appearance is domineering, and the classic opening style is open. With each swing, the aura can be emitted from the blade ring, making a ghost crying wolf howl.

Sharp and piercing, it can interfere with the opponent's five senses when fighting in close combat, which is extremely useful.

It's that Han Lin is thin and thin, and he can't stand off the domineering spirit of the knife.

A ghost crying knife like this costs thirty spirit stones, and ordinary outer disciples may not be able to afford it for a year without eating or drinking.

Everyone's eyes are hot. felt that this horse Han Lin relied on the reward of Young Master Li Xiao. And it is.

The scattered cultivation in the immortal cultivation world has been miserable. Generally, monks in the Qi cultivation period also use lower-grade or medium-grade magic weapons. Many monks in the foundation building period only used high-grade magic weapons. There are also a lot of strapped Jindan period casual cultivation, in addition to the natal magic weapon, can only use rune treasures or superb magic weapons.

It's better in the sect. Because there are many standard ritual instruments to choose from. However, it is naturally not as good as specially refined. At the same time, it is also a bad street goods, the effect is known to everyone, and the fighting method is often suppressed.

The Devil Cry Knife falls into this category. Its sound attack is basically useless. Anyone will guard against it.

Behind the scenes, Han Lin had already secretly prepared a complete set of refined top-grade magic weapons for himself.

There were a lot of things that went wrong during this period. Fortunately, it was all solved by him.

Everyone only knows that he is good at using knives, but no one knows that he is even better at using hidden weapons.

That set of superb secret weapons, from the outside, looked like an ordinary gray belt, and in the middle was a smiling lion head made of pure gold. It's called the Meridian Question Nail. During the foundation building period, the blood sealed the throat, and the child was not more than noon. Shoot and die, and leave no room alive.

He generously put this meridian heart nail around his waist. No one can see the subtlety of this secret weapon.

Stroking this set of pale golden strange blades in his hand, he muttered to himself: "With this good treasure, I can be regarded as an invincible opponent under the foundation." ”

"The best magic weapon, a set of golden worm mother blades, a mother blade, eight child blades, with refined iron and fine gold as raw materials, refined by the master of the foundation building period for three days and three nights, as long as you hold the mother blade, you can control eight blades at the same time to attack the enemy, extremely sharp, so that the opponent can not be guarded. ”

When he first saw this set of golden worm blades, he knew that this was the most suitable treasure for him. Unlike the other monks, Han Lin's gravitational technique was superb. He doesn't need to rely on the mother blade, he can still control the sub-blade as he pleases.

In the blink of an eye, one blade turns into nine blades. Mr. Yu Da is nowhere to be seen, Hualian Xiangyu Little Son, and Waterway Wang Pu Third Brother, all three of them are in the late stage of Qi training, and they all claim to be good at the body, but they were not hacked to death by him Han Lin with a knife.

Han Lin let go of the aura, and he saw a golden light in the sky, and the nine blades were as if nine people were using them at the same time. The knife wind hissed, the knife light turned like a match, and all the medicinal materials were cut by him and placed neatly on the table.

Control the golden worm and handle today's medicinal herbs well. He nodded in satisfaction and put it away.

He took out a miniature iron shield the size of a palm.

"The best magic weapon, the Xuantie Flying Shield, a very rare defensive magic weapon, refined from a large piece of dark iron from the Cold Yin Land, is not only extremely strong and unbreakable, but once it is driven by casting, it can automatically defend around the surroundings. ”

He stared at the pattern on it, slowly injecting spiritual power.

Then I saw a flash of black light. The small iron shield became several times larger in the blink of an eye.

Han Lin controlled the gravitational technique to throw it out, controlling it to slowly circle around him. It is small and flexible, and it automatically flies up and down at will. His gravitational skills are superb. That's how the foundation is laid well. The iron shield gradually increased in speed, leaving only a phantom around Han Lin. So much so that it is completely unclear to the naked eye.

This was all specially purchased by him in order to participate in the "Blood Trial".

He was looking forward to the way he would cut off the heads of those people with the golden worm blade.

Thinking of that scene, he couldn't help but lick the corners of his mouth cruelly.

The bloody trial, for others, is a bloody hell Shura field. But for him Han Lin, it is the best hunting ground. There, there is fat prey.

Wait until you have finished practicing the magic weapon. As usual, he went to inspect the ghost-faced spider.

There were 12 palm-sized spider eggs, with scattered bones underneath. There are livestock, and there are mortals. But most of them are monks. The monk's bones glowed with a crystal clear light, and it was unusual to look at.

They were all killed by his own hands, Han Lin.

There was an intact skeleton inside, thin bones, sitting there, with huge hip bones, and at first glance you knew that it was a woman with a big ass. Han Lin remembered that it should be a red heart.

He killed her, then stripped her of her clothes and left her body there. When he's fine, he'll take a look.

Slowly, until a beautiful woman, finally turned into a white skeleton.

He really understood what a pink skull was. Only then did the restless Dao heart be calmed down.

Next to it was a large pile of bones mixed together. The skull, ribs, patella, etc., are mixed together. It's impossible to tell which one is which.

Han Lin vaguely remembered that there should be Master Liu, the fat steward, the eldest lady, the second lady, and the third lady...... Everyone in the entire Liu family, more than 40 people, except for the fourth lady, even pigs and dogs have not been spared. In the end, he left it there.

No matter how the other party cried bitterly and knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, he did not relent.

It was supposed to be a moonless night. He wears a red-faced judge mask and stabs and kills.

Poor Master Liu's family escaped the ghosts, but they still couldn't escape the curse of fate and were wiped out.

Thinking of that scene, Han Lin still couldn't help but smile sadly and muttered, "Oh, that's not right. It's a pity that the vixen-like woman escaped...... But she probably won't appear again in the future. ”

Han Lin was a little distracted. Things weren't done perfectly, and it made him very uncomfortable.

He was a cautious and thoughtful man.

He stomped upward, and mortal bones were as brittle as rice crackers. He was expressionless, and said to himself: "Senior Brother Murong." You're lucky. If you go down the mountain casually, you can get such treasures as the Soul Nourishing Wood. I'm a little envious. I can't say I'll have to go down the mountain with you more in the future. ”

He looked at the soul-nourishing seedlings, his eyes like poisonous snakes: "But it's still a little tender." Thanks to me, I helped you clean up your tail. The young sect master of the Hehuan Sect, even if it is a ghost, can he kill it when he says it? But it is still not clean enough...... Someone with a heart will always track down the ...... of both of us."

But will you be afraid?

He touched the clothes on his body, it was still the one Murong Yu gave him. I don't know why, he just thinks this dress is comfortable to wear.

His body was straight, and his shadow was long, like two javelins.

But his face still looked so lonely and stubborn.

There is always an unyielding demonic nature in his eyes, as if he is ready to fight and rebel at any time, so that people dare not approach him.

That's the other side of him. It's a very different side from the daytime.

In addition to groveling and intrigues, he will fight.

The bones of the thickest and largest one had turned green. At first glance, it looks like a monk who has been taking pills for a long time. It is the old medicine boy of the secret city of Mozifang.

The yin qi on the bones was like silk threads, shining with a faint green light. Wrapped around spider eggs.

Han Lin nodded with a smile. A ghost-faced spider with such a yin charm must be extraordinary.

The ground was damp and sticky, and it looked like a large sheet of snot when stepped on. White spider silk stretched out like tentacles. It's a bit like a creeper.

The inside of the spider egg glowed with a bewitching red light, as if it was breathing. The flesh-colored creatures inside were struggling to break out of their shells.

This is the best and most perfect mount he bought from the ghost of Mozifang at a great price.

Why choose Ghostface Spider as a mount.

The first is because it grows fast enough.

The second is......

The ghost's words echoed in his ears: "The ghost-faced spider only needs to be fed enough souls to grow quickly. The second-level demon beast is said to be the product of the combination of the fourth-level demon beast Netherworld Netherworld Netherworld Ghost Spider and Cave Spider. As an adult, he can spit cobwebs in his mouth, is huge, fast, comes and goes without a trace, climbs hills, hides in the jungle, hides in the dark. That's a good thing. ”

"It's been almost five years, and it's time to hatch. Hope to catch the bloody trial. ”

There is a large amount of neon grass planted next to the ghost-faced spider, which is the temporary food of the ghost-faced spider. These goblins are so green that they glow with a ghostly light. Like the eyes of a hungry wolf in the dark.

Han Lin likes this color.

Dark, dreary.

Thinking of turning over and riding on these little cuties more than two meters tall, with two rows of eight big eyes, sixteen steel knife-like tentacles, and plush all over their bodies, caressing their spiritual tentacles, driving them, and enthusiastically chasing prey on the plains, in the jungle, and in the caves.

After chasing them, he used his long saliva-stained fangs to brutally bite off their heads.

This way, he likes it too much.

And he rejoiced, and excited, and rejoiced, and he could not help himself.

It's really a great joy in life!

He couldn't help but stick out his nose and smell the air like lilac pollen.