"Please take this spiritual medicine." Zhuang Lin borrowed the spiritual medicine and gave birth to a white-year innate spiritual medicine in the medicine pool for two hundred years. Then he took it out from it, put it in the palm of his hand, washed away impurities with his vitality, and handed it to Zi Yue.

Zi Yue glanced at the spiritual medicine handed over by Zhuang Lin, raised her head, looked at him with beautiful eyes, and a strange color flashed across her beautiful face.

She has lived in the secret realm of Emei since she was a child and followed her master to practice. Now, she has been practicing for more than 20 years. I don’t know how many spiritual medicines I have seen and taken, so she is naturally familiar with all kinds of spiritual medicines. With just one glance, she saw that the spiritual medicines handed over by Zhuang Lin was over two hundred years old.

Although this is the second time she has come to the mundane world in her life, she also knows that in the mundane world, the lack of spiritual medicines in the mundane world now, not to mention the innate spiritual medicines that have been over a hundred years, even spiritual medicines that have been over fifty years are priceless treasures.

She once heard a senior in the secret realm mention that in order to collect resources for cultivation, the casual cultivators in this mundane world even declined their own identities and joined the government. Sometimes, for one or two spiritual medicines, they might fight each other.

At the beginning, she was still half-believing and half-doubted, but this time she left the secret realm and walked in this mundane world. After half a year and after walking through so many places, she truly understood the lack of cultivation resources in the mundane world.

So when Zhuang Lin took out this two hundred-year-old innate elixir, she showed that strange expression.

"I can't tell you, you guys have a lot of private work. I'm afraid that even those casual cultivators who have obtained this kind of innate spiritual medicine for two hundred years will be kept as treasures themselves, and they will definitely not be willing to take it out and give it to others." Zi Yue did not reach out to pick it up, but squinted her eyes, looked at Zhuang Lin, and joked with a smile.

Zhuang Lin lacks the most spiritual medicine to own that medicine pool. As long as there is sufficient medicine, he can do as much spiritual medicine as he wants to produce. Although this two hundred-year-old innate spiritual medicine is precious, he still doesn't take it seriously.

"The elixirs of these two hundred years may be precious to us in the mundane world, but I'm afraid you don't take it seriously. You helped me like this this time, so I can only regard it as my thank you." Zhuang Lin grinned and said.

Seeing that his expression was as old as before and without any reluctance, Zi Yue believed that he really didn't care, so she didn't say anything more. She reached out to take the elixir and put it in front of Zhuang Lin, put it in her mouth, chewed it gently, and swallowed it.

"Zuqi, I didn't expect that what you practiced was actually the martial arts left by the martial arts cultivator of Guloulan." After swallowing the spiritual medicine, Zi Yue seemed to have discovered something. Her beautiful eyes suddenly opened and looked at Zhuang Lin, with a look of surprise on her face.

When she heard the word "yuanqi" in her mouth, Zhuang Lin's heart did not tremble violently. She felt an impulse in her heart, but in just a moment, he suppressed it.

"That's right, the martial arts I practiced were indeed left by the martial arts practitioners of ancient Loulan. I got it in a large tomb of Loulan when I went to the Loulan Desert." Since Zi Yue could see it at a glance, it would make no sense to deny it at this time, so he said simply, three points true and seven points false.

Anyway, his martial arts were obtained from the mysterious stone tablet inside the ring, and this ring was indeed a treasure belonging to ancient Loulan. It is not wrong to say that his martial arts were obtained from the ancient Loulan civilization.

"I think when you fight with people, you just use your energy to transform fist shadows outside your body to fight against the enemy. I'm afraid you just obtained the practice skills and did not get any related ancient martial arts skills." Zi Yue refused to say anything about his answer, and then asked again.

"Well, there was only one practice technique engraved on the sarcophagus at that time. Over the years, I have been exploring and practicing alone. Even the trick of using vitality to transform fist shadows outside the body was something I only found out recently." Zhuang Lin nodded and said helplessly.

He had a strong vitality in his body, but he didn't know how to use it. This is the most embarrassing situation in Zhuang Lin now. It was not just him. I am afraid that even the emperor master and the Saint Lord who entered the Earth Yuan realm would not use their own energy to fight skills.

This may not be a tragedy, but no matter who it is, it is powerless to change it.

The reason why Zhuang Lin always thought about going to the Loulan Desert and looking for the ancient Loulan City was not just to find the combat skills left by the ancient Loulan martial artists.

"I'll give this book to you, just treat it as the rent I gave you." Before Zhuang Lin could react, Zi Yue threw a broken thing over. With instinctive reaction, he reached out and took the flying thing into his hand.

After taking the thing that Zi Yue threw over, Zhuang Lin lowered his head and was stunned for a moment when his eyes fell on the thing in his hand.

It was a book, and it was a bit reluctant to say it was a book, because it was so bad that the cover with no words could be seen. It was broken down from the bottom. I don’t know how many years it has existed, and the color of the pages has changed. It looks like a broken book that was pressed under a box and gnawed by a mouse.

Although the book is a bit broken, since it was taken out by Zi Yue, it must be not simple. And his intuition tells him that there may be something related to combat skills in this book.

At this time, he was not in the mood to guess where Ziyue took out the book from. He focused all his attention on the book in his hand, carefully opened the cover and opened the content of the book.

Unfortunately, the whole book starts from the first page and is written in ancient Loulan. He can't understand anything except a few words. After reading it twice with unwillingness, he could only close the pages and take back his eyes.

Although I can't understand what is recorded in the book, after seeing the entire ancient Loulan text, the little flame in his heart started to burn. This ancient Loulan book that Zi Yue collected was really left by the martial arts practitioners of the ancient Loulan.

Here, 99% of the possibilities are recorded, which are some kind of combat skills of ancient Loulan warriors.

Holding this ancient book that was extremely caring for him, he even had the impulse to run to Kong Qinghua's residence immediately and ask her to help him translate the contents of the book.

Because the book was so bad, he was afraid that he would accidentally break somewhere and throw away the text recorded on it. To be safe, he took a pillowcase from the side, carefully packed his schoolbag, and then relaxed.

"Can you understand the text above? I really don't need me to translate it for you?" Seeing Zhuang Lin carefully wrap the book after reading it, Zi Yue was a little surprised and asked.

"You have helped me so much, and gave me such a big gift, and let you be a translator for me. It's a bit unreasonable. It just so happens that Qinghua is proficient in Loulan's writing. Let's leave this translation matter to her." Zhuang Lin smiled and shook his head and said.
Chapter completed!