Chapter 1079 Lu Ban Appears

Li Rongrong suddenly knelt down, stared at Lin Tianyou closely with her beautiful eyes, and said:

“My father was also poisoned by this fire, and the poison was more severe than mine.

I hope Young Master Dragon King can follow me to Dragon Scale City and save my father! "

Her eyes were full of expectation.

Since the Ghost-catching Dragon King can drive away the Lihuo poison from her body, he must also be able to drive away the Lihuo poison from her father.

"Your father was also poisoned?"

Lin Tianyou nodded understandingly, "No wonder the Lihuo poison in your body is so weak.

If it is directly poisoned, even if I take action, I can only drive away 70% of it, right? "

After all, Lin Tianyou's strength does not exceed 10 million. It is not that easy to completely resolve the ghost technique that the Ghost Emperor himself used.

Being able to cure 70% of the disease is already beyond the reach of other geniuses.

However, if he unlocked the talent seal on his body and wanted to dissolve the fire poison, it would be as simple as eating and drinking water.

It's just that Li Rongrong is not qualified to let him risk being struck by thunder to unlock the talent seal.

"It doesn't matter if you can drive away 70% of them, please help Mr. Dragon King. Our Li family will definitely remember your kindness!"

Li Rongrong's eyes lit up and she begged again.

My father's fire poison was so severe that he couldn't even operate his soul power.

Worse than the most useless ghost clan in the underworld.

Now that 70% of the fire poison in the body can be driven out, then the father's soul power can at least function.

When the time comes, you can work with other Demon Warriors to protect the Dragon Imperial City.

Defending the city for the Dragon Emperor and Ghost Emperor is the honor of every demon warrior general.

If he couldn't get over it because of the fire poison, his father would definitely not forgive himself.

Li Rongrong is a filial daughter. She doesn't want to see her father blame himself.

Therefore, no matter what, I have to ask Lin Tianyou to help me today.

In order to achieve this goal, even if she is asked to be a slave, she will agree without hesitation.

"Okay, stop kneeling like that, get up!"

Lin Tianyou waved his hand, and a force passed by, Li Rongrong's body was directly lifted up.

"I happen to be going to Dragon Scale City to do something. Since I'm on my way, it doesn't matter if I help your father get rid of the Lihuo poison."

Lin Tianyou has never been in the habit of taking the initiative to help others. He will only consider helping others unless it is beneficial.

But for some reason, as soon as he heard the words Lihuo Ghost Emperor, a ball of anger arose in his heart for no apparent reason.

It seemed that he had a huge feud with this ghost emperor whom he had never met before.

This kind of hatred makes Lin Tianyou a little confused. He doesn't understand why. It's extremely strange.

However, he always did things his own way.

Since he was unhappy with the Lihuo Ghost Emperor, he would naturally confront the Lihuo Ghost Emperor.

Didn’t you hurt Li Rongrong’s father?

Then I just want to cure Li Rongrong’s father!

This is what Lin Tianyou is thinking at the moment.

"Really? Thank you so much, you are a great benefactor to my family!

On behalf of my father, I would like to thank you! "

Hearing this, Li Rongrong couldn't hide the joy on her face. At that moment, she knelt down again.

Lin Tianyou did not let her get up this time, but accepted her kneeling and thanking her with peace of mind.

"Then let's go there right away?"

After getting up, Li Rongrong asked again.

"We can't do it now. The ghost path is broken. Let's go there after the ghost path is repaired."

Lin Tianyou said.

Later he will go to the old ghost Ji Lei to ask for the rare thunder wood.

Without rare thunderwood, the ghost path cannot be repaired.

"Um!"

Li Rongrong nodded, and then she remembered that there seemed to be a problem with the ghost path when she came here.

With Lin Tianyou's agreement, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately he turned around to look for traces of bodyguard Ah Cheng.

Lin Tianyou took out the Luban ruler, raised it high, and said jokingly:

"Lu Ban, aren't you coming out yet?"

boom! !

The dark wind suddenly roared, and the Luban ruler turned into a ball of light, passing through Lin Tianyou's palm and then regrouping.

After gathering, what appeared was not Lu Ban Chi, but a strong middle-aged man.

The man was dressed in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period.

But there was no bloodthirsty killing intent in Bai Qi's eyes.

Instead, his eyes were full of wisdom and depth.

Lin Tianyou glanced at the middle-aged man's palms. Those big hands were covered with calluses.

At first glance, it seems that it is made by doing things regularly.

The two stood facing each other like this, their eyes facing each other, and there was an aura stirring in the air.

"I never expected that the Ghost Hunting Dragon King could call me out of Lu Ban Chi at his age.

It is much stronger than the Mei Zhixiang who was killed by you just now. "

The middle-aged man spoke first, and his words seemed to be praising Lin Tianyou for his strength.

“Since you think I am powerful, then accept me as your master and become my heroic spirit.

It just so happens that I have a few pieces of furniture that I want you to hit. "

Lin Tianyou smiled slightly and said.

"Hit furniture?"

The middle-aged man who was praising Lin Tianyou for his strength just now, his eyes suddenly turned cold after hearing these words.

"Ghost-hunting Dragon King, I am the ancestor of craftsmen, and you actually asked me to build furniture for you?

Can I understand that you are looking down on me? "

Lin Tianyou touched his nose and said funny:

"You are overthinking. If I really underestimated you, I would not accept you as a Heroic Spirit.

Because the weak are not qualified to be my hero.

And this young master is willing to accept you, which shows that you have the strength to be recognized by this young master. "

"You are willing to take me in, but I am not willing to recognize you as my master."

"Why don't you want to? Isn't this young master not strong enough?"

Lin Tianyou was stunned and asked doubtfully.

"First of all, you are not a craftsman, and we are not compatible.

If we really accept you as Lord, we will have nothing in common.

And because you are not interested in craftsmen, you are unable to exert the power of my strongest ghost technique.

Secondly, you are strong now, but you are still growing.

The competition for the True Heavenly Book has already begun, and there is not much time for you to continue to grow.

Finally, and most importantly, I am the ancestor of Chinese craftsmen, the leader and the creator.

My master must also be an ancestor-level figure.

Like the Corpse Ancestor generals, like the Ghost Emperor of the Underworld, only they are qualified to let me recognize my master.

As for you, you’re still a little behind! "

Luban shook his head and said.

If Zhen Tian Shu were not so quick to compete, he might consider recognizing Lin Tianyou as his master.

Because there is enough time for Lin Tianyou to grow up.

The current Ghost Hunting Dragon King is just like a little tiger that has just grown up.

There is still a long way to go before the Tigers.

When encountering those high-level ghost kings in the underworld, they will be defeated.

He just saw the battle between Lin Tianyou and Mei Zhixiang in Lubanchi.

To be honest, he was shocked by Lin Tianyou's incredible talent.

But it was a shock. As long as Lin Tianyou could not guarantee 100% success in grabbing the True Heavenly Book, he would not recognize his master.

He has a destiny that must be rewritten, so he is determined to obtain the true heavenly book.

PS: Just another gentle reminder, scholars will not miss four o'clock every day.

From the time the book was issued until now, there has never been a delay.

For other authors, after writing one million words, it would be great to be able to write two updates a day.

The scholar has written more than two million words and still insists on updating it four times a day. Please understand this persistence.

Those rhythmic storytellers who only update one chapter a day, please speak with conscience, please?