For Future Emails, My Golden Finger Is Myself

Lotta carefully put away the secret book and went back.

"Lota, what does the new master want from you?" the cell leader asked curiously.

Looking at him like this, he didn't seem to be bullied.

There was a hint of joy between his eyebrows, seeing what benefits he had gained.

The prison boss was a little jealous.

“That adult seems to know Batum.

Maybe he didn't see him, so he asked me to ask. "

Lotta didn't lie, he just selectively revealed part of it.

The highest level of lying is to cover up the important truth with unimportant truth.

In Luo Ta's heart, this divine skill is his biggest secret.

"Batum? What is he doing with that old guy Batum?"

The prison boss felt a hint of crisis.

Batum is the oldest guard in this prison.

If Batum still has friendship with any guard, his position as cell leader will be in danger.

Luo Ta continued: "My lord also asked me about the situation on the third floor. He was probably a little curious."

The third level is not a restricted area, and jailers and guards can go down freely.

It's just about life and death.

"Humph, another guy who doesn't know how to live or die."

The cell leader muttered something and then ordered Lotta to give medicine to the prisoners in the cell.

He thought for a while and decided to give some gifts to the guard captains.

Lotta successfully diverted the attention of the prison boss.

…

Feeding poison regularly is the hardest job.

Because most of the prisoners refused to eat, and some even resisted.

The jailers are all at an extraordinary level.

Those legendary monks could beat them to death even if they regained a little strength.

But Rota had no choice.

Even though he is a newcomer, he is still the weakest among the jailers.

He held the secret book Yi Yan gave tightly to his chest, and his heart beat three times faster.

He vowed to devote himself to asceticism.

I fantasize about my days of low-key practice in prison.

Play pig eat tiger!

Ten years of sharpening a sword!

In the future, he will rise strongly, the king will return, sweep everything, and become the one everyone looks up to...the prison boss!

Yi Yan inspected the area.

The prisoners on the first and second floors were all a little afraid of Yi Yan.

It seems that the guards usually set rules for them.

Then Yi Yan returned to the lounge at the entrance to the second floor, and Dis fell asleep again.

This guy doesn't know how to practice any sleep-related skills, does he?

Yi Yan was speechless about this.

He originally planned to ask about Batum.

I came a day early and everything is different. I wonder if there will be any changes.

Seeing that Dis was asleep, Yi Yan simply went to a cell deep in the second floor.

There are five people in this cell.

Among them was an old man with a white beard, an ancient practitioner at the mid-level of legend.

It is said that he was arrested because he killed a direct member of a certain family.

The forces behind it are at odds with each other.

"You, come out with me!" Yi Yan pointed at the old man.

"Me? Are you going to let me out?" The old man thought that the forces behind him had rescued him.

But it’s unlikely if you think about it.

The forces behind him are not strong in the Sky City, so it would be good if they could save his life.

Yi Yan brought the white-haired old man to the interrogation room and said:

"I won't beat around the bush, I want your spiritual core red flame."

When the white-haired old man heard this, he immediately became furious:

"Asshole, you'd better kill me."

Yi Yan comforted him: "Don't be impatient, I only need a wisp!"

The spiritual core red flame was bred by the old man's magic weapon, the spiritual flame gourd.

This spirit flame gourd is an ancient magic weapon, comparable to a second-class spiritual creature.

A hundred years give birth to a wisp of spiritual core red flame.

It can temper spiritual energy and physical body, speeding up the cultivation speed of ancient monks at the epic level.

It also has many effects on ancient monks at the legendary level.

For professionals in this world, spiritual core red inflammation can increase the adhesion of cells throughout the body to the power of heaven and earth.

Improving the probability of professionals condensing an epic body will be of great help in breaking through the Great Sun Realm epic.

Yi Yan practices the yin and yang god and demon body in the "Gene Development Technique", which is very difficult to condense.

How long will he stay in Dieying without the help of some treasures?

This spiritual core red flame is one of the most suitable treasures to condense the epic body.

"Then what will you give me in exchange?" the white-haired old man said warily.

Even though he is a prisoner, he is still a prominent figure in the Sky City, and he is not someone who can be blackmailed by cats and dogs.

A guard of this epic level would not have been worthy of carrying his shoes in the past.

Where is the chance to make a request to him?

"I will exchange it with you for an innate magic weapon of equal value." Yi Yan took out the screaming whip.

[Screaming Whip:

Second-class source spiritual objects;

Function 1: Soul scream.

Wield the whip, scream, and attack nearby enemies with mental power.

Function 2: long whip;

The whip is very long, and the length depends on the input of spiritual power.

Note: I’m really long...]

This is the second-class source spiritual object that Yi Yan obtained at the dimensional entrance.

"This...I..." The old man stuttered and was speechless.

It is also possible for second-class spiritual objects to pretend to be ancient innate magic weapons.

It's just that the underlying rules are different.

The ancient innate magic weapon contains the ancient Tao.

The source of spiritual things contains the new way of the present world.

Ancient monks had their own way of identifying magic weapons.

The white-haired old man was sure that this was an innate magic weapon, and it was a relatively powerful one.

It's just that the fluctuations of this path were a little weird, so the old man didn't think much about it.

What's more important is that this is an innate magic weapon for attacks, the one with the highest value.

The old man doesn't have Yi Yan's analysis panel, so he can't see the specific function of this thing.

He could only vaguely perceive the rules contained in it.

"Are you really going to switch with me?"

The old man wondered if there was something wrong with this guy's brain.

What a complete prodigal!

"Of course there are additional conditions." Yi Yan put on his trademark honest smile and said:

"You should still have the Spirit Flame Pill with you. I want both."

"You're dreaming!" The old man with the white beard shouted subconsciously.

"Oh? Think about it carefully. Are you really not going to change?" Yi Yan looked at the old man with a half-smile.

This Spirit Flame Pill is an epic top-grade pill made from Spirit Core Red Flame as the main medicine and hundreds of precious materials.

There are only 2-3 pills in one batch at most.

This is an elixir created by the old man. Due to the limitations of the main medicinal material, Spirit Core Red Flame, this elixir is destined not to be popularized.

Besides, only one wisp of Spiritual Core Red Flame is born every hundred years, and the old man himself doesn’t have many Spiritual Flame Pills.

The Spirit Flame Pill is a pill used in the Legend realm to improve one's cultivation, and the effect is very good.

It is better than the ordinary legendary realm elixirs on the market.

For professionals in this world, this elixir can help the melting pot of heaven and earth in the epic of the Great Sun Realm merge into the Dantian, achieve the supreme Dantian, and thus enter the realm of returning to nature.

The old man looked at the screaming whip in Yi Yan's hand, swallowed, and said:

"I only have one left!"

"Deal!" A simple and kind smile appeared on Yi Yan's lips.