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"Haha, it's true that a hero comes from a boy. Boy, what's your name?" the elf leader asked gently.

"I'm in Yanglin."

In front of such a big shot, it doesn't matter if you say your real name.

"Lia's father looks like the elf king in the movie of his previous life." He thought to himself.

Seeing that his cultivation level is already at the first level of the Ninth Realm, such a powerful man should be an old monster with gray hair. Why does he look so young?

His eyes casually glanced at the elves standing next to him.

I found that the energy on their faces was very good, and the oldest one looked almost like Blue Star's fifty-year-old strong man.

"Yang Lin..." the Elf leader repeated.

"It seems that your name is closely related to our elves. Come and bring up the box that was prepared in advance."

With a wave of his hand, several elf subordinates standing nearby walked towards the back garden.

Russian qing.

One after another, elves came to the hall carrying big boxes.

At a glance, there are three boxes in total.

The box is very large, about the size of 1 meter*0.5 meter*0.75 meters.

The subordinate opened the box, which was filled with items.

This green light almost blinded my 24K eyes.

Three large boxes of high-grade spiritual stones.

Calculating the market price, the pile of alliance coins can crush someone to death.

Tang Lin picked up an irregular spirit stone the size of a fist and weighed it in his hand for a few times.

Heavy, the best of the best.

"This elven clan is really rich. They made such a generous purchase in one go. They are worthy of being one of the four major families of the United Nations. They are really rich." Yang Lin said in his heart.

"Thank you then."

Without cheating, he put the three large boxes of high-grade spiritual stones into the space ring with a wave of his hand.

"It's a pity that there is no elixir. Let's look back and see if we can figure out how to smelt the spiritual stone into spiritual liquid." I said to myself.

The elf leader nodded slightly.

He liked such a cheerful young man very much.

"Well, it's just a little bit of sincerity."

"By the way, Yang Lin, I think your race seems to be the Shentong clan. I'm also curious. The Shentong clan pays more attention to the geniuses in the clan than we do, and I also have a good personal relationship with the leader of their clan. I think I want to ask if your purpose of running to Nanyuan Grassland alone is the same as Leah."

Yang Lin felt a little confused.

How could he belong to the Shen Tong Clan? To put it bluntly, he had never even seen what the Shen Tong Clan looked like.

"I don't know what the purpose of Leah's going is. I just happened to meet her by chance."

"Of course I went to Nanyuan Grassland to hone myself. After all, as the leader of a clan, I should also know that geniuses are tempered by fighting."

Yang Lin neither admitted nor denied that he was a member of the Shen Tong clan. He directly answered the second question and walked away from the conversation.

The elf leader nodded.

"Well, it's true. Any genius is tempered. I think back then I was also a genius who fought against the heroes in the south and the green barbarians in the north."

Marder deserves to be the leader of the Elf clan, and he is better at pretending than I am.

Yang Lin didn't speak. There was really nothing to talk about with these people.

The elf leader groped his chin as if thinking about something, then turned to look at his wife.

"Madam, this child saved our family Leah. I plan to let him participate in the ceremony one month later. What do you think?"

The patriarch's wife thought for a moment.

"Okay, after all, as the saying goes, a drop of kindness should be repaid by a spring."

"Okay, that's it."

The old uncle next to him moved his ears, his eyes widened immediately after hearing the conversation between the two, and he said to his elder sister:

"Sister, isn't it true that only our elves can participate in the ceremony? If you let him be a foreigner, wouldn't it be a bit..."

The elder sister fanned the green peacock fan in her hand and glanced at Ma Erdan.

"Erdan, you should have seen many other wives or husbands of the elves participating in the ceremony ten years ago."

"But this is different." The old uncle retorted.

"What's the difference?" the old lady asked.

"It's just...it's just..." The old uncle himself couldn't explain why.

I always felt that my words were inconsistent and mixed with double standards. Finally, I stamped my right foot on the ground, turned my head away, and felt sulky at myself.

Seeing her old uncle's abnormal behavior, Lia was a little confused. She didn't know what her mother said, which made her uncle speechless.

This is also very funny. When Leah was young, her uncle was particularly sleepy and would often talk for the whole day. In the end, her mother went from being helpless to working hard to hone her language skills and eventually became a poisonous mouth. She could always talk about herself with one sentence. The old uncle was speechless.

The art of language is truly unfathomable.

Leah shook her head and sympathized with her uncle for a second.

The elf leader smiled and looked at Yang Lin for a few seconds.

The patriarch's wife said softly...

"My elf clan will have a clan sacrifice ceremony in a month. Young man, I wonder if you are interested in participating."

Clan sacrifice ceremony?

Could it be that he was offering sacrifices to that big tree?

"Since I've invited you all, I will definitely visit here again in the next month."

The other party has lowered their status and invited me. Besides, it seems that there is no loss to me even if I participate.

After worshiping the ancestor tree, following the can routine in the novel, you might be able to pick up a plug-in or something, Yang Lin thought to himself.

The Elf leader was satisfied with the answer.

"How about we have breakfast here this morning and watch the sunrise together."

? ? ?

So Lia came with an empty stomach?

It's so strange, the biological clock of this elven family really can't adapt.

Feeling the warm feeling coming from the elixir being refined in his body's dantian, Yang Lin shook his head and refused.

"I appreciate your kindness. I took the elixir before breakfast came."

"Well, okay then, Leah, take this young man out."

"Okay, Father."

Leah walked up to Yang Lin.

"Come on, let's go out."

Yang Lin hummed, turned around and left side by side with Liya.

The retrieval this time is good, there is no shortage of high-level spiritual stones.

Go back and try to attack the five realms, and then you will truly enter the ranks of masters.

It is said that after reaching the fifth and sixth realms, one's talent will undergo a qualitative change.

And talents of A level and above will awaken their own skills, commonly known as talent secrets.

Yang Lin was very curious as to what kind of secret skills this paper-cutting sword could possess after awakening.

Could it be the type of summoning that summons paper scissors to fight? Oh, no, it should be the secret method of transforming into a fighting form.