Bai Wei nodded and said respectfully: "The disciple abstained."
Fourth Sister, Zhao Xinmeng, the woman's gaze narrowed, looked at Wang Lin, and whispered: "Old Seven, if I abstain again, it would be too easy for you to get this title. You and I will fight today!"
Yun Daozi's horrified gaze flashed in Wang Lin's mind, he couldn't help but hesitated in his heart.
"Disciple, abstain!" Wang Lin took a deep breath and looked at Tian Yunzi.
Tian Yunzi was startled suddenly. This expression was almost the first time Wang Lin saw him. Tian Yunzi frowned, looked at Wang Lin, and said solemnly, "Why abstain!"
Zhao Xinmeng also lost the calmness on her face, revealing a strange light. She looked at Wang Lin and was silent.
In Wang Lin's mind, the horrified eyes before Yun Daozi remained. At this moment, when he heard Tian Yunzi's words, he was silent for a while, and said: "The disciple is not enough to be able to snatch it with the four senior sisters."
"Wang Lin!" Tian Yunzi interrupted Wang Peng's words, took a deep look at him, and said in a deep voice, "I want you to snatch it once! My disciple, don't be the cowardly person, you don't want to be People are confused, and many distracting thoughts arise for no reason. You only need to remember, everything, do what you want, I will give you half a stick of incense, you think carefully, if you still abstain, I will not persuade you!" Frowning, after finishing speaking, his gaze swept away and fell on the boss of the Huang family, Yun Daozi's body, a gloomy eye in his eyes, flashed past.
Yun Daozi noticed Master's gaze, and his heart trembled, and he quickly lowered his head.
The words of Tianyunzi fell in the ears of his exhausted six disciples, and all of them cast their eyes on Wang Lin. In their eyes, they were more surprised and re-examined.
Because in the eyes of these people, it is extremely rare to be able to comfort Master, except for the purple Sun Yun of the year, this Wang Lin is the second!
The time of Banzhuxiang gradually passed, Wang Lin flashed his eyes, looked at Tian Yunzi, respectfully clasped his fist and said, "Disciple, snatch it once!"
Tian Yunzi showed relief in his eyes, nodded and said, "Okay!"
Zhao Xinmeng, looking at Wang Lin, whispered: "Old Qi, let's start!" As she said, when she moved her body, she looked like a bird dancing butterfly and swallow, fluttering back, and separated from Wang Lin several tens of feet. At the same time, Cong Cong Yu raised his hand, pinched his hand, and moved forward a little bit.
Suddenly, purple-lighted stars appeared one after another from the nihility, coiling around the woman's body.
Wang Lin stared at those star points. On this celestial fortune star, in the battle, the magic weapon seems to be not used much. The shot is the magical power. Until today, although he has not fought many times with people, no matter who it is, it is all. It uses magical powers as the main attack method.
But seeing those stars hovering around Zhao Xinmeng, in the void of the index finger of the woman's right hand, all of a sudden, all of them condensed towards her finger. In the blink of an eye, the woman's entire right hand was reflected in a thick cloud. Among the purple.
Even her appearance is set off by purple at this moment, and she has a strange feeling.
"Lao Qi, the way of senior sister, you have never known it. Today, I will tell you that my way is the way of the demon shadow. All the magical powers in the world, as long as it is not too high above my cultivation level, I only need to read it once, although It can't be fully displayed, but it can be imitated more or less! This technique is created by imitating your demon finger, I call it, the purple demon hand!"
As he said, Zhao Xinmeng slapped his right hand forward, and suddenly, the purple light surrounded by his hand flashed out suddenly, separated from his hand, and galloped towards Wang Lin with a whistling sound.
Wang Lin's eyes flashed and his body retreated. At the same time, the index finger of his right hand was lifted, and the immortal force inside his body moved, and he immediately reversed. Suddenly, on the tip of Wang Lin's right finger, a purple spark appeared.
At the moment when the sparks appeared, a monstrous magical energy suddenly whizzed out and enveloped the surroundings.
Whether this son is really the person who fits my luck, he left me a sentence, my way is the way of heaven, only by looking for a person who fits my luck, can I step out of the third Possibility of step. "Tian Yunzi looked as usual, staring briefly on Wang Lin's right index finger.
"If this son is true, then I am lucky, and at all costs, I have to fight it again! Since meeting him, in the past 30,000 years, I have failed countless times. The original many disciples are all lost at this moment. Most of the time, I did this, whether it was right or wrong!" Tian Yunzi looked at Wang Lin with a trace of melancholy in his eyes.
"Hua Mozhi!" Wang Lin muttered with solemn eyes.
The purple Mars above his index finger suddenly dropped out, flashed forward, and suddenly collided with Zhao Xinmeng's Purple Demon hand.
The purple star point completely melted into the purple light, and a burst of crackling noise suddenly radiated out of it madly. At the same time, a burst of strange changes, within it, continued to evolve.
This slight change lasted for less than a few breaths before it collapsed immediately, but saw a purple halo, venting crazily from within, turning into a sky of magical energy, rumbling and spreading around.
The magical power contained in the halo that vented out was several times higher than that contained in the Demon Finger of the King Lin Hua, and it was obviously generated by inversion after some strange change.
Zhao Xinmeng's body immediately backed away. She slapped her storage bag with her right hand, and an extra bead appeared in her hand. She had a sly look in her eyes, and she vomited, "Come on!"
As soon as he said this, the magic power spreading around him suddenly paused. Then, at an extremely fast speed, he swept away frantically towards the bead in Zhao Xinmeng's hand, and in a blink of an eye, it was completely absorbed by the bead.
The bead, which was originally white and flawless, became pitch-black at this moment, as if there was an injustice in it, exuding bursts of cold air.
"Lao Qi, Senior Sister won't grab the title of Yun Qizi that day with you, but the magic power after the alienation must go to me!" Zhao Xinmeng held the beads and chuckled lightly.
Wang Lin glanced at the bead and said in a deep voice: "You created the purple magic hand for music, presumably to induce me to use the magic finger, so as to absorb the magic power in it. Sister, if you tell me directly, maybe the younger brother doesn't have it. Disgusted, but at this moment, if you want to get that magic power, it is impossible!
The moment Wang Lin spoke, the dark magic energy in the beads in Zhao Xinmeng's hands disappeared, as if it had never appeared before, and the dark beads quickly turned white.
This magic power is not the real power of magic repair, but a trace of illusion that Wang Lin uses to reverse his own immortal power. In this way, he can do whatever he wants, and he can collapse it with a move of his mind.
This kind of reversal of the immortal power cannot be given to people, otherwise, under the research of the other party, it will naturally find out the real method of cultivating the magic finger. Wang Lin once promised Situ Nan that these three ultimate moves will never be passed on!
Zhao Xinmeng's complexion darkened, her eyebrows furrowed, she glanced at the beads in her hand, and under a pinch, the beads suddenly shattered. She raised her head to look at Wang Lin and whispered: "Old Qi, I only want you to have a trace of magic. Give it to me, I immediately abstain and quit, otherwise..."
Wang Lin looked at Zhao Xinmeng. There was a slight affair between him and this woman, but on the whole, they owe nothing to each other. At this moment, upon hearing this, Wang Lin said flatly: "Senior Sister, I can't help you with this favor!"
Zhao Jiumeng looked at Wang Lin. After Shaoba, he lifted his right hand and vomited "Nine Revolutions Refining the Immortal Jue!"
As soon as she said this, a vast golden light immediately whizzed out of Zhao Xinmeng's body. At the same time, her complexion was also enveloped by golden light, and it seemed that she was full of strange feelings.
Her right hand, at this moment, looked like a golden cast, exuding bursts of golden light.
A metallic celestial force suddenly emerged from his right hand, forming a golden vortex, which slowly turned on his right hand.
One revolution, two revolutions, three revolutions, four revolutions, five revolutions... In total, after five revolutions, the golden vortex stopped and revolved in reverse. Wang Lin's eyes flashed and he raised his left hand. In his hand, the power of the three-turned Golden Immortal who was imprisoned suddenly burst out, condensing it on the palm of his hand.
But seeing a vortex of the same size, silently, appeared in Wang Lin's left hand, slowly rotating, one revolution, two revolutions, three revolutions!
A hint of surprise flashed in Zhao Xinmeng's eyes. She gave Wang Lin the Nine Ranks Immortal Refining Technique for only a few days, but the other party actually cultivated the strength of the Third Rank in this short period of time. This is beyond her. Imagine.
"Old seventh, the power of the third revolution is useless to me!" Zhao Xinmeng put away the shocked look in his eyes, and said flatly.
Wang Lin's expression was as usual, and the immortal power in his body moved suddenly. One of them, following his left hand, directly merged into the power of the third-turn golden immortal. In vain, the three-turn power suddenly shook and turned around again. !
"It's now, turn four!" Wang Lin said, the immortal force flew out of his body again, and went crazy into his left hand.
Turn four Jinxian's power, turn again!
"Now, it's Rank 5!" Wang Lin's expression remained the same, but he was suffering from extreme pain in his body. The power of the Golden Immortal in his left hand was already somewhat uncontrollable, but Wang Lin's strength was definitely not what Zhao Xinmeng could imagine. , After all, all the experience of Vermilion Star was something that a disciple of a famous school like Zhao Xinmeng would never encounter in his life.
At this moment, in Zhao Xinmeng's eyes, Wang Lin's expression was as usual, his complexion was calm, and he didn't show any clues at all.
Wang Lin smiled slightly, looked at Zhao Xinmeng, and said, "Do you want to see my Sixth Rank Golden Immortal Power?"
Zhao Xinmeng's expression sank, looked at Wang Lin, and slowly said, "Even if you really have Rank 6 power, you are not my opponent!"
Wang Lin laughed and slapped his storage bag with his right hand. The troll clan's battle axe suddenly turned into a black glow, flashed out, and floated directly in the void.
At the same time, Wang Lin flicked the beast-driving circle with his wrist and landed aside, turning into a god-shooting car with a bang. "Plus these two, how about you!"