Chapter 1697 Let’s See if My Brother Doesn’t Blackmail You to Death!

"Impossible, this is impossible!"

Xiong Yuantang's face was full of shock, and his expression became extremely ugly.

He found to his disbelief that Lin Hai's injury did not improve at all after taking another Earth Spirit Pill.

"Could it be that this Earth Spirit Pill has really lost its efficacy because it has been for too long?"

Xiong Yuantang's eyes flickered, and he reached into his arms again and took out the last remaining Earth Spirit Pill.

"Try taking another one!"

Xiong Yuantang handed the Earth Spirit Pill in front of Lin Hai and said with a black face.

Anyway, he only has this one left now. If it really fails, there will be no use keeping it.

Lin Hai was startled, and then looked at Xiongyuan Hall for a long time with an incredulous look, and he didn't even know what to say.

"What a good man! What a good man!"

Lin Hai looked deeply moved and nodded heavily towards Xiongyuantang.

Then, he reached out and took the Earth Spirit Pill from Xiong Yuantang's hand and put it into his mouth.

Xiong Yuantang raised his eyebrows and immediately held Lin Hai's wrist again, feeling extremely nervous.

But soon, a wave of anger radiated from Xiong Yuantang's body, shaking the air with tremors, forcing Pang Lao and Ouyang Yun to change their expressions in shock and retreat one after another.

"hateful!!!"

Xiong Yuantang roared angrily, his face was ferocious, and his whole body was shaking slightly with anger.

"I didn't expect that this protector has been collecting this earthly elixir for three thousand years and has been reluctant to use it. In the end, it has lost all its effectiveness. It's really annoying!"

Lin Hai, who was beside him, laughed secretly.

Not only did Xiong Yuantang get angry to death, but he also got three healing holy medicines in vain, which was considered a breath of bad breath.

"Old hero, life is unsatisfactory, and there is a 90% chance that it will be unsatisfactory. Please bear with me and accept the change. If you make yourself angry, it won't be worth it!"

Lin Hai suddenly sighed softly, made a sympathetic look, and comforted Xiong Yuantang.

puff!

"Lao Xiong?"

Xiong Yuantang almost fell to the ground when he heard this title.

Damn it, Lao Xiong, you are just a little Nascent Soul, and you can scream at will?

If it had been anyone else, just this title would have been slapped to death by Xiongyuantang several times!

"Cut the nonsense!"

Xiong Yuantang glared at Lin Hai fiercely, then scolded him coldly and said angrily.

"You just saw that I have given you three of my seventh-grade healing elixirs."

"However, your injuries have not improved, and there is nothing I can do for you."

"How about you first hand over the Mahayana soul to this protector, and I will find a place with abundant spiritual energy for you to heal your injuries. What do you think?"

"That's not possible!" Lin Hai shook his head and simply refused.

"My injuries were caused by you. I will never give you the Mahayana Spirit until I recover."

"You!" Xiong Yuantang's anger surged up. The murderous intent in his eyes made him want to see Lin Hai torn into pieces.

Unfortunately, Lin Hai was not afraid and looked at Xiong Yuantang without avoiding it, with a hint of unruly provocation on his face, which made Xiong Yuantang itchy with hatred.

"I really don't have any other healing elixirs with me, so what do you think I should do?" After a lot of effort, Xiong Yuantang suppressed his anger and said angrily to Lin Hai.

"It's very easy. You are the Mahayana Master. Isn't it easy to help my little Yuanying with his injury?" Lin Hai said with a grin as he lay on the ground.

"Healing for you?" Xiong Yuantang was startled, then his eyes widened and he laughed angrily.

"You think beautifully!"

Xiong Yuantang couldn't help but shout angrily, with a sarcastic expression on his face, as if he had heard a big joke.

where is this place? Forgotten city!

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth is so thin that even if it is better inside the city, it is still far worse than the outside world.

And Lin Hai was seriously injured. If he really wanted to heal Lin Hai's injuries, even if Xiong Yuantang was the Mahayana Master, he would probably have to consume about 30 to 40% of his true energy.

A Mahayana Lord’s 30-40% true energy would be such a huge amount!

In such a harsh cultivation environment as the Forgotten City, Lu Yuantang could not even hope to recover within ten years.

And if you absorb the spiritual energy in low-grade spiritual stones to restore the depleted true energy, you will need at least tens of thousands of them, which is simply an astronomical number.

Even if Xiongyuantang is a great protector, spending so many spiritual stones all at once will break his muscles and bones, and he simply cannot bear it.

Otherwise, Xiong Yuantang would not have given Lin Hai the treasured seventh-grade elixir Earth Spirit Pill just now.

"If you don't care about healing, that's fine!"

When Lin Hai saw Xiong Yuantang's refusal, he curled his lips and smiled indifferently.

"I will start adjusting my breath right now to recuperate my injuries. When my injuries recover, I will take out the Mahayana Soul immediately."

After saying that, Lin Hai raised his head, glanced at Xiong Yuantang with a hint of amusement, and grinned.

"It's just that I have to trouble you, Old Xiong, to wait a little longer."

"Wait for your sister!" Lin Hai's words made Xiong Yuantang's eyelids tremble wildly, and he felt so hateful that his teeth hurt.

This is obviously a threat. Your injuries are so serious. When you recover, I will die!

"Fuck, if I had known earlier, why would I hurt him!" Xiong Yuantang was angry and annoyed. Lin Hai was so difficult to deal with, completely beyond his imagination, and he began to regret beating Lin Hai seriously.

Lin Hai couldn't help but sneer in his heart when he saw Xiong Yuantang's face was gloomy and hesitant.

"Boy, is my brother so easy to bully?"

"Beat my brother like this and see if he doesn't blackmail you to death!"

Thinking of this, Lin Hai suddenly sighed, showing a look of pain.

"Forget it, seeing that you are in such a difficult situation, I won't care about you hurting me. I will give you the Mahayana Soul!"

Xiong Yuantang was frowning, thinking about how to restore Lin Hai's injuries. When he suddenly heard this, his eyes suddenly widened, and he couldn't believe his ears.

"What did you say? Say it again!"

Xiong Yuantang suddenly became excited. He stared at Lin Hai and asked excitedly.

"Old Xiong, Old Xiong, thanks to your age, you are still a Mahayana venerable. Why are you so restless like a child? Could it be that all these years have been spent on a living dog?"

Lin Hai rolled his eyes and scolded Xiong Yuantang with a look of disdain.

"Uh...you're paralyzed!"

Xiong Yuantang's face suddenly darkened, and he wished he could rush over and slap Lin Hai in the mouth.

This kid is so useless. I am a Mahayana master no matter how you say it. You are just a little Nascent Soul like an ant. You are shouting like an old hero. I don’t care. I don’t care.

But what does it mean when you criticize me like this in front of others?

"Be patient, get the Mahayana Soul first, and then calculate the total ledger together!"

Xiong Yuantang closed his eyes slightly, stood there, took several deep breaths, and then suppressed his violent emotions, and spoke slowly in a calm tone as much as possible.

"What you said is absolutely true. This protector is impatient."

"However, this Mahayana soul is extremely important to this protector. Please take it out now, little brother. After that, little brother can heal and recover as soon as possible."

Xiong Yuantang pretended to care about Lin Hai and said to Lin Hai like a gentle breeze.

"Oh, okay then!" Lin Hai sighed, then agreed simply and put his hand into his arms.

Xiong Yuantang's eyes flashed instantly, and he stared at Lin Hai's hand stretched into his arms, his breathing quickened due to nervousness.

"By the way, how about we talk about mental damages first?"

puff! As soon as Lin Hai said these words, Xiong Yuantang, who was full of anxiety and eagerly waiting for the Mahayana Soul, spat out a mouthful of old blood.