The Mighty Cauldron: Extreme Alchemist!

"It's done!" Fang Lin opened his eyes, and there was a hint of joy in his eyes. The martial arts, which are the same as the Supreme Temple, have been completely suppressed in the Supreme Temple.

At the same time, Long Zhiming suddenly opened his eyes in a sudden, with a gloomy color in his eyes, and anger was faintly visible.

The dragon was destined to be irritated by emotions, but at this moment it was a bit distraught, and his heart burst into anger.

"Failed." Long Zhiming was annoyed in his heart. The martial arts he had got in hand did not know what the reason was, and it just disappeared.

This can make Long Zhiming mad, this mysterious martial art was already at hand, and was about to be understood by himself, but unexpectedly it disappeared inexplicably.

At this moment, there are still some sporadic memories of the mysterious martial arts in Long Zhiming's mind, but there is no use at all. The real essence is not obtained by Long Zhiming.

This feeling of unstoppable, especially uncomfortable, Long Zhiming wished to roar to vent his sullen.

"Big Brother Zhiming, what's wrong?" Several people from the Dragon family asked when they saw that Long Mingming looked wrong.

Long Zhiming snorted without saying anything, took a deep breath, and completely suppressed his emotions.

"It's okay, you practice separately." Long Zhiming said to several people, from the tone, he could not hear any mood swings.

But everyone with a discerning eye could see that Long Zhiming was pressing his anger at the moment, because he was too calm, and it was a little unusual.

Although several people in the Dragon family were worried and puzzled, they did not dare to ask any more, for fear of annoying Long Mingming.

Fang Lin smiled faintly, and only he knew what was going on. The martial art, which is the same as the Supreme Temple, was originally to be enlightened by the Dragon Commander. As a result, because he had the Supreme Temple, he was taken away by himself. come.

In this way, Long Zhiming naturally found nothing, without swearing on the spot, it is already very good for self-cultivation.

Of course, Long Zhiming couldn't know what happened, and if he knew it, I'm afraid he would be desperate with Fang Lin now.

"Why are you smiling so insidiously?" Du Gu Nian looked at Fang Lin and said abruptly.

Fang Lin patted her head and said, "Don't talk nonsense, concentrate on practicing."

Du Gu Nian snorted, rubbed his head, and continued to practice.

Fang Lin closed his eyes and began to understand the mysterious martial arts obtained from Long Zhiming.

This is a martial art from the Supreme Temple, and is the same as the Supreme Temple owned by Fang Lin.

However, Fang Lin has not yet begun to practice any Supreme Temple martial arts.

But now that there is time, Fang Lin is idle and ready to start practicing martial arts in the Supreme Temple.

In the blink of an eye, three days have passed, and the people who came to repair the magic circle of the Promise War Palace have arrived.

After the magic circle was repaired, those outside could not wait to enter the last hall.

Everyone tried one by one, but the number of people who could enter the circle was still rare.

In the end, more than forty people outside, more than a dozen came in, and the others were stopped outside.

In this way, those who can enter the last hall have already entered, while those who cannot enter are sadly returned to the War Spirit Hall and the Coercion Hall, and temper themselves with the help of the War Spirit and Coercion.

Those who can enter the last hall feel very lucky, even if they get nothing in this last hall, but at least their qualifications are affirmed, and they will not be ashamed after going out.

As for whether you can gain something in this last hall and get martial arts inheritance, you can only look at the character.

Time passed slowly, and some of these people in the last hall were settled, just like the dragon's fate before it, into a mysterious state.

Fang Lin is one of them.

He is quietly comprehending the martial arts of the Supreme Temple, and he has gained a lot, but on the surface, he can’t see anything.

boom!

An invisible breath suddenly diffused from Fang Lin's body. Although Fang Lin was under control, he still didn't take it.

Those in the temple who have not yet had any gains are all looking at Fang Lin in amazement, with envy and jealousy in their eyes.

Long Zhiming also opened his eyes and saw that Fang Lin had such a magnificent breath, and his expression was also not very good-looking.

He could have got a very profound martial art, but suddenly disappeared. At this moment, he wants to get other martial arts inheritance, it is too difficult.

Elder Huang stood outside the hall, looked at the situation of these people in the hall, and nodded slightly.

However, he was also a little puzzled about the situation of Long Zhiming. Before Long Mingming had obviously got a kind of martial arts inheritance, why was it inexplicable later.

At the moment, it seems that Fang Lin has got a very good martial arts heritage. From the powerful breath of his body, it can be seen that several other people who have gained something, although there is also a weak breath ~www.mtlnovel. com~ But they are far inferior to Fang Lin.

Boom! ! !

The breathless circulation hovered around Fang Lin's body, as if forming a vortex, to **** everything around.

This vision is even more surprising.

Fang Lin opened his eyes and suddenly breathed away, without making this breath more intense.

"The martial arts of this Supreme Sanctuary was really powerful, and he almost didn't take it." Fang Lin said secretly, with a happy expression on his face.

He has realized a martial art in the Supreme Temple, not the one taken from the Dragon Commander, but a martial art in the Supreme Temple itself.

Half a month has passed, and Fang Lin has only learned one kind of martial arts. The other types of martial arts all require considerable time. Right now, there is not enough time for Fang Lin to learn.

As for the others, Du Gu Nian and Mo Yun seem to have gained something, each with an unusual breath.

Ling Zhongri had a gloomy face. He was sitting here for almost a month, but he didn't get anything. Looking at everyone else's gains, Ling Zhongri almost exploded.

Especially when he saw Fang Lin's so powerful breath, his heart was even more angry, and envy completely occupied his mind.

"Why is his luck always so good?" Ling Zhongri gritted his teeth, before he wished to interfere with Fang Lin's timing, but he didn't have the guts. Once he did, the elder Huang outside would definitely do it. There will be heavy penalties, and even the Ling family may not be able to keep themselves.

Just before the last five days, Long Zhiming felt again, and a golden mark quietly appeared on his forehead.

"This dragon was destined to have a profound chance, and in the last few days it received martial arts inheritance." Elder Huang couldn't help but nod when he saw this.