Qian Renxue smiled:
"My First Martial Soul can't do this anymore."
"But my Second Martial Soul..."
Before she finished speaking--
"Leave it to me to perfect the Ring Detonation technique."
A cold voice suddenly sounded from between Qian Renxue's eyebrows.
Immediately afterwards, an icy blue stream of light emerged from the center of her eyebrows.
The stream of light was like a wisp of frost blown away by the wind, falling lightly on Qian Renxue's shoulders.
Snow Empress sat on Qian Renxue's shoulders, put his legs together on Qian Renxue's shoulder sockets, and spoke in a cold tone:
"I can use the source to condense some Hundred-Year Soul Ring, use them to Simulation Ring Detonation's situation, and use this as a basis to perfect it."
Qian Renxue tilted his head, turned sideways and looked at Snow Empress on his shoulder, and asked in a soft voice:
"Will this have any bad impact on you?"
"Some subtle effects are indescribable." Snow Empress said in an indifferent tone, "At least the impact is smaller than if you exploded my Soul Ring."
Qian Renxue's face stiffened when she heard this, and she instantly understood what Snow Empress meant.
When I was exploring the Ring Detonation technique last night, in order to test it, Qian Renxue tried it on Soul Ring of Snow Empress.
"I'm sorry, Snow Empress." A hint of apology immediately appeared on Qian Renxue's face.
She raised her hand and lightly touched the long silver hair of Snow Empress hanging on her shoulders.
"Exploding your Soul Ring will damage your origin."
"It doesn't matter." Snow Empress tilted his head, not avoiding her touch, and his tone was no longer so cold, "You continue to practice, and leave the rest to me."
After saying that, she turned into an icy blue stream of light and returned to Qian Renxue's eyebrows.
Zhao Linchuan At this time, the atmosphere around him had returned to calm. He raised his hand, shook the bamboo leaves on his robe, and spoke warmly:
"Xue'er, you stay and warm yourself up, I'll go Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."
"Go and give Sword Douluo an arm?" Qian Renxue raised his head and looked at him, with a hint of understanding in his tone.
"Well, I promised Rongrong yesterday, and I went over to finish the matter today." Zhao Linchuan nodded and asked again, "You have a good rest and wait until I come back if you have any ideas..."
to noon.
Within the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Ning Fengzhi held the highest level of reception ceremony.
From the mountain gate to the welcoming hall, a red carpet was spread all the way, and an inner disciple stood every ten steps on both sides, bowing in solemnity.
Ning Fengzhi stood waiting at the entrance of the hall, followed by Ning Rongrong and several elders.
This kind of pomp and circumstance is something that not many people in the entire continent can enjoy.
Zhao Linchuan originally thought of attaching Chen Xin's arm first when he came in, but Ning Fengzhi refused to say it was urgent and wanted to leave him for lunch before treatment.
Zhao Linchuan couldn't refuse, so he agreed.
This was an extremely sumptuous meal, with thirty-six dishes on the table, a combination of meat and vegetables, all in color, flavor and taste. Even the presentation of the dishes was meticulous to the extreme.
Zhao Linchuan was quite satisfied with the meal. Ning Rongrong sat next to him, serving him food and tea from time to time. He was so attentive that the elders nearby couldn't help but look at him a few more times.
After the meal, the group came to a quiet room that had been prepared.
Chen Xin was sitting upright on a stone couch, the sleeve on his left shoulder hanging empty, but his face was very calm.
"Lin Chuan." Ning Rongrong held a jade box in his hand, handed it to Zhao Linchuan, and said with a slightly trembling voice, "Please."
Zhao Linchuan sat cross-legged on the left side of Chen Xin, reached out to take the jade box, patted open the cover, and looked down at it.
The jade box was covered with a layer of soft velvet, and in the middle of the velvet lay a half-length left arm bone.
The Spirit Bone was silver-gray in color, with a layer of metallic Soul Power halo flowing on the surface, and a cold silver light glowing in the corners.
The quality of this Spirit Bone is considered to be of excellent quality.
But the problem is that 20,000 years is not enough in the face of Chen Xin's ninety-sixth level Soul Power cultivation level.
And to be honest, Zhao Linchuan no longer needs Spirit Bone to help people regenerate their limbs.
But he still plans to use this piece of Spirit Bone as a medium to do this.
The reason is very simple. If the message spreads that he can regenerate people's limbs without Spirit Bone, then the threshold of his family will probably be broken through.
When so-and-so's seventh aunt and so-and-so's eighth aunt come to beg him, how will he have time to do his own thing?
"Sword Douluo, I'm offended!"
Zhao Linchuan responded knowingly, picked up Spirit Bone with his left hand, pointed his right hand together like a sword, and a green-gold brilliance lit up from his fingertips.
He lightly scratched Chen Xin's broken arm with the sword finger of his right hand, and the old scar on Chen Xin's broken left shoulder was reopened, revealing a piece of bright red flesh and blood.
Zhao Linchuan With his left hand, he quickly brought the left arm bone to the wound, allowing the bone surface to connect with the fracture.
Immediately, the light on the sword finger of his right hand changed from sharp to soft, and green-gold light poured down from the fingertips, hitting the line connecting Spirit Bone and the severed arm.
Intense blue-gold brilliance burst out from Spirit Bone and the broken arm. The light formed an illusory arm outline on the left shoulder of Chen Xin, extending from the shoulder to the fingertips.
Although the arm bones are illusory, the internal meridians are not bad at all.
The blue-gold light flows in the meridians, connecting, merging, and connecting the piece of Spirit Bone with the Soul Power in Chen Xin's body one by one.
Flesh and blood grew out from the line connecting Spirit Bone and the severed arm, like buds emerging from the soil after the spring snow melted, spreading downward bit by bit.
First the muscles of the shoulders, then the upper arms, then the elbow bends...
"Haha." Chen Xin smiled calmly at this.
He looked down and watched his left arm grow back inch by inch, with a rather relaxed expression on his face.
Although he looks young, he is actually an old monster who has lived for a long time. What kind of injuries have he not seen?
The mere soreness and tingling of flesh and blood is not worth mentioning.
About a quarter of an hour later.
The green-gold brilliance slowly converged.
Chen Xin's originally broken left arm has returned to its original state.
He slowly raised the newborn's left arm, then made a fist, loosened it, and then clenched it again. His movements were smooth and natural, without any hesitation.
"Uncle Jian!"
"Sword Grandpa!!"
Ning Fengzhi father and son called out with tears in their eyes.
Ning Fengzhi's eyes were red and his lips moved twice, but he didn't say any more words.
Ning Rongrong threw himself directly in front of Chen Xin's knees, looking up at the arm that had grown back, with tears falling one by one.
Chen Xin turned a blind eye to Ning Fengzhi's words.
He lowered his head, smiled at Ning Rongrong, and said with emotion:
"Rongrong, you have found a good husband."
"Sword Grandpa, stop teasing Rongrong..."
Ning Rongrong raised the back of his hand and wiped his eyes carelessly, with a forced smile on his face.