Ding Fan shrugged and spoke very easily, but Wu Yahuan was deeply shocked. He looked over with admiration in his eyes.
It is relatively easy to break the ribs, one of the most fragile bones in the human body, but the force required to break the knee is very strong, let alone the knee of a Taoist priest.
Unexpectedly, the destructive power of Ding Fan's fist was so amazing.
At this time, Ding Fan had already opened the kit, took out several things from it, and placed them on the coffee table.
A small mahogany sword, which is brownish-red in color, has obviously been refined, and is densely covered with runes. It has a certain attack power against alien creatures.
A small triangular black flag was also densely covered with runes. Ding Fan opened his spiritual eyes and immediately saw the Yin Qi floating on it. It was undoubtedly an evil object. After examining it carefully, he saw three words, Soul Collection Flag.
As the name suggests, it is a good treasure that can contain ghosts. If there was such an evil thing before, there is no need to try hard to lure the ghost of Mengcai out, just go into the house and collect it.
The specific usage method needs further research!
A roll of yellow paper is of course talisman paper. It is very ordinary in appearance, but it can also be used to draw talismans.
There is also a small glass bottle, which contains some light yellow granules, like cod liver oil, there are about fifty granules.
Ding Fan pulled out the cork from the bottle, sniffed it gently, and immediately showed joy. He poured one out and threw it into his mouth, swallowed it directly, and laughed happily.
"Xiaofan, how can you eat randomly!" Wu Yahuan was shocked.
"Cod liver oil, supplement fat-soluble vitamins!" Ding Fan said casually.
Wu Yahuan pouted. She didn't believe that a Taoist priest would carry cod liver oil on his body. Ding Fan smiled and said, "This is a Qi-Building Pill. It can quickly restore the amount of Qi. It is exactly what I need. It is ten times more effective than the Strengthening Pill."
more than."
"I want it too!" Wu Yahuan's eyes lit up and he immediately stretched out his hand.
"No, your physique is not up to standard." Ding Fan waved his hand quickly.
"I, Wu Yahuan, hereby swear to practice hard and become a true warrior."
Wu Yahuan looked solemn and raised her hand to point to the ceiling. These words came from the heart. She was easily crushed by Sikong Ye before, and now she was almost crippled by the smelly Taoist priest. She has deeply realized that there is a difference between ordinary martial arts practitioners and monks.
Huge gap.
Wu Yahuan has a strong personality, and she once believed that her martial arts skills were not low. She was frustrated one after another, so she decided to catch up, not to mention that she had the guidance of a master named Ding Fan.
It was a worthwhile trip, these things were very useful. Ding Fan put it back into the bag, tightened it, and put it in his pocket.
Ding Fan reached for the plastic bag. This time, Wu Yahuan did not stop him. He turned his head to the side and pretended not to see it. Huh, the secrets of the older generation of the Wu family are about to be exposed in front of this kid.
Taking out the snuff bottle very carefully, Ding Fan opened his spiritual eyes and found no smell of poison. It seemed that he was overthinking it. This thing was very safe.
However, there is a layer of light white breath above the snuff bottle, which is unevenly distributed and mainly concentrated in the lower half.
The peach pistils are hidden in the deep valley, and the water among the flowers is gurgling...
Well, this poem is indeed quite good. It clearly implies that this is not the focus of Ding Fan. He is analyzing the source of the breath, and it is indeed at the bottom of the bottle.
You have to get very close to see it clearly. It is a square talisman. At a glance, it looks like a light red seal.
This talisman has a great background. First of all, the talisman pen must be made from tempered willow wood and the vellus hair of a thousand-year-old fairy. It is called a psychic pen. The pigment is not cinnabar and ink, but blood jade spider.
Blood can penetrate into the bottle in this way and cannot be washed away with water.
Therefore, this talisman is called a spiritual talisman and has an unusual effect.
Psychic pens are absolutely rare items. Ding Fan's master has one and rarely uses it, for fear of being worn out. As for the super mutant blood jade spider among spiders, it is even rarer to see in nature.
"Xiaofan, have you seen enough? The old man only cares about a few things, so why should he pay so much attention?" Wu Yahuan finally couldn't help it anymore and complained.
"Hey, that poem is very well written and has a long aftertaste. I want to learn more, but unfortunately I can't remember it." Ding Fan smiled evilly.
"It's okay, then give it to me quickly, and you have to send it back to grandma." Wu Yahuan stretched out his hand and said.
"No!" Ding Fan refused.
"Why?" Wu Yahuan asked puzzled.
"This snuff bottle may disappear at any time and must be dealt with immediately. The situation is far more complicated than we imagined." Ding Fan put on a solemn look.
"I don't understand! Will Fu Dongyang steal it again?" Wu Yahuan looked confused.
"Let's be clear, someone drew a talisman on it, a very high-level talisman. I guess, as long as the other party does it at the right opportunity, no matter where you hide the snuff bottle, it will return to that person's hand and disappear into thin air."
Ding Fan explained.
"How is this possible?" Wu Yahuan's eyes widened, completely incredulous, and asked: "Is it the legendary transporting technique?"
"No, it's not that magical." Ding Fan waved his hand and further explained: "Some monks, in order to prevent their favorite items from being lost, deliberately dispose of them. In this way, no matter who takes it, he can get it back."
"But these are items left behind by my grandfather, not anyone else's." Wu Yahuan emphasized.
"I don't understand either. Forget it, break this talisman first. If you take it back, you won't lose it again. My previous judgment was wrong. There is no traitor in the family." Ding Fan said.
The servants around the old birthday star are all carefully selected and have been with him for many years. Wu Yahuan also believed that these people would not betray and did not have the ability.
However, the snuff bottle was lost twice very strangely, which made her have to suspect that someone was doing something secretly. Now that Ding Fan has revealed the mystery, she feels relieved.
Breaking the magic talisman is not that simple. Fortunately, Ding Fan is born with spiritual eyes and can observe in detail.
Taking out the silver needle from his cuff, Ding Fan adjusted his breathing and entered a state of concentration. He stared at the talisman at the bottom of the bottle without blinking, observing not only the movement of the talisman, but also the aura emanating from the talisman.
It is said that men are most attractive when they are focused. Looking at Ding Fan's handsome face not far away, showing his rare stability and maturity, Wu Yahuan couldn't help but feel his heart beat, and had to light up a cigarette again, and turned his eyes.
Move somewhere else.
After observing for a long time, Ding Fan suddenly pierced the silver needle towards the talisman at the bottom of the bottle. The light white breath suddenly became rich.
The tip of the needle was raised, and a small amount of color particles invisible to the naked eye was immediately picked out. Almost instantly, the silver needle pierced again, blocking the veins of the talisman again.
After repeated attempts for ten minutes, a small gap finally appeared on the talisman.