Museum of Deadly Beasts

He Qing certainly doesn't know. She doesn't even know what's new in Wangcheng, let alone other places.

It's the same with Jiang Ziqi. He has a weak temperament and is a kind of idle person. In recent years, he has been hiding in the mountains and forests. He also doesn't know what happened outside. For him, the biggest social activity is the visitor hall.

Black crow and ghost baby lady are often outside. They talked about some recent big events, but they should have nothing to do with the curator.

Laotian shakes his head even more, and he is not the kind of person who inquires about things. Although he has four animal pets, Laotian prefers the idyllic life of making small noises. To put it bluntly, it is more comfortable to be the king of mountains.

As for Feng Ziqian and Zhao Jingyan, they can't explain why.

It's been a long time since we chatted. According to the normal situation, at this time, the visiting living room will be closed soon.

The eight visitors were all staring at the moment.

"Curator, he didn't come."

"Now, it should be. It's strange."

"It's no surprise to me that the curator didn't say he would come every time."

Laotian said this at this time.

This was his careless words. As soon as he finished, he looked up and saw that other people were looking at him. This made Laotian blush and stammer: "you, what do you think I'm doing? I'm right. The curator didn't say that he was sure to come back."

When people think about it, it's true.

Not to mention the curators, even they are the same. Except for the first time, they are forced to inhale them in the living room, and the rest are entered into the cracks by themselves.

In other words, if they have something to do, they can actually choose not to enter.

This is the truth of freedom to come and go.

It's just that all along, because of their inertia, people come every time the visitor hall is opened, not to mention that in their hearts, every time the living room is opened, it's an opportunity to contact the curator. Each of them has benefited from the visitor hall, so no matter what, they never miss.

But the curator is different. If the curator has something else to do, it's really not necessary to come every time, and the curator has not guaranteed it.

"Lao Tian, you have a point." At this time, ye Yuzhou suddenly opened up.

"Yes, if the curator has something to do, he must have no way to come. Lao Tian, I can't think of it if you don't say it." The black crow also laughs.

Several other people also nodded to Laotian frequently, which made Laotian more embarrassed.

"It seems that we can only ask the curator the next time the visitor hall opens."

"Yes, but there is still some time. We can continue to talk and exchange what we need."

Although they were disappointed, the curator didn't come and they didn't do anything.

This is especially true for Feng Ziqian and Zhao Jingyan, who are visiting the living room for the second time. Originally, this time they had a lot of words and questions to ask the curator, but now they have to wait.

Naturally, they don't know that the curator is really in some trouble at the moment.

Because of the fire bombing of rhubarb, the thunder clouds above have been dispersed, the rainstorm has stopped for a long time, and the original night sky has reappeared. The cool night after the rain is really very good, whether it is the air or the scenery.

Colin is in no mood to appreciate it now.

He discovered that he had underestimated the damage caused by the power of thunder. Originally, Lin Quan intended to use it on himself according to the secret method of giving cup.

But obviously not.

He's not a monster. He doesn't have the tough physique of a monster, and the monster also has a rank, but Lin Jin doesn't. He can't hide the thunder in the viscera and turn it into his own use.

Fortunately, Lin Jin knew that nothing could be done, so he didn't go on. He had to step back and take the second place. He guided the power of thunder to a silver needle.

To quench this silver needle with thunder.

Now Lin Jin is also feeling the stone to cross the river, relying on his previous experience. If he succeeds, he can get a powerful magic weapon. If he fails, he will not lose anything.

During this period, Lin Jing was also absorbed. When he found that the dragon fire was not strong enough, he immediately turned to the fire that had not been saved. If the fire that had not been saved was not good, he took the risk of using the "Phoenix Fire" that he was not yet proficient in.

The fire of Phoenix was obtained from the last time when he condensed the eggs of Phoenix. After Lin Jin's cultivation, he had some fire conditions. Of course, the means and proficiency he used were far less than that of dragon fire. He was forced to release it now.

In front of Lin Jin, a silver needle was suspended in the air, and there were many thunders beating on it, which was very unstable. Lin Jin opened his mouth and blew gently, and a scarlet flame flew out and wound around the silver needle.

This flame has a kind of blood red color. It is the Phoenix fire that Lin Jin has been pregnant and raised for a long time. This flame is more like a real fluid. Now it is wrapped on the silver needle.

After a while, the thunder was still beating. Lin Jing quickly raised his hand to take out four silver needles and put them into it."Although I haven't refined the weapon, if I use the weapon as the elixir, maybe the alchemy technique can also be used." Lin Jin murmured to himself at this time. Indeed, Lin Jin's alchemy was remarkable. At the beginning, it was his excellent alchemy and many lost prescriptions that saved the life of the Shi family.

At this moment, smelt five silver balls to form a big needle.

The silver needle is three inches long. It not only contains Phoenix Fire, but also contains thunder.

Originally, a small number of Tianlei were completely imprisoned in this large silver needle. In this way, they had the power of thunder and fire.

"Later, this silver needle will be called thunder fire needle!"

When it was finished, Lin Jin was sweating all over, and the sky was slightly bright.

It was a night before I knew it.

The little fox in the wine cup is still sleeping, and the small fire nest is on the side. He is also slowly repairing the damage caused by the thunder. It's rhubarb, who has been tossing about for almost a night. Now he is standing on the stone valiantly and blaring.

Lin Jin looked and laughed.

Rhubarb is advanced.

You know, before, Lin Jin had been preparing for the advancement of rhubarb. He not only planted the golden black feather, but also ate the precious Cordyceps sinensis.

Originally, rhubarb already had the appearance of advancement, but during this period of time, there were too many things for Lin Jin to take care of. Who would have expected that rhubarb would go up against the trend when he was hit by the thunder this time, and he would advance by mistake.

Today's rhubarb has entered the fourth level, which is extremely high in gold, even more than the Yin and Yang Dharma body of small fire. Because after rhubarb has been blasted off a lot of chicken feathers by Tianlei, the chicken feathers that grow again now look exactly the same as the golden and black feathers.

That's a good thing.

It's a great thing.

Tianlei has the magic effect of washing marrow. This time rhubarb is promoted by Tianlei, which is more perfect than perfect. Even Lin Jin can't predict his future achievements.

Perhaps, when rhubarb is advanced to the fifth level, all his feathers may turn into golden black feathers.

At that time, it may be reborn and become the body of Jin and Wu.