"After returning from Chu Yang, Xiaowan has never believed that you would be related to any Ichthyosaurus elder from the Beast Control Sect. Moreover, she told you that when you were in the Four Symbols Sect, you two encountered the Ichthyosaurus elder and the spine-swallowing beast together.
They told me everything exactly."
Lin Zhihuan paused and continued: "Including the mysterious old man and your big black box. When we were in Sifang City, I remember you said that the painter told you that you got the cook's relics?"
Jiang Xiaoyu nodded, "Yes." When they were in Sifang City, Jiang Xiaoyu told Wen Zhiming and Lin Zhihuan almost everything except the matter with Chuxue.
He stretched out his hand, pointed to the ring on his hand, and said, "This is it."
Lin Zhihuan moved his body toward Jiang Xiaoyu, then looked at it carefully for a while, and slowly said: "This is indeed a storage treasure. Judging from its workmanship, it must have a long history."
With a "boom", a large, heavy black box appeared in front of the two of them.
"That's it!" Jiang Xiaoyu pointed to the big black box, "Unfortunately it's locked, and I don't know what's inside."
Lin Zhihuan stood up and kept rubbing his hands on the box.
"The material of the box is not unusual, but it has a strange formation on it. It is almost impossible to break it open with external force."
Lin Zhihuan lowered his head again and held the lock with the Taotie pattern in his hand, and then poured a ray of spiritual power into it.
The spiritual power entered the lock and disappeared instantly like a mud cow entering the sea.
"It's indeed something magical!" Lin Zhihuan suddenly looked up at Jiang Xiaoyu and said, "I never taught you anything before, but now, you hold such a valuable treasure but don't know the essence of it. Otherwise, the master will do it for you."
Opening this box can be regarded as fulfilling one of the obligations of a master."
"Help me open the box?"
Jiang Xiaoyu was suddenly confused. To be honest, ever since the artist mentioned the chef's inheritance on this box, Jiang Xiaoyu had tried to open it, but had never succeeded.
After all, according to the painter, it is definitely impossible to open this big box with external force alone. What does a cook do? He is a born genius in cooking. If he wants to open this big box, he must make a move that makes him
Approved deliciousness is possible.
The standard for judging deliciousness is the Taotie pattern on the lock.
When he was in the Beast Control Sect, Jiang Xiaoyu once tried the food cooked by the green-robed and red-robed people in the sect. Those things were extremely delicious in his mouth, but when he put them next to the Taotie Pattern, the food didn't react at all.
No.
After trying it several times, Jiang Xiaoyu seriously doubted whether the artist's statement about how to open the box was just a rumor he had heard.
And who is Lin Zhihuan in front of him? Although his cultivation is not as good as that of a painter, he is a figure in the Mahayana period after all. In the world of cultivation, he is a being that thousands of monks can only look up to.
A lock, no matter how hard it is, is just a dead thing.
Just because you can't open it yourself doesn't mean that Lin Zhihuan can't open it.
Having seen with his own eyes the power of the old man named Chef, Jiang Xiaoyu was instantly extremely curious about what was hidden in the box.
"Master, can you really open it?" Jiang Xiaoyu stretched his neck and asked cautiously.
Lin Zhihuan smiled slightly and said, "If you don't try it, how will you know?"
As he spoke, Lin Zhihuan grabbed the Taotie Pattern Lock, and a beam of light exploded all over his body. The Taoist robes were flying, and under the light, he seemed to have the appearance of an immortal.
Lin Zhihuan's fingers were trembling slightly.
He frowned and said to himself: "What a strange lock... I still don't believe it..."
As he spoke, he instantly formed several magic formulas with his other hand.
"Qinglong Jin!"
In an instant, a green dragon as thin as a snake emerged from his vest. The green dragon circled twice above his head, let out a deep roar, and plunged into Lin Zhihuan's arm.
A circle of soul-stirring green light suddenly appeared on the arm holding the lock.
Then, the Taoist robe on his arms was torn apart by the strong wind in an instant, revealing his muscular arms.
On the arms, the lines of the green dragon were clearly visible. As Lin Zhihuan exerted his strength, the green dragon's expression gradually became ferocious.
The dragon roars seemed to come from the nine heavens, shocking Jiang Xiaoyu's heart and soul.
"Oh my God, what's the sound?" Yu Shi picked up the big rooster in the boiling water and walked out of the dim kitchen.
He raised his head, and there was nothing in the blue sky.
"Forget it, as long as Elder Lin is here, no monsters or monsters can get close to me. I still have to do my business!"
As he spoke, the jade fingertips flew and the feathers on the rooster fluttered.
But in an instant, a white and red hairless rooster appeared in his hand.
Walking into the kitchen, there was a gray and black kitchen knife on the stone countertop.
Yu Shi picked up the kitchen knife, felt its weight, and suddenly felt a little disappointed. His bone chopping knife had been destroyed when he dealt with the black energy before. He had played with that knife since he was a child, and it was very easy to use.
"What a pity, what a pity!"
Yu Shi sighed, then dropped the kitchen knife in his hand towards the big hairless rooster...
On the other side, Lin Zhihuan's teeth clenched.
On his arm, the blue dragon pattern continued to expand. Within a moment, his entire arm had almost turned blue.
"Humph!" Lin Zhihuan grunted and struck hard at the lock in his hand.
Qinglong Jin is one of the top secret techniques of the Longshan lineage of the Four Symbols Sect.
To practice this technique, one must practice in Longshan for at least thirty years and be constantly nourished by the Qinglong Qi in Longshan. Only then is there a very small possibility of practicing it. In the entire Longshan, no more than five people know this technique.
people.
Among them, the one who uses it most skillfully is naturally Lin Zhihuan.
Many years ago, an elder from another sect came to Longshan of Sixiang Sect to discuss with Lin Zhihuan in order to seek fame.
Lin Zhihuan almost crushed the man's Nascent Soul with a move of Qinglong Jin.
If that guy hadn't realized the situation and desperately begged for mercy, he would have died long ago.
But now, facing this extremely ordinary-looking Taotie pattern lock, even if I use Qinglong Jin, the lock has no reaction at all.
Not even a trace of deformation can be seen on the lock body.
At first, looking at Lin Zhihuan's cyan arms, Jiang Xiaoyu thought that he would be able to open the box in just a moment, and he began to guess what kind of good things were inside.
But after a long time, the lock still didn't make any sound.
Jiang Xiaoyu couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and there was a hint of embarrassment in his eyes when he looked at Lin Zhihuan.
Feeling Jiang Xiaoyu's eyes, Lin Zhihuan suddenly felt his face burning.
Who is he? He is the elder of Longshan in the Sixiang Sect, the leader of the Taoist sect, and a majestic mid-level Mahayana master. At this time, he was stumped by a lock!
And more importantly, the reason why Lin Zhihuan opened the box for Jiang Xiaoyu was actually to make up for Jiang Xiaoyu's current situation. Not only did he not make up for his current situation, he even began to be a little afraid of his tall and stalwart figure.
Will his image collapse in Jiang Xiaoyu's heart?
Thinking of this, Lin Zhihuan couldn't bear it.
He groaned, and a surge of spiritual power poured into his arm.
The blue dragon pattern on his hand has once again increased by a few points.
A series of bulging veins appeared on his arm. It looked ferocious and terrifying.
Then, dense cracks suddenly appeared on the skin of Lin Zhihuan's arm.
The cracks gradually turned red, clearly showing blood and water seeping out.
"Master! Let's forget it!" Seeing Lin Zhihuan's appearance, Jiang Xiaoyu couldn't help but persuade him.
"How can we forget it?"
He obviously wanted to show off his skills in front of his apprentice, but he didn't expect that he would be defeated when he took action. Under such circumstances, there was no possibility of retreating.
"open!"
Lin Zhihuan shouted, and crystal dragon scales slowly emerged from the cracks on his arms.
In an instant, the dragon scales completely covered Lin Zhihuan's arms.
Jiang Xiaoyu was sitting next to him, and an old and simple aura seemed to come across time and space.
"Move far away to avoid hurting you!" Lin Zhihuan reminded.
Jiang Xiaoyu quickly stood up and took about ten steps back.
Looking at Lin Zhihuan's arms again, at this time, his arms were like the chest of a person breathing rapidly, constantly expanding.
The dragon scales reflected the hot sunlight from the sky and shone brightly.