Lin Sansheng pondered for a while, then walked over, used the "Nine Deaths" technique, and punched the pattern fiercely.
Bang!
The pattern remained motionless and did not change at all.
"Mouse, what are you doing?" Ling Yan frowned and said with a puzzled face: "Can you hammer out a way out by hammering on this pattern?"
Lin Sansheng said nothing, but his eyes became more determined, and the aura on his body became heavier.
"mouse… "
"Sister Ling Yan, please stop talking." Luo Xiaoman stopped Ling Yan and said thoughtfully: "The mouse needs to concentrate on sensing something and cannot be disturbed."
After hearing what she said, Ling Yan quickly covered her mouth, not daring to say anything for fear of disturbing Lin Sansheng.
At this moment, she looked at Lin Sansheng's serious expression from the side and felt a little handsome.
Although Lin Sansheng is actually not outstanding in appearance, with triangular eyes, a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, as the old saying goes, serious men are the most handsome, and perhaps this is the best expression.
Bang bang bang! !
Lin Sansheng had a sullen face and punched the pattern one after another.
However, no matter how he bombarded it, there was no change in the pattern.
"Oh, you guys are really boring." Yan Fanglin shook his head and said with a mocking look on his face: "Don't waste your energy. If you keep hammering like this, it will only make me feel upset..."
Boom!
At this moment, a crack appeared in the pattern.
"Rat?!" Luo Xiaoman's eyes lit up and he looked at Lin Sansheng in surprise.
Lin Sansheng's eyes could not hide his excitement. "I understand!! This Immortal Xingxuan is a body refiner."
"Although I don't know the meaning of doing this, my intuition tells me that I have to hammer this pattern to death!!"
Luo Xiaoman's eyes flashed with a strange light.
She knew that this was Lin Sansheng's opportunity, and whether he could seize it or not depended on his luck.
The most important thing is that although the true essence is imprisoned here, it does not seem to imprison the spirit of the body refiner!
"Hmph, it's just a crack. You can't break out a way out of this pattern, right?" Although Yan Fanglin was a little surprised that a crack appeared in this pattern, he still didn't think this pattern would hide any mystery.
Although he was taunting him, Lin Sansheng remained unmoved.
He gritted his teeth, continued to raise his fist, and kept bombarding the pattern.
At this moment, he struck even more unreservedly, punch after punch, and never stopped even when his fists were torn and bloody.
As if possessed, he kept repeating the movements, as if he would not stop until the pattern was hammered into pieces.
"Little miss, will something happen to the mouse?" Ling Yan couldn't help but worry as she saw Lin Sansheng's bloody fist.
"Xiaolong, take a look." Luo Xiaoman frowned and motioned to Xiaolong to figure out whether there was any mystery behind this pattern.
"Mother, this pattern is very ordinary, nothing unusual about it."
"Break it for me!!"
At this moment, Lin Sansheng shouted loudly and punched him.
Boom!
Finally, the pattern was blown to pieces, and the fragments flew away and fell on the ground around them.
Buzz!
A ray of fire lit up from behind the pattern, gradually converging into a figure.
(End of chapter)