Chapter 177 Saint Pattern

Fortunately, the celestial power was sealed for refining the sky, otherwise, it is estimated that all the mortal prisons would have to be refined, and Liu Lang would not be able to find it when he cried.

Now he finally understands why Lian Cangqiong doesn't even eat food, and (1) focused on comprehending holy patterns in the cell. Although Liu Lang doesn't understand what holy patterns are, one thing can be confirmed, holy patterns can definitely help For refining the advanced level of the sky, that guy wants to reach the heavenly level as soon as possible, and then get out of prison.

For such a rich and promising genius, Liu Lang didn't dare to make any crooked ideas.

He went directly to the canteen of Immortal Prison.

Zhu Dachang and Guang Yaozi are preparing today's dinner.

"Master, Grand Immortal, have you heard of refining the sky?" Liu Lang pinched a piece of pork head, threw it into his mouth, and asked while chewing.

"Wow..."

"Boom..."

The plate in Guang Yaozi's hand fell directly to the ground, and the spoon in Zhu Dachang's hand didn't hold it steady, and fell directly into the freshly brushed pot.

"What's your reaction?" Liu Lang asked in surprise. Although Lian Cangqiong is a local tyrant and a genius, it's not enough for the two great immortals to do that, right?

"Did that lunatic come to the mortal prison?" Guang Yaozi swallowed and asked.

"Yeah, it's been a few days, but I forgot to tell you, starting from tomorrow, Master, you can start a small stove for Lian Kung Qiong, and you can give him meals every day if you are troubled. I will come to the cafeteria to eat." Liu Lang discussed with Zhu Dachang and Guang Yaozi.

Zhu Dachang nodded and agreed, but Guangyaozi shook his head like a rattle, "For the food delivery job, whoever you like, I won't go if you kill me."

"Damn, do you still want to make money? If you don't deliver meals, the store we cooperate with will not open." Liu Lang threatened with a cold face.

"Don't!" Guang Yaozi waved his hands quickly, with a tangled expression on his face, as if he was struggling in his heart. After a long time, he seemed to have made up his mind and said with a sigh: "I won't earn money, and the store won't open. I really can't do the job of delivering food to Lian Cangqiong."

Liu Lang didn't expect that a money addict like Guang Yaozi would still have money and not make money, so he couldn't help wondering: "Isn't it just a meal, and it's not like killing you, what about it?"

"Kill me? If you just kill me, I'll do it. I'm afraid that lunatic will train me." Guang Yaozi said with fear in his eyes: "Other gods will tear apart at the slightest disagreement, but refining The sky is different, he starts to practice whenever he disagrees with him. There are rumors that he has just invented a new method of alchemy, using the fairy thoughts of the gods as a guide, and is taking the fairy thoughts everywhere for experiments. Do you know what the fairy thoughts are? Is it? It’s equivalent to the three souls and seven souls of a mortal, some of which can’t die, but the pain in it is definitely worse than death.”

"It's really a bit scary." Liu Lang nodded, and said with his chin in his hand, "But I talked to him for so long just now, isn't it all right?"

"Fuck, you're a mortal, you don't have immortal thoughts at all, of course he won't do anything to you." Guang Yaozi said speechlessly.

Liu Lang slapped his head, "If you say that, I understand. Well, I will do all the food delivery in the future. I didn't expect that mortals have the benefits of mortals, and it's safe."

Seeing that Liu Lang didn't force him to deliver food to Lian Cangqiong, Guang Yaozi seemed to be pardoned.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Liu Lang came to Lian Cangqiong's cell with Zhu Dachang's specialty dishes.

This time Liu Lang learned his skills well, and he didn't dare to get too close. He was still four or five meters away from the cell, so he stopped.

In the cell, Lian Cangqiong still maintained his meditation posture, with his eyes closed and his brows furrowed, as if he was comprehending something particularly incomprehensible.

"Immortal Lian, I have brought you food." After hesitating for a while, Liu Lang still spoke. Lian Cangqiong hasn't eaten for several days, so it's impossible not to be hungry.

Lian Cangqiong slowly opened his eyes, breathed a sigh of relief, "Bring it here!"

Liu Lang also breathed a sigh of relief.

Refining the sky is quite normal, it is not as scary as Guang Yaozi described it. He walked slowly to the door of the cell with the vegetables, touched it with his hand, and found that the formation had been dispelled. Several dishes were put in one by one.

"It's none of your business, let's go!" Seeing Liu Lang put the food in, Lian Cangqiong waved his hand and said.

Liu Lang turned around and retreated slowly.

"Clang..."

Before taking two steps, Liu Lang suddenly tripped under his feet. He lowered his head and found that it was the iron box containing You Xi's sword. They all fell to the ground. At that time, the broken sword was taken away, but the iron box was forgotten.

Liu Lang bent down, picked up the iron box, and was about to throw it into the trash can in the aisle.

"Wait!"

At this moment, the voice of refining the sky came from behind.

"Immortal Lian, is the dish not to your taste? I'll have someone redo it right away." Liu Lang turned around quickly and said.

"Bring over the iron box in your hand." Lian Cangqiong said in a deep voice.

"It's broken?" Liu Lang looked at the rusted iron box in his hand in disbelief. This thing should be a sword case, probably from the same age as the You Xi Sword. What are you doing?

Although he was puzzled, Liu Lang still walked back and put the iron box into the cell.

Lian Cangqiong stood up from the wooden bed, walked to the iron fence in three steps at a time, bent down to pick up the iron box, and looked at it intently, from top to bottom, from left to right, and finally, put the iron box on the box. Open the box to see what's inside.

"Sure enough, he's a lunatic." Liu Lang finally believed Guang Yaozi's words. The spirit of refining the sky is indeed not normal. Holding a broken iron box and looking around, what can you see?

"Haha, it didn't take much effort to find nowhere to break through the iron shoes, and I finally found it!" At this moment, Lian Cangqiong suddenly laughed wildly.

"What's the situation?" Liu Lang looked suspiciously at Lian Cangqiong, "Could it be that the iron box is a treasure? A treasure even better than You Xijian? But why hasn't he found something special about him after holding it in his hands for so long? .”

"Great Immortal Lian, what kind of treasure is this iron box?" Finally, Liu Lang couldn't help it anymore, and asked boldly.

"Baby? This iron box is a piece of garbage." Lian Cangqiong caressed the iron box and sighed: "But the pattern on this iron box is the holy pattern handed down from the ancient times. With this holy pattern, I can break through the sky. Tier is just around the corner!"

"That's the holy pattern?" Liu Lang actually noticed some strange patterns on the iron box, but thought it was carved for aesthetics. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be the holy pattern that could make the refinement of the sky a step further. I don't know if it's my luck, or the luck of refining the sky.

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