In the elixir palace, there is a unique and quiet elegant room.

On the coffee table, there are exquisite spiritual fruits, a refreshing incense burner is burning, and a few wisps of green smoke are lingering.

Hu Xingyang poured a cup of spiritual tea that was filled with fragrance, handed it to Liu Yue across from him, and said with an attentive smile: "This is the newly developed spiritual tea of ​​Danyao Palace. Deacon Liu, would you like to try it?"

Liu Yue elegantly picked up the tea cup, took a sip, and only tasted it briefly, obviously not thinking about it.

Putting down the tea cup, Liu Yue said in a deep voice: "How is that guy doing? It's been three days, why is there no movement at all."

Hu Xingyang knew who she was talking about and said with a smile: "Don't worry. Master Kuyun, who has been anxious to break through to the first-star Xuanshi recently, has an extremely bad temper. No one can stand it, let alone him!"

This guy even dared to kill Wang Ning in the Nine-Star Contest.

With such a big temper, it is impossible for him to be unbearable in Kuyun's hands.

"You haven't seen how ugly his face was three days ago. He wanted to run away as soon as he got down."

Hu Xingyang put down the tea cup and said leisurely.

Liu Yue raised her eyebrows and said thoughtfully: "What happened next?"

Hu Xingyang smiled calmly: "With me here, can you still run away? This guy lingered for a long time and refused to go in, and finally I pushed him in. If you fall into this pit, it will be difficult for you to die!"

Liu Yue said coldly: "Okay, as long as he dares to escape privately, he will be captured and used as a medicine slave."

Hu Xingyang shook the teacup in his hand and said softly: "Don't worry, this pill hall is no better than other places. Even if Xinyan comes, she won't be able to speak! Unless the elder holding the sword personally intervenes, there will be no way for anyone to come."

Liu Yue said calmly: "Don't worry, if Xinyan comes, give me a good treat. I want to see how she begs me!"

Thinking of Xin Yan's heroic gesture when she swung the sword in front of her, Liu Yue felt that it was harder than Lin Yun's three whips on her.

Bang!

At this moment, there was a muffled sound and the teacup on the table shook.

A cold light flashed in Hu Xingyang's eyes, and he said with a smile: "The furnace exploded... If nothing unexpected happens, it is most likely Master Kuyun's alchemy room."

Liu Yue nodded slightly: "You know what to do, right?"

"Don't worry, I will send people to keep an eye on him. If he dares to escape, I will catch him immediately. Once you enter the door of the Alchemy Palace, don't even think about walking out for me!"

…

After the explosion, Master Kuyun's alchemy room was in a mess, and the smell of burning was everywhere.

Even though Lin Yun had already moved to hide, he was still shocked by the aftermath.

Master Kuyun was the first to bear the brunt of the attack and was the most embarrassed, with his body covered in charred black and his head full of curly hair.

He didn't realize it and murmured to himself, looking at the dim Huoyundan in his palm, his eyes full of disappointment: "It failed again. This road is really difficult to walk. You just stay here for a while, and I will go there."

Come."

"do what?"

"The alchemy furnace is gone. I have to apply for a new batch."

After a little tidying up, Master Kuyun hurriedly left the alchemist after placing the refined Fire Cloud Pill on the table.

Lin Yun was the only one left in the messy alchemy room.

After a short rest, Lin Yun stood up and walked straight to the table.

He took the Fire Cloud Pill refined by Ku Yun and played with it. Without exception, the spiritual patterns were not imprinted successfully.

Without the imprinted spiritual pattern, this Fire Cloud Pill would be of little value.

Lin Yun put down the Fire Cloud Pill and smiled calmly without commenting.

Kuyun has a typical gambler's mentality, and the fire cloud spiritual pattern he drew has an unstable foundation. If he puts it together forcefully, he may succeed if he tries to piece it together.

In short, at Kuyun's level, there is no way to refine such a complex one-star spiritual pattern.

Looking at the magic instrument pen beside the table and the wet ink stains, Lin Yun's eyes flashed, thoughtfully.

After thinking for a while, I held the magic weapon pen in my hand.

He took out a piece of white paper filled with aura, and the true energy in his body slowly circulated. A wisp of true energy containing the power of time immediately poured into the pen.

"This magic weapon is really useful. It's much more convenient than carving it with my hands."

Lin Yun held the spirit pattern pen and said with emotion that his level was not yet at the level of void painting.

That day, why a few spiritual patterns were branded and the loss was huge is also related to this.

After getting familiar with the magic weapon pen, Lin Yun mobilized the purple kite sacred fire and condensed it on the tip of the pen.

There was an extremely serious expression on his delicate and handsome face, and he began to draw the Fire Cloud Spirit Pattern based on the pictures in his memory.

One by one, the basic spirit patterns were elegantly formed on the tip of his pen.

Compared with Master Kuyun's basic spiritual pattern that looks like a lying dog or a chicken's claw.

The basic spirit patterns in Lin Yun's paintings are elegant, fresh, elegant and agile; each stroke is like an iron painting and a silver hook, with a penetrating character, not like a spirit pattern, but more like a poetic font.

Under the infusion of the power of the years, each basic spiritual pattern is full of spiritual energy, misty and dew-condensed, separated and endless, and the pen moves like a dragon and a snake, boundless and vigorous.

At this moment, even the dirty apprentice clothes could not hide the aura of Lin Yun who was fully focused on him.

The tip of the pen moves smoothly, and after a while, many basic lines are formed.

Lin Yun's quiet face showed a smile, and he took out a Fire Cloud Pill.

Then, as soon as I put pen to paper, like the finishing touch, many basic spiritual patterns came to life in an instant.

With one stroke, the fire cloud spirit pattern condensed and formed in an instant, like water and clouds, and was completely imprinted on the fire cloud pill.

Wow!

The white paper, filled with auras of light, burst into flames with a breath.

After the fire, the Fire Cloud Pill was completely transformed. The surface of the pill body was full of luster, and the fire cloud patterns at the bottom were full of light.

"It seems, it's not very difficult."

Lin Yun put down the new Fire Cloud Pill and started writing again. The process of drawing the spiritual pattern felt very strange to him.

The whole person was immersed in an indescribable mysterious state.

Compared with the last time, which was as exhausting as death, this time it seems much more relaxed and comfortable, making people can't help but want to get involved.

Not long after, he drew three fire cloud patterns and successfully branded them all.

After thinking about it, it was recorded in the Heart Sutra of Time that Fire Cloud Pill can actually be paired with two other spiritual patterns.

If a Fire Cloud Pill is imprinted with three spiritual patterns at the same time...

Lin Yun felt excited just thinking about it. He spread out the spiritual paper and started drawing with concentration.

Halfway through the painting, footsteps sounded, and Kuyun's expression changed as if he had seen a ghost: "You bitch, what are you doing with my brush?"

Lin Yun, who was focused, was slightly distracted, and his rhythm suddenly became chaotic.

The purple kite holy fire condensed at the tip of the nose suddenly spread with the power of time, and the entire pen burned.

The extremely precious Lingwen pen burned into ashes in Lin Yun's hands.

Lin Yun looked back at Master Kuyun, then looked at the ashes in his palm, looking a little embarrassed.

"My spirit pen!"

Master Kuyun's eyes were red with anxiety. He rushed over and pushed Lin Yun away. Looking at the pile of burning ashes, his eyes were moist and he said tremblingly: "This is the pen passed down to me by my father. I

Promise him that you must use this pen to become a two-star profound master! Damn it...you bitch, do you know you can't touch other people's pens casually? You will allow others to secretly touch your sword.

?"

Lin Yun was stunned. Knowing that he had violated a taboo, he quickly apologized: "Master, I'm really sorry..."

"Get out! You bitch, I wanted you to inherit my mantle before, but it's only been three days, and you're already a dog with your tail raised to the sky!"

Master Kuyun looked cold and trembling with anger. He pointed at Lin Yun and said: "Get out of here quickly. If you hadn't been diligent in your work before, I would have thought of calling you a medicine slave!"

The master of the Pill Palace does have this power.

Lin Yun's eyebrows were a little depressed, although he looked down on Master Kuyun.

But in the past three days, Master Kuyun had tried his best to teach him many things.

Without these, he still knows nothing about refining medicine.

But I broke someone else's spirit pattern pen, and I really feel ashamed of that person.

He understood Master Kuyun very well, just like if someone broke his flower-burial sword, he would definitely have to kill him.

Lin Yun hoped that Master Kuyun could punish him.

"Get out! Get out of here quickly and disappear from my eyes!"

Master Kuyun was so angry that he pointed at Lin Yun and cursed.

Lin Yun hesitated to speak, wanting to tell him that he had successfully imprinted several Fire Cloud Pills.

But the other party kept scolding him to get out, and he lost control of his mood. Lin Yun was afraid that something would really happen if he continued to stay, so he had to give up.
To be continued...