After saying that, Zhang Fan took out the pink bone that he got a few days ago and was half the size of an adult's palm, and gently placed it on the table. Then, he turned the table and removed the bone.
Drag him to the man with the back.
"Look at this..." Zhang Fan looked at the man behind him and said.
The man with the head on his back picked up the bone, looked at it carefully, and then nodded, "Although the evil spirit emanating from it is not very strong, it makes me feel dangerous. This bone should not be simple."
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"Have eyesight..." Zhang Fan falsely praised him, everyone could see this.
"Everyone should take a look..." The man behind the back turned the table so that everyone could take a look.
Those who were weaker than the man with the head on his back, after taking a look at the bone, just said "this bone is not simple", and saw nothing else.
Soon, the bone was passed to the person who was in the middle stage of the ninth stage of the second realm. This person was about thirty-five years old, a little stout, with a shaved head, and a rather violent temper.
When Zhang Fan was about to proceed with his next plan, he heard the short-haired man take a breath of cold air, "Hiss..."
Hearing this news, everyone's eyes turned to the short-haired man, and Zhang Fan also stopped his plan.
I saw the short-haired man take out a small porcelain bottle from his bag. He opened the small porcelain bottle, and a bloody smell floated out of the small porcelain bottle and penetrated into the nostrils of the people present.
The next moment, the short-haired man tilted the body of the small porcelain vase, intending to pour the contents of the small porcelain vase onto the bone.
However, when the small porcelain bottle was tilted halfway, he realized something and turned his attention to Zhang Fan, who was also looking at him with lofty eyes.
The short-haired man smiled awkwardly, then looked at Zhang Fan and said: "Mr. Zhang, this is the manifesting fluid that my master refined with the blood of seventy-seven forty-nine species of animals. If you drip it on the animal bones, you will know what is happening."
What kind of beast are animal bones? The bones of spirits. In addition, this process will not cause any harm to the animal bones. Can I try it?"
The short-haired man asked tentatively, and then added: "Of course, if you don't want me to try, I won't try. You can tell us."
Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows slightly. He didn't know what kind of weird bone this bone was. How could he tell?
What's more, this manifesting fluid is in the hands of the short-haired man. If he says something wrong, it will be self-defeating. In addition, he just takes this opportunity to see what kind of weird bones these are.
"What I said is not what I said to myself. As the saying goes, what you hear is false and what you see is true. You should use your own methods to verify it for everyone."
Zhang Fan replied.
Everyone looked at Zhang Fan with admiration. This upright and upright way of doing things was still very popular.
"OK!"
The short-haired man smiled and nodded.
After saying that, the short-haired man tilted the small porcelain bottle, and a drop of red blood exuding a rich red light and mixed with a trace of demonic aura flowed out from the mouth of the bottle. Under the eyes of everyone, it dripped on the slightly pink bone.
superior.
"Chi chi chi..."
The moment the blood touches the bones, the sound of fat being put into the hot pot is heard, and the blood is blended into the bones bit by bit. When the blood is completely integrated into it.
"Roar……"
The sound of a beast's roar suddenly came from this bone. At the same time, with a strong pressure, the soul of Zhang Fan, the strongest one here, trembled slightly, not to mention the rest of the people.
, those whose strength was below the second level, their faces flushed, and some people couldn't hold it back and spurted a mouthful of bright red blood from their mouths.
Everyone looked at the bone in surprise. The next moment, a beast's roar came from the bone again.
"Roar……"
This time, everyone present had some preparations, so they were not as embarrassed as last time. Although there were still people with flushed faces, no one vomited blood again.
After the beast's roar fell, the red light on the bones suddenly restrained and returned to the way it was when Zhang Fan just took it out of the bag.
"Hiss...that's not right..." The short-haired man looked at the bone with a look of confusion on his face.
"What's wrong?"
The man with the back of his head asked first.
"After the bones re-emit the beast's roar, the blood soaked in the bones will overflow from the bones and turn into the shadow of the spirit to which the bones belong.
For example, if this bone is a tiger bone, after the roar ends, a tiger-shaped shadow should appear above the bone, but now no shadow appears."
The short-haired man looked at the bone and shrugged.
"That's really weird..." The man with the back scratched his head, and then said, "Eh?
Ask your master what's going on."
"My master went to Japan yesterday. I don't know if the phone can get through. Let me try..." The short-haired man said as he took out his mobile phone and made a call.
If the short-haired man's master was not abroad but in China and could arrive here at any time, Zhang Fan would not have let the short-haired man make this call. Wouldn't that bring trouble to himself?
Where did you go today?
At this time, the call from the short-haired man to his master was answered.
"Hello, Master..." the short-haired man said respectfully.
"Is there a problem?
Xiaoran?"
A rather old voice came from the microphone.
"Master, there is such a situation."
The short-haired man recounted what had just happened to the bone.
"Is there still such a thing?
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There was a hint of surprise in the voice of the short-haired man's master, "Xiao Ran, you have encountered a great opportunity! By the way, is there anyone around you?"
The short-haired man glanced at everyone present.
Everyone present was a cultivator and their ears were extraordinary, so they all heard the words of the short-haired man, the master, clearly.
"Master, please wait a moment..." the short-haired man whispered, then he glanced at the crowd and said, "Sorry, I have to go out first."
"You can't leave..." Zhang Fan said calmly.
"Why?"
The short-haired man frowned.
"This is a great gift from me to everyone present. It depends on your master's intention. He wants you to have it exclusively..." Zhang Fan said in a deep voice.
"Yes! I also heard the meaning of your master's words! You can't leave!"
The man with the back also stood up and gave a low drink.
"You can't leave..."
"You can't leave..."
Everyone also followed suit.
"You little bastards, you still restrict my freedom and give you face, right?
Why don’t you pee and take pictures! Humph!”
The short-haired man glanced coldly at everyone present and snorted angrily.