Chapter 173 Green Lotus Jade Bottle

The Green Lotus Jade Bottle is carefully carved from white jade as warm as water. The green lotus pattern on it was painted by Lin Qingzhi himself, and the brushstrokes contain a faint aura and elegance.

This bottle is a vessel that Lin Qingzhi uses to hold precious elixirs.

In the depths of his medicine box, there are hundreds of jade bottles with similar shapes but different characteristics. They are given different names and abilities because of the unique drawings on the bottles.

What is particularly special is that the Green Lotus Jade Bottle in Lin Fan's hand, because of Lin Fan's preference, Lin Qingzhi took extra care when refining it and arranged other rules in the bottle, making this bottle not only a container, but also contains some Tao rhyme and ability.

The night sky is clear and everything is silent.

The blooming green lotus sways leisurely in the darkness, as if it is a unknown secret in the night. It swayed gently, and with an aloof attitude, it met the warhammer that suddenly fell from the void.

The warhammer carried the power to shake the world, but at the moment it touched the blue lotus, it seemed to be gently held by an invisible force, and failed to stir up the ripples around the blue lotus.

The blue lotus still bloomed quietly, without increasing or decreasing, and without being stained by dust, turning this storm-like attack into nothingness.

Seeing that the blue lotus easily dissolved the majestic power contained in his warhammer, Ma Weihao's face suddenly changed, as if dark clouds were pressing down on his head, and it was pitch black, unable to hide his shock and resentment.

"Is this the confidence you rely on? Humph, it's nothing."

Lin Fan raised a trace of contempt at the corner of his mouth, his eyes were like knives, looking directly at Ma Weihao, his tone full of disdain and indifference.

Ma Weihao's body trembled slightly, and an indescribable humiliation and anger intertwined in his heart.

As a disciple of the Mingyue Sect, when had he ever suffered such humiliation? He was easily blocked by a young man of unknown origin.

Ma Weihao endured the discomfort and waved to the sky. The war hammer spun in the night sky and returned to Ma Weihao's hand.

"Beep..."

Ma Weiqiang gently put two fingers close to his lips, and a crisp and sharp whistle cut through the air, echoing melodiously.

As soon as the whistle fell, a black shadow seemed to step out of the void and landed silently beside Ma Weiqiang. It was an old man with a face as cold and hard as a knife, and deep eyes, as if he could see into people's hearts.

He held a long sword steadily in his arms, and the scabbard was simple, revealing a calm atmosphere that should not be underestimated.

"Wan Bo, I'll have to trouble you with these people..."

After a fight with Lin Fan, Ma Weihao knew his own weight in his heart, and knew that he was no match for Lin Fan on his own. Therefore, he had to rely on external forces to turn the tide of the battle.

Wan Bo, the protector specially assigned by the sect for Ma Weihao, not only has a high level of cultivation, but also a solid barrier for him after leaving the sect.

At this moment, Wan Bo's arrival undoubtedly gave Ma Weihao a shot of confidence.

In the major sects, behind every candidate for the sect master, there is a mysterious protector who follows him like a shadow. This arrangement is intended to resist the actions of the older generation.

The protectors often hide in the dark. Generally speaking, when the same generation fights, the protectors will not take action at will. Even if the two sides are going to fight to the death, there is no absolute, and there are always some special circumstances.

He had a close relationship with a respected ancestor in the sect. Even Wan Bo, who was a protector and had a little reputation in the sect, had to obey his will and show up.

After all, although he was a protector and had some influence in the sect, he could not compare with the ancestor of the sect.

Wan Bo nodded slightly, with an unquestionable calmness in his movements. Then, he slowly drew the long sword from the scabbard.

The blade was dark red, as if it was stained by the blood of countless heroes, exuding an indescribable fishy smell that lingered around.

He held the hilt of the knife tightly with his right hand, and his one arm was hanging down, with the tip of the knife hanging down, pointing directly at the dust. At that moment, Wan Bo's spiritual power surged around him, like a sudden gust of wind in spring, sweeping around him, bringing waves of whistling sounds.

Wherever the spiritual power reached, dust flew up, covering the sky and the sun. Even the quiet surface of the Twin Lakes not far away was stirred by this invisible force, rippling and sparkling, as if even the tranquility of nature was trembling.

A heart-pounding force quietly permeated, and the air was filled with depression and uneasiness.

Wan Bo's face was as cold as frost, his eyes were like torches, piercing through the flying dust and looking directly at Lin Fan opposite him.

As a strong man in the early stage of the Yunshen Realm, he did not take Lin Fan, who was only in the Jindan realm of martial arts, into his eyes.

Although the young child in front of him could achieve such a level of cultivation at such a young age, it really made him feel shocked and amazed.

However, the world is unpredictable and fate is tricky. Their sect and the true disciple behind the child have already formed an indissoluble feud.

In view of this, he had to be cruel and determined to keep this gifted and almost evil boy here, not letting him have a chance to escape.

After all, he knew that if this evil existence was allowed to grow freely, it would become a major concern for their sect in the future, bringing endless troubles and threats.

"clang..."

A distant and cold metallic humming suddenly echoed in this world, shaking every inch of space.

Then, as if born from nothingness, a huge blood-red blade light appeared out of nowhere, carrying a monstrous murderous aura and an indomitable pressure, pointing directly at Lin Fan and others, and slashing them down fiercely.

The blade light appeared without any warning, as fast as lightning, like the brightest meteor in the night sky, and arrived in an instant, hanging over the heads of Lin Fan and others, and the breath of death enveloped the surroundings.

"Shua..."

At this critical moment, golden light suddenly appeared, dazzling, like the dawn, dispelling the haze around.

An equally sharp blade light, born from the golden light, with a strength and determination that cannot be underestimated, facing the blood-red blade light, going against the trend.

Seeing this scene, everyone swallowed their saliva involuntarily, and their eyes were focused on the woman in Lin Fan's group who had not attracted their attention before.

At some point, she had quietly stood in front of Lin Fan, like an orchid quietly blooming in a valley, quietly exuding a breath that could not be ignored.

Around her, a bright golden moon was slowly rotating, emitting a soft and mysterious light, like the brightest star in the night sky, quietly guarding this small world.

Then, a dazzling golden blade light burst out from the golden moon, with endless sharpness and power, directly colliding with the surging blood-red blade light.

In just a moment, the overbearing blood-red blade light quickly dissipated into nothingness under the illumination of this golden light, like snow melted by the scorching sun.