Volume 1 Lin Yuan Chapter 43 The Smiling Lamb
Is it the pain of a crack in the palm of your hand when you swung a knife into granite?
Or was it the numbness caused by being slapped by the forest bear king and crashed into a tree?
"Ding..."
A familiar voice, a familiar feeling, the vibration brought by the true power was like a violent collision with another cultivator's flying sword in the air.
The Qinggang sword pierced Murong Xumu quickly and fiercely, and then was bounced away cleanly and neatly.
"Even when he fainted, he couldn't break through his defenses?"
Wang Chen couldn't believe it and retracted the Qinggang Sword and went forward to check.
Murong Xumu's skin was covered with a layer of ice crystals. He chopped twice with the Qinggang sword, making two "clang" sounds, as if he was chopping on a giant flying sword, and it was of very good quality and extremely hard.
"First, Shui Yunyao had an evil ghost protecting her, and then this guy froze himself. There are too many life-saving methods in the cultivation world." Wang Chen was a little angry.
"It's better to go. It will be troublesome if this guy wakes up." Xiaoyao said in a low voice, as if she was worried about waking up Murong Xumu.
"Go?" Wang Chen's eyes turned.
"Of course it's impossible. I killed the monster with my own ability, so why can't I touch the corpse?" The more he looked at Murong Xumu, the angrier he became.
The key point is that even when Murong Xumu fainted with his eyes closed, he was still so charming and handsome, and the smile frozen at the corner of his mouth made him look like a lifelike wax figure with superb craftsmanship.
He simply took the root of the Datura root and placed it directly under Murong Xumu's nose to prevent him from reviving his body. Wang Chen's eyes began to wander over Murong Xumu's body.
"By the way, what's the name of this guy playing with ice?"
Wang Chen felt that this kind of cultivator must not be an unknown person. Although he defeated him this time, he would still have to be careful next time he heard this name.
"He seems to be engaged in animal husbandry." Xiaoyao thought hard for a while and said, "He is a shepherd boy or something like that."
"Animal husbandry? I think it was called Vanity. It's a pretty fitting name."
Wang Chen began to steal Murong Xumu's storage ring with skillful movements.
Musk, bezoar, bear paws and tiger bones, the most valuable parts of the prey often follow certain patterns.
For cultivators, the storage ring is the most valuable place.
The storage ring on Murong Xumu's finger was made of black iron with sea-blue gemstones, and it was obvious that it was not an ordinary item.
Often, the higher the level of the storage ring, the larger the space inside it.
Wang Chen now has a total of seven storage rings in his hand, but the largest one is only the size of a wardrobe, and the capacity to store items is limited. Moreover, this kind of space container unique to the cultivation world cannot store items in each other, otherwise the ring will collapse the moment the space comes into contact.
Therefore, Wang Chen often complained in his heart that it would be better to use a rope to string the storage rings together and use them as a big gold chain instead of traveling with a bunch of broken rings.
"Look at what a good ice this guy is doing. The contents of that ring are probably several times larger than an ordinary storage ring. Not to mention the good stuff inside, this storage ring itself is already a huge gain." Wang Chen felt a little happy and reached out to touch the back of Murong Xumu's white hand.
However, a line of words appeared before my eyes.
"The ring has been refined, and is made with advanced space storage technology. It has a large space and is not easy to be damaged. After the holder refines it with true power, if someone else uses a different kind of true power to force it open, it will trigger a space explosion, and everything will be destroyed. It is usually used to protect the sect's inheritance and prevent leakage. Chance strength: None."
Wang Chen's hand stopped less than a palm's distance away from the ring. He paused for a moment, then with a gloomy face, he silently picked up the Qinggang sword and stabbed Murong Xumu fiercely.
“No more playing!”
"I'm not allowed to touch the corpse even after I killed the monster."
"Dang, dang, dang!" The Qinggang sword chopped on Murong Xumu's body, sparks flying.
But Wang Chen quickly stopped this meaningless action, looked at the blade of the Qinggang Sword with some heartache, and couldn't help but put it away.
Don't fail to touch the treasure and instead break the blade of your most powerful flying sword. That would be too not worth it.
"I just don't believe it." He began to flip through Murong Xumu.
Outside Huangpo Village is a large river called Hunhe River. The water is turbid and boundless, and a giant needle-backed turtle often appears on the riverbank. This turtle has needle-like protrusions on its shell, and when it encounters danger, it will curl up into the shape of a sea urchin to form a defense without blind spots.
Even so, because of its delicious meat, this turtle is still hunted by hunters in Huangpo Village, and they have learned to peel the shell along the texture of the turtle's back.
At this moment, Wang Chen felt like he was fighting a battle of wits and courage with a cowering prey. When he turned it over, he found that the layer of ice crystals was actually covering the surface of the skin . In other words, clothes, shoes and socks were not within the protection range.
Murong Xumu closed his eyes, rolled over with a smile, and was stripped of his clothes by Wang Chen with extremely skillful techniques.
"Tsk tsk." Wang Chen felt that Murong Xumu's skin was so white that it was dazzling.
"Even the soft and delicious clam meat that was spit out from the cracks of the giant shells in the Hunhe River did not have this color." Wang Chen swallowed his saliva as he thought.
The light blue coat, trimmed with silver threads, was elegant and graceful. The crystal glass belt felt cold to the touch, vaguely communicating with the true power, giving the true power a bonus to casting ice-based spells.
"Ice silk lining..." Wang Chen felt it was a bit feminine, and he had no interest in wearing someone else's lining. He wanted to throw it away, but he became cautious.
“Brother Xuvanity seems to be of high status. This clothing must be some high-end product that I can sell for spirit stones later.” So Wang Chen stuffed it into his storage ring. It didn’t take up space anyway.
The same goes for shoes and socks. Wang Chen had no interest in wearing other people's shoes, and he didn't even take them off.
But after a moment, Murong Xumu maintained the evil smile he had before he fell into coma. He was left with only a pair of right-angled ice silk shorts and exquisite cloud-patterned shoes, lying peacefully on the slowly melting ice.
"Don't you want that?" Xiaoyao pointed at Murong Xumu's shorts.
"If that thing is taken off...what will happen?" Wang Chen was stunned when he heard this. He didn't say anything but looked at Xiaoyao's innocent big eyes for a long time.
"don't want."
The next two words are clean, concise and full of meaning.
The wind started to blow, and Wang Chen casually draped the light blue coat over his shoulders and walked outside, feeling a hint of coolness, but he was not happy in his heart.
It’s a bit like buying the box and returning the pearls. The most valuable pearls are in the exploding ring.
"Don't you want the things in here?" Xiaoyao felt that Wang Chen was a little strange today, which was not in line with his previous style of taking advantage of others.
"What else?"
"Stinky shoes and socks?"
"Or the dirty little shorts that Brother Vain is wearing?"
"Why bother with the details? What if this guy wakes up?" Wang Chen turned his head to give Xiaoyao an understanding look, but was stunned for a moment, because he saw Xiaoyao holding a fist-sized spirit stone. The whole body was like a symmetrical and perfect piece of topaz, soft and translucent without a trace of impurities. The rich spiritual energy turned into spiritual mist , dancing around the spirit stone, and then flowed into the body of the spirit stone like a tired bird returning to its nest.
