In the Medicine Hall, a chic and quiet elegant room.

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

Hu Xingyang poured a cup of spiritual tea filled with fragrance and handed it to Liu Yue opposite, smiling attentively: "This is the newly developed spiritual tea of ??the Medicine Hall, Deacon Liu, have a taste?"

Liu Yue elegantly picked up the teacup, took a sip, and stopped after tasting it, obviously not interested.

Putting down the teacup, Liu Yue said solemnly, "How is that guy? It's been three days, and there's no movement at all."

Knowing who she was talking about, Hu Xingyang smiled and said, "Don't worry. Master Kuyun, he has been in a hurry to break through to a one-star profound master recently, and his temper is extremely short-tempered. No one can stand it, let alone him!"

This guy, in the Nine Stars Contest, even dared to kill Wang Ning.

Such a big temper, doing things in Kuyun's hands, can't stand it.

"You didn't see it, how ugly his face was three days ago, and he wanted to run as soon as he got down."

Hu Xingyang put down the teacup and said leisurely.

Liu Yue raised her brows and pondered, "What about later?"

Hu Xingyang smiled indifferently: "With me here, can you still escape? This guy refused to enter for a long time, but he was pushed in by me in the end. If you fall into this pit, it will be hard to think of death!"

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

Hu Xingyang shook the teacup in his hand and said softly, "Don't worry, this medicine hall is no better than other places. Even if Xinyan came, she would not have the right to speak! Unless the sword-wielding elder personally intervenes, there is no reason for anyone to come."

Liu Yue said lightly: "No hurry, Ruo Xinyan is here, give me a good reception, I will see how she begs me!"

Thinking of the heroic appearance of Xinyan's sword in front of her, Liu Yue felt that it was more ruthless than Lin Yun's three whips.

Bang!

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

A cold light flashed in Hu Xingyang's eyes, and he said with a smile: "The furnace is fried... No accident, in all likelihood, it is Master Kuyun's alchemy room."

Liu Yue nodded slightly: "Do you know what to do?"

"Don't worry, I will send someone to watch. As long as you dare to escape, I will immediately catch him. After entering the door of the Medicine Hall, don't even think about going out for me!"

...

After the explosion, the alchemy room of Grandmaster Kuyun was in a mess, and the smell of burnt was everywhere.

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

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

He was unaware, muttering to himself, looking at the pale Huoyundan in his palm, his eyes filled with disappointment: "I failed again, this road is really difficult, you can just stay here for a while, I'll just go. Come."

"doing what?"

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

After a little tidying up, the refined Huoyun Dan was placed on the table at will, and Master Kuyun hurriedly left the alchemy master.

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.

Holding the Fire Cloud Pill refined by Withered Cloud in his hand and playing with it, without exception, the spirit patterns were not successfully branded.

Without the branding spirit pattern, this Fire Cloud Pill would be of little value.

Lin Yun put down the Huoyun Dan, smiled indifferently, and was noncommittal.

Withered Cloud is a typical gambler's mentality, and the fire cloud spirit pattern drawn by it has an unstable foundation. Forcibly pieced together, it is possible to be damned if it succeeds.

In short, at the level of Kuyun, there is no way to refine such a complex one-star spirit pattern.

Looking at the magic tool pen beside the table, as well as the wet ink, Lin Yun's eyes flashed, thoughtful.

After thinking about it, he held this magic pen in his hand.

He took out another piece of white paper overflowing with spiritual light, and the True Essence in the body slowly revolved, and a strand of True Essence containing the power of the years immediately poured into the pen.

"This instrument is really useful. It's much more convenient than drawing it with my hands."

Lin Yun held the spirit pattern pen and persuaded with emotion that his level had not reached the level of void pattern.

That day, it was also related to why a few spirit patterns were branded, and the loss was huge.

After getting acquainted with the magic pen, Lin Yun was mobilizing the flame of the purple kite, condensing it on the tip of the pen.

With a very serious look on his handsome and handsome face, he began to draw the fire cloud spirit pattern based on the picture in his memory.

One after another, the basic spirit patterns are elegantly formed on the tip of his pen.

Compared with Master Kuyun, the basic spirit pattern that is like a dog lying on his stomach and a chicken's paw.

The basic spirit patterns written by Lin Yun are fresh, elegant, and agile; each stroke is like an iron painting with a silver hook, with strong bones, not like a spirit pattern, but more like a poetic font.

Under the perfusion of the power of the years, the basic spirit patterns are full of aura, the smoke is dewy, and it is inexhaustible.

At this moment, even in his dirty apprentice uniform, he couldn't hide the aura on Lin Yun's body under his concentration.

The nib flows smoothly, and after a while, many basic lines are formed.

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

And then a little bit of brushwork, like the finishing touch, many basic spirit patterns came alive in an instant.

With a single stroke, it was instantly condensed and formed, and the fire cloud spirit pattern like water and clouds was completely imprinted on the fire cloud pill.

Whoa!

The white paper overflowing with inspiration, snorted and burned.

After the fire, the fire cloud pill was reborn, the surface of the pill body was full of luster, and the fire cloud pattern at the bottom was overflowing.

"Looks like it's not that difficult."

Lin Yun put down the new Fire Cloud Pill and started writing again. The process of drawing spirit patterns was very strange.

The whole person is immersed, an indescribable mysterious state.

Compared to the last time, I was so exhausted that I wanted to die. This time I felt much more relaxed and freehand, which made me want to devote myself to it.

It didn't take long for him to draw three fire cloud patterns, all of which were successfully branded.

After thinking about it, in the Heart Sutra of Years, there is a record that Huoyun Dan can actually be matched with two other spiritual patterns.

A Fire Cloud Pill, if three spiritual patterns are imprinted at the same time...

Lin Yun felt excited when he thought about it, spread out the spiritual paper, and focused on drawing.

In the middle of the painting, footsteps sounded, and Kuyun looked like he had seen a ghost, his face changed greatly: "Dog thing, what are you doing with my pen!"

Lin Yun, who was focused, was slightly absent-minded, and the rhythm suddenly became chaotic.

The holy flame of the purple kite condensed at the tip of the nose, accompanied by the power of the years, suddenly dispersed, and the entire pen burned.

The incomparably precious Ling Wen pen was burned to ashes in Lin Yun's hands.

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

"My Spirit Rune Pen!"

Master Ku Yun's anxious eyes turned red, he rushed over and pushed Lin Yun away. Looking at the pile of burning ashes, his eyes were wet, and he said tremblingly: "This is the pen that my father passed on to me, and I promise him that I must use this pen to become a two-star profound master! Damn...you dog. Things, do you know that you can't touch other people's pen casually, you will allow others to touch your sword secretly

? "

Lin Yun was lost for it, knowing that he had moved the taboo, and quickly apologized: "Master, I'm really sorry..."

"Go away! Shit, I want you to inherit my mantle before, it's only been three days, and your dog's tail is up in the sky!"

Master Kuyun looked indifferent, trembling with anger, pointed at Lin Yun and said: "You hurry up and get out of my way, if you were not so diligent in your work before, I would have the heart to degrade you as a medicine slave!"

The master of the Medicine Hall does have this power.

Between Lin Yun's eyebrows, his mood was a little low, although he looked down on this Master Kuyun.

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

Without these, he still doesn't know anything about refining medicine.

But he broke someone else's spirit pattern pen, and he really felt ashamed of the other party.

He understands Master Kuyun very well, just like someone broke his burial foil, he must kill the other party.

Lin Yun hoped that Master Kuyun would punish him.

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

Master Kuyun, furious, pointed at Lin Yun and cursed.

Lin Yun hesitated, wanting to tell him that he had successfully branded a few Fire Cloud Pills.

But the other party kept scolding him for getting out, and his emotions were a little out of control. Lin Yun was afraid that if he continued to stay, something would really happen, so he had to give up.

"Master, I'm sorry."

Bending down and bowing, Lin Yun left silently.

After Lin Yun walked out for a while, Master Ku Yun gradually calmed down, but his expression was somewhat desolate.

Before his father died, he passed the pen to him, and he swore in front of his father that he would use this pen to become a two-star mysterious master.

But now...it's all empty.

"Father, let you down, this road is really difficult..."

Thinking of the explosion of the furnace four times in a month, which became the laughing stock of the Medicine Hall, many past events came to mind. Tears swirled in his eyes, and Master Kuyun resisted not letting the tears stay.

"This is...."

Suddenly, his expression changed, and he found that the Huoyundan in front of the table was a little different.

Taking a look in his hand, the bottom is the fire cloud pattern of flowing clouds and flowing water, one, two... three in total, all of which are fire cloud pills successfully imprinted with spiritual patterns.

Recalling before, Lin Yun's expression was so filthy, but focused.

rock!

Master Kuyun's expression changed greatly, his body trembled, and Huoyun Dan fell from his hands in an uproar.

"This child... my old bastard, I missed this child!"

Endless guilt poured into his heart, and the tears in Master Kuyun's eyes couldn't stop flowing. This child is clearly a peerless genius, and he can only move the pen with certainty.

It wasn't that he interrupted Lin Yun, the spirit pattern pen couldn't destroy it at all.

But he also drenched the blood of Lin Yun's scolding, and even said ugly things like dog things several times.

But Lin Yun didn't have any rebuttal, and let him swear at him.

A few decades old things are not even comparable to a child.

After wiping his face, Master Kuyun panicked and rushed out.

No, mine found him!

...

In the hall of the Medicine Hall, Lin Yun came out and happened to see an old acquaintance Huangfu Jingxuan.

"What a coincidence, how has Brother Lin been in the past three days, does this count as a break from suffering?" Huangfu Jingxuan smiled and said jokingly.

Lin Yun's expression was gloomy, slightly sad, and he smiled bitterly, not wanting to mention more.

"Get out of the way, let this deacon get out of the way!"

There was a sudden sound in the hall, and the sound of hurried footsteps saw Liu Yue and Hu Xingyang with a group of guards aggressively killing them.

Lin Yun and Huangfu Jingxuan both changed their expressions.

"Catch me!"

Hu Xingyang grinned, pointed at Lin Yun, and yelled loudly.

Huangfu Jingxuan's expression changed slightly, and he said solemnly, "Wait! Deacon Hu, do you know who he is?"

Hu Xingyang laughed and said: "Of course I know, but this is the Hall of Medicine Pills. He destroyed Master Kuyun's spirit pattern pen and wanted to escape. I tell you, there are no doors, let alone Xinyan even Luo. Elder Feng is here, but he can't save you!"

Liu Yue folded her arms around her chest, looked arrogant, and said with a sneer, "Little Swordsman, you have caused a terrible disaster. Don't even think about going out today. Stay here and be a medicine slave!"

Huangfu Jingxuan's complexion changed drastically, not only him, but other people in the hall also changed wildly.

Master Kuyun, although he has a bad temper, his strength is at the top of the one-star profound masters.

Destroying his spirit rune pen is like hitting the face of the Medicine Hall.

If you forgive Lin Yun lightly, where will the face of the Medicine Hall be left in the future.

Lin Yun's face was gloomy, this Liu Yue was really vicious, and he had to force him into a corner!

"The master is here!"

The exclamation sounded, and a figure rushed over in a hurry.

Hu Xingyang looked back and saw that it was Master Ku Yun, who couldn't help showing a flattering smile, stepped forward and said, "Master, we know that Lin Yun has destroyed your spirit pattern pen, and we are preparing to shut him up as a medicine slave. Don't worry, The Medicine Pill Palace will definitely not let him go!"

"Go away!"

But who knows that Master Kuyun pushes Hu Xingyang away rudely and walks straight towards Lin Yun.

Seeing Lin Yun's slightly immature face, endless guilt welled up in his heart, Master Ku Yun thumped and knelt to the ground: "Lin Yun, it's the master's fault!"

No one thought that Master Ku Yun would actually kneel in front of Lin Yun.

Liu Yue and Hu Xingyang, who were still sneering in the dark, were dumbfounded on the spot, and their eyes were full of shock. how can that be?