It’s not too much for me, the slime, to capture Xiao Wu.

The night covered the top of the mountain behind the Xiao family like thick ink, and the surroundings were so quiet that one could almost hear the whisper of the wind.

Xiao Yan formed seals with his hands and sat cross-legged on a cold, moss-covered stone.

Having just finished several hours of arduous training, he felt the fighting spirit in his body receding like a tide and disappearing without a trace. He could not help but clench his fists and smash them hard on the hard stone.

"Damn it!! Why? Why? Why can't I absorb the fighting spirit? Am I destined to live my whole life in mediocrity?"

Xiao Yan's voice was filled with anger and unwillingness, echoing on the silent mountaintop.

"Hello, little baby!"

This sudden sound was like a thunderclap exploding in Xiao Yan's ears, scaring him so much that he jumped up from the stone and looked around in panic.

"Who are you? Stop playing tricks and come out!"

One second, two seconds, three seconds passed.

The cool night breeze blew through Xiao Yan's hair and ruffled the corners of his clothes.

However, the surroundings were so quiet that even the sound of falling leaves could be heard clearly, which made people feel a creepy fear.

Just when Xiao Yan thought he had misheard and his nerves were gradually relaxing, that mysterious voice sounded again.

"Little kid, you didn't even get scared by me and run away. You have pretty good self-control." The voice was joking.

"Who are you? Come out quickly and stop hiding and pretending to be a ghost." Xiao Yan's voice was trembling, with both fear and anger.

"Don't look for it, I'm in the ring on your hand."

Prompted by the voice, Xiao Yan raised his hand without hesitation, his eyes fixed on the seemingly ordinary ring on his index finger.

"Who are you? Why are you in the ring?" Xiao Yan's eyes were full of confusion and vigilance.

"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that I am grateful for the nourishment of your fighting spirit over the past three years. This has allowed me to wake up from my deep sleep."

As soon as these words were spoken, Xiao Yan suddenly realized and instantly understood the reason why he had not been able to condense his Dou Qi in the past three years.

Then, his heart was filled with anger and rage, and Xiao Yan reached out and pulled the ring off his hand with force.

"It's all your fault, it's all your fault. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have suffered such a great humiliation in the past three years, and I wouldn't have lost face for my father today, and even had Nalan Yanran break off the engagement in public. Get out of here, get out of here."

Xiao Yan roared at the top of his lungs, threw the ring in his hand directly down the mountain, then turned around without looking back and left with angry steps.

However, what Xiao Yan didn't know was that at the foot of the mountain, Lin Tian was standing there quietly.

Seeing the ring falling like a meteor, he just waved his hand lightly, and the ring seemed to be under the control of an invisible and powerful force, and fell steadily into Lin Tian's hand.

In an instant, dark clouds in the sky gathered rapidly like surging waves, lightning and thunder flashed in the thick clouds, and a pressure unique to the way of heaven slowly fell on Lin Tian like a mountain pressing down on his head.

"Fuck, are you staring so closely?"

Lin Tian frowned, feeling hesitant. If he took the ring away, he would either have to fight a life-or-death battle with the Heavenly Dao, or be ruthlessly expelled.

But you can also gain a considerable amount of origin points from it.

However, Lin Tian would not do something like picking up sesame seeds and losing watermelons.

A green light flashed, and the time and space within a radius of one kilometer were instantly imprisoned. The soul of Yao Lao in the ring also came to a standstill at this moment.

Lin Tian's mind moved, and his powerful spiritual consciousness entered it, copying all of Yao Lao's precious memories about alchemists and all the rare items related to books in the ring.

After doing all this, Lin Tian carefully placed the ring back where it was, and then his figure disappeared like a ghost.

The dark clouds that were gathering madly in the sky seemed to have lost their target and slowly dissipated.

Not long after, a soul with snow-white hair floated out of the ring.

However, looking at the strange silence around him, Yao Lao couldn't help but scratch his head, his face full of confusion.

"Strange, did something special happen just now?"

But he looked around and examined carefully, but did not find anything unusual.

Then, with an idea in mind, he used his soul body to drag the ring with great effort and hurriedly chased in the direction Xiao Yan left.

On the other side, in a remote inn in Wutan City.

Lin Tian looked at the small white flame dancing like an elf in the palm of his hand, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, revealing a satisfied smile.

And this is exactly the small amount of the origin of the strange fire that Lin Tian cleverly separated from Yao Lao's strange fire.

With it, as long as it is carefully nourished by divine power, it can produce precious strange fire continuously like spring water. After all, this thing is a specialty unique to this world.

There are also all the magical recipes and exquisite techniques of alchemists, which is also an immeasurable wealth.

With them, I can smoothly carry out the next grand plan.

Thinking of this, Lin Tian no longer hesitated.

Taking advantage of the fact that the auction would not start for three days, he left Wutan City overnight and headed straight to the quiet town outside the Warcraft Mountains.