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50 Thunder-breaking Talisman and Talisman Pen

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Although Lin Xiao was in the middle to ease the tension, Old Master Ren and Wang Baiwan were like thousand-year-old ice meeting ten-thousand-year-old Li Fire. It was a tit-for-tat.

Almost every sentence was filled with thorns, making Lin Xiao feel uncomfortable being sandwiched in the middle. If not for his identity, he would have been shot countless times.

However, it seemed that if he did not have his current identity, he would not be able to sit in front of these two people.

The tea session lasted for less than half an hour under such an atmosphere before it ended unhappily. Wang Baiwan was so angry that he left. Old Master Ren was also so angry that he almost had a heart attack. He was supported by a few servants and left the Immortals Gathering Restaurant.

Lin Xiao shrugged helplessly. F * ck, this really has nothing to do with me.

However, Lin Xiao was still very speechless. He had originally thought that he could have lunch this year, but now…Hehe, forget it, he would go back and ask Qiusheng to make something. However, with the few hundred yuan that Wang Baiwan had given him, Lin Xiao felt that he could eat better, such as some meat?

Back at the mortuary, Qiu Sheng was practicing his boxing. It was Lin Jiujiao's Eight Trigrams Palm. Lin Xiao took a look and shouted,""Don't practice this Eight Trigrams Palm anymore. I'll give you a new set of Eight Trigrams Palm later. Practice it well. Also, don't just focus on fist techniques. Our main source of income is still the Tao techniques.”

Qiu Sheng looked at Lin Xiao who had suddenly appeared and was stunned for a moment. Then, he hurriedly said,""The cultivation technique is still the same. It's growing very slowly, but I can already feel that I'm about to enter the fourth level of Qi Refinement. When did Uncle-Master come back?”

"I just arrived. Go prepare lunch. There's not much use in practicing boxing at this hour.”

"Alright, Uncle, what are we having for lunch today?”Qiu Sheng looked at Lin Xiao and asked.

Looking at Qiu Sheng's expression, Lin Xiao's mouth twitched fiercely. Did he think the same thing as him? Pei, pei, pei ~ I'm just trying to improve my life. I'm definitely not a foodie. That's right, that's right. The foodie attribute is Qiusheng's.

"Make some improvements. Buy a fish, a chicken, and some pork. Oh right, get me some good wine.”

Qiu Sheng was overjoyed when he heard Lin Xiao's words. After all, he had been with Lin Jiu for so many years, and the number of times he had eaten meat could be counted on one hand. He had long been unable to hold it in, okay?

But what the hell was that last sentence? Why did he have to use his pocket money to pay for it?

Touching the two big bucks in his pocket, Qiu Sheng suddenly felt tired. As expected, whether it was his master or his uncle, they were all the same.

Sigh, forget it. I have two dollars anyway. If I buy all those things, I'll probably only spend a little. I still have money to spend.

Qiu Sheng seemed to have thought of something and revealed a wretched smile.

Lin Xiao didn't know whether to laugh or cry as he looked at it. Then, he returned to his room and took out the cinnabar and yellow paper that Wang Baiwan had brought over.

In the past, he didn't have the materials and was too lazy to buy them. In addition, his cultivation wasn't high enough, so he rarely knew how to draw talismans. Most of them were ready-made talismans drawn by Lin Jiu.

But now, Lin Xiao was prepared to try the Thunder-breaking Talisman. He did not care about the other Corpse Shaking Talismans, Corpse Extermination Talismans, Evil Extermination Talismans, Soul Extermination Talismans, and so on. How could those things be as powerful as the Thunder-breaking Talisman? Regardless of whether you were a zombie or a malicious ghost, a single Lightning Breaking Talisman could destroy your body and soul. It could instantly kill all zombies below the Silver-Armored Corpse and all evil souls below the Ghost King.

He closed his eyes and focused. He picked out the core and drawing method of the Thunder-breaking Talisman in his mind and carefully memorized it. Then, he began to copy and visualize it in his mind.

The whole process lasted for nearly an hour before he suddenly put down his pen.

The moment he put down his brush, a dazzling golden light flashed on the tip of the brush, following closely behind the brush. However, at the last stroke, the brush in his hand broke with a crack because it could not withstand Lin Xiao's magic power and the power of the Thunder-breaking Talisman itself.

Lin Xiao stared at the pen in his hand with his mouth agape. Then, he shook his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. He picked up the Thunder-Breaking Talisman on the table. Because it was missing a finishing touch, this talisman could only be considered a semi-finished product. Its power was also much weaker. Even so, it was not a problem to kill a jumping corpse.

At this moment, Qiu Sheng also called him to start eating. Lin Xiao put down the talisman and walked out of the room.

Qiu Sheng hadn't learned much after following Lin Jiu for so many years, but his cooking skills were top-notch. If it was in his previous life, he would have been a star chef.

After a sumptuous meal, he handed the complete version of the Eight Trigrams Palm to Qiu Sheng and asked him to study it himself. However, before that, he asked Qiu Sheng to go out and buy some professional talisman pens.

However, in Lin Xiao's heart, he still wanted to make one himself or see if he could complete some missions to obtain one. However, it seemed that the mission panel in the system had not shown any signs of updating until now.

This made Lin Xiao very suspicious. The system probably created the mission icon so that it would not look outdated?

This wasn't impossible, right?

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