Chapter 11: Wine master

Lin Linxuan did not have any tolerance, he would be killed if he did not kill, and the strange phenomenon of swallowing other people's blood also appeared on him. Once spread, it would surely be pursued by everyone.
Alas!
The sound of wolf howling came around me. The fighting just earlier attracted countless monsters. Now the blood bleeds all over the place, and it even stimulates these fierce beasts.
Lin Linxuan's physical condition is not very good. He retreated quickly. Zhang Bin's body should be eaten if he wanted to. It is difficult to find out that he was killed.
He shuttled him a few times and disappeared into the mountains.
Not long after the Lin Linxuan left, the hungry wolves rushed to the bodies of Zhang Bin and others ...
When Lin Xuan returned to Zongmen, it was already evening. The setting sun was sinking, and the afterglow spread over the earth.
He returned to the room with a tired body, fell to the bed, and fell asleep directly.
I woke up again, it was a silver moon.
Lin Linxuan carefully explored the situation inside her, and the little glass-colored sword was still hanging there. The cyan spiritual power flows slowly, and there is a faint glow in the past, but the black gas and black lotus that appear during the day are invisible.
"What a hell!" Lin Xuan touched his chin and fell into thought.
The scene of sucking blood was so shocking that a living person was sucked dry instantly. This kind of thing hasn't happened again. There have been too many strange things recently.
"What's in my body? Why did my father let me enter the family ancestor?" Lin Xuan was in doubt.
"Little baby, good swordsmanship!" Just then, a voice passed into Lin Xuan's ears.
Lin Linxuan's muscles were tight. He looked carefully at the Quartet. The sword in his hand could be stabbed at any time, but there was no figure around him.
"Come out, or I'll turn my face!"
别 "Don't look for it, I'm here." The voice said lazily.
Later, Lin Xuan felt a whirlwind. Immediately after, the cabin in front of me was gone, replaced by a gray place, with a huge tree in front, but it was withered.
Under the tree, there was a figure, black hair like a waterfall, and white clothes floating. The figure turned his back to Lin Xuan and couldn't see his face.
"You, who are you, where is this?" Lin Xuanping said in panic, Shen Sheng said.
"Hey, little boy, it's not bad, he didn't panic." The white figure turned to hear Lin Xuan's words.
This is a middle-aged man with a handsome appearance, but his scum and red wine gourd in his hands have destroyed the image of his immortal style.
"Hey, I haven't met anyone for a long time. It feels so kind to see you!" Said the middle-aged man in white, shaking the gourd in his hand.
"Who are you, what did you bring me here for?" Lin Xuan looked wary.
"Little boy, don't be so nervous. It doesn't matter who I am. Just know that I won't hurt you. As for this place, it's in your body."
"What? In my body!" Lin Xuan almost called out, then he seemed to remember something, and his eyes were full of incredible looks.
"Is it the mysterious little sword?"
The middle-aged man in white clothes looked up and took a sip of wine from the gourd, smiling without saying a word.
"What's the lotus in my body? And what is this sword?" Lin Xuan asked.
The middle-aged man in white said with a smile: "Little boy, you have a lot of problems. You will know these things in the future. Now I don't tell you."
怎么 What's the blood sucking, won't you it? Lin Xuan thought of that scary scene again.
"There is still a strength in your body, but it is secretly very good. It really stimulated me and made me wake up from deep sleep. As for what it is, I don't know." The middle-aged look in white is rare.
Alas, he soon turned into a lazy look again: "Relax, with me, the power will definitely not dare to come out!"
Lin Linxuan knew nothing, and he simply didn't ask. But letting this guy stay in his body isn't the answer, he has to find a way to get him out.
喂 "Hey, you won't stay here forever, my belly is not an inn!"
The middle-aged man in white clothes smiled and asked with a seductive voice, "Do you want to be a disciple inside, do you want to return to the family, do you want to become strong?"
The voice of the middle-aged man in white clothes seemed to be full of magic. He could hear Lin Xuan's careful liver pounding.
"Isn't that black lotus imprisoning my meridians, and with my talent, isn't it easy to become strong?" Lin Xuan was confident in himself.
"Your talent is good, but you don't think about it, how many years have you been behind others, and what resources can you get now? Do you have time to afford it?"
"Do you have a way?" Lin Xuan's small face was cloudy and uncertain. Jianchi Prefecture opened the ancestral land every ten years. It will be less than two years before the next opening. If he wants to enter the ancestral land, he must reach the top three of the younger generation.
Before he left the family, some of the young disciples in the family had already reached the Linghai realm, and now he is only the third order of Ningmai. The gap between the two is just like the nature, and it is difficult to cross.
Seeing Lin Xuan's lanky face, the middle-aged man in white smiled, "What do you think of the longevity formula?"
"You gave me that exercise!" Lin Xuan then remembered Changshengjue.
"Without longevity, can you break through to the third stage of Ningmai so quickly?" Said the middle-aged man in white. "Now, believe in my strength."
"Why do you want me to help me this way?" Lin Xuan asked cautiously. UU reads www.wukanshu.com. He knows that there is no good thing in the world for free.
"My requirements are very simple. When your strength is reached, I will tell you." The middle-aged man in white looked to the distance, his eyes were full of vicissitudes.
"Okay, deal!" Lin Xuan didn't think there was any problem.
"Let me ascend to Linghai, quickly," he said lightly.
Huh! The middle-aged man in white sprayed all the wine he just drank: "I really want a sip of spirits to kill you! What do you want to cultivate, want to step into the sky and dream!"
"Ah, what a pity!" The middle-aged white sighed.
Lin Linxuan covered his face in pain. How does this guy look like an alcoholic? He always feels fooled.
"Just call me a wine master in the future, I will make some low-grade spirits for you first, lest you can't bear the meridians."
"Winemaking? Do you want me to break through drinking?" Lin Xuan felt almost crazy.
"What's your expression?" The wine grandfather was unwilling. "Think back then, how many strong men could cry and ask my mother to make wine for them. You can drink my wine, you will be content!"
He didn't believe Lin Xuan either, he said directly: "Three snake-shaped fruits, a purple diced plant, give it to me tomorrow, and I will make wine for you."
"What? Three snake-shaped fruits, a purple flower? Do you want me to rob?" Lin Xuan shouted. He had seen it in the mission hall. One snake-shaped fruit needed 50 points. He now has a total of 50 points. How many contribution points, and I am afraid that even if there is a contribution point, you can't redeem it.
"There is nothing I can do if I ca n’t get it. It's not me who is in a hurry to upgrade anyway." The wine grandfather yawned, swung his sleeves, rolled up a gust of wind, and waved Lin Xuan out.
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