Your Chance Is Good, Now It's Mine!

Fort Tower.

Ling Xuan saw Zhang Longxiang again.

Not seen for many years, this general of the Black Tortoise Fortress, his temples have been completely occupied by silver and white.

Ling Xuan suddenly recalled the first time he saw Zhang Longxiang.

The senior was still in high spirits at that time.

It has only been a few years now, and it has become like this.

For Law Manifestation monks, appearance is no longer a problem.

As long as there is life, you can always maintain the appearance you like.

Once you show your old age, you will either take the initiative to show it.

Or the decline in strength is no longer enough to maintain the appearance.

Zhang Longxiang's transformation began precisely when Anchen and Anfeng jointly attacked Black Tortoise Fortress.

Zhang Longxiang used his body as bait to attract Anfeng to do it himself.

Eight Yanjiao Yunzhou besieged, and this almost killed Anfeng.

Zhang Longxiang's hidden injury was left at that time.

After that, his situation went from bad to worse, and his strength was no longer at its peak.

Ling Xuan knew all of these.

Because of this, he admired Zhang Longxiang very much.

This ordinary-looking senior protected him and this fortress a lot.

"Huh? Why are you here?"

Zhang Longxiang is dealing with complicated documents.

It wasn't until Ling Xuan walked to the desk that he realized that he was a little surprised.

Ling Xuan smiled, "The defeat of the Demon Race is imminent, you all want to know what happened, I guess you are going to join hands to go to the ninth floor to see?"

Zhang Longxiang nodded with a smile, "You are still so smart."

"Exactly, I have already agreed with General Bai Liejiubai, General Tang Jinglong Tang, and General Ao Qinao to go to the ninth floor to find out."

"The sudden collapse of the Demon Race is beyond all of our expectations."

Ling Xuan nodded slightly, "I want to go too."

Zhang Longxiang was taken aback, and immediately shook his head, "No, there is a risk on the ninth floor. You are still young, so there is no need to take this risk."

Ling Xuan smiled, "Don't rush to refuse, I will give you something first."

After speaking, he took out a jade bottle and handed it over.

"Elixir?"

Zhang Longxiang was stunned, "You want to cure my injury? It's too difficult. I exchanged a lot of miraculous medicines in the Heavenly Dao Treasure House, but none of them worked."

"Unless it's those holy pills, unfortunately the holy pills are too expensive, and I have to save my combat achievements for other things..."

Ling Xuan chuckled, "This elixir was refined by me, not exchanged from the treasure house of heaven."

Zhang Longxiang was taken aback, uncorked the bottle and sniffed lightly.

His face immediately stiffened.

Immediately opened his eyes wide.

"Holy Dan!"

"Can you refine holy pills?!"

Zhang Longxiang showed an uncontrollable joy on his face.

Ling Xuan nodded with a smile, "Jinyu Niwan, Saint Rank pill, refined some time ago."

Hearing Ling Xuan's own admission, Zhang Longxiang's face became even more joyful.

He never imagined that Ling Xuan could refine the Saint Rank elixir.

This surprised him so much!

"You can refine Saint Rank pills, so you shouldn't go to the ninth floor! As long as you are alive, you can continuously refine Saint Rank pills. In time, more Law Manifestation experts will be born because of you!"

Zhang Longxiang said solemnly.

Ling Xuan smiled, "Guess how many Jinyu Niwans I refined and how many I ate?"

Zhang Longxiang raised his eyebrows.

It seems to have guessed something.

But this thought was so bizarre that even he dared not say it himself.

Ling Xuan said seriously, "It is precisely because I have prepared that I want to go to the ninth floor with you."

"Think about it, what could lead to the death of all the masters of authority?"

"There must be creatures much stronger than them."

He looked into Zhang Longxiang's eyes, "General Zhang, trust me."

Zhang Longxiang was silent for a long time before slowly opening his mouth, "Okay, I believe you."