"Ask him, how far has he cultivated Canghen Technique?"
Pu Yao's sudden opening made Zuo Mo immediately aware of Pu Yao's urgent mood. After spending time with Pu Yao for a long time, Zuo Mo also gradually understood some of Pu Yao's habits. Generally speaking, Pu Yao was not familiar with most things.
He has a scornful attitude, but when faced with something that is of great help to him, he will not hide his urgent desire.
From this aspect, Pu Yao is quite direct. Of course, most of the time, his directness is not easy for people to accept.
For example, he now makes no secret of his desire for the Golden Soul, and for example, if Zuo Mo doesn't help him get the Golden Soul, just wait, countless pairs of shoes are waiting behind him.
The threats from Pu Yao are direct to the point of being naked.
Zuo Mo understood this deeply. He coughed lightly and pretended to say: "How far have you mastered the Canghen Technique?"
Cang Ze was shocked. The opponent actually knew Cang Mark Technique. Cang Ze's shock was noticed by Nan Yue on the side. She thought to herself, could it be another witchcraft like "Tiannan Archery"?
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My lord is so mysterious!
Cangze stared at Zuo Mo closely, trying to get clues from Zuo Mo's face.
But Zuo Mo is such a seasoned person. He kept a straight face and learned the expressionless expression of Pu Yao. He secretly muttered in his heart that he was such a pure and kind person in the past. He had been hanging around with Pu Yao for a long time, but now he cheated and abducted him.
Proficient in everything.
Of course, he does not feel guilty, but is trying to perform the current role well.
Cang Ze couldn't see the slightest clue. Since the other party could tell the name of Cang Mark Technique, it was probably not unreasonable. Among the many existing magic arts of the Cang clan, "Cang Mark Technique" was very inconspicuous. Young people in the clan who had some talent
Most people would not choose this magic to major in. They would prefer more powerful magic such as "Blue Sea Technique" and "Cang Yun Technique".
But as the grandson of the clan leader, Cang Ze knows more than ordinary Cang clan members. For example, the Council of Elders has never stopped secretly researching the "Cang Mark Technique".
With all the sorcery the Cang clan has, why did the other party mention "Cang Mark Technique"?
Countless thoughts were rolling in Cangze's mind. He lowered his head and said respectfully: "I have never practiced Canghen Technique."
"Not practicing?" Pu Yao was stunned.
Zuo Mo reacted quickly and was also stunned: "You haven't practiced Canghen Technique?"
"Did the Cang tribe create another powerful sorcery?" Pu Yao muttered to himself, he frowned, a little surprised.
"Could it be that your Cang tribe has created some powerful magic?" Zuo Mo learned and sold it.
Cangze gritted his teeth: "It's not that there is a new magic technique, it's just that the students are stupid and Canghen Technique has no way of doing it." His heart was pounding, and he called himself a "student" instead of "a subordinate".
In the sea of consciousness, Pu Yao's brows relaxed and he breathed a sigh of relief: "Tell him that you will teach him Canghen Technique and exchange five strands of golden soul every year."
"Do you know Canghen Technique?" Zuo Mo asked Pu Yao with some suspicion.
"That thing is very simple, it's just a roundabout way." Pu Yao, who regained his confidence, waved his hand in a manly manner.
Zuo Mo was hesitant. Pu Yao must have had too many things, but the muttering in his heart did not affect his response. He coughed lightly: "I happen to know a little about the cultivation method of Canghen Technique."
Cang Ze felt a strong sense of happiness instantly overwhelm his psychological defenses, and he actually felt a little dizzy.
His voice was trembling: "Seriously?"
"That's right." Zuo Mo said bravely.
At this time, Cangze showed the qualities of the grandson of a clan leader. He did not get carried away and lose control of his emotions. Instead, he suppressed his excitement and asked respectfully: "What can I, the Cang clan, do for you, teacher?"
Zuo Mo glanced at Cang Ze appreciatively and secretly thought that this boy was indeed on the road. However, the appreciation in his heart did not make him plan to give him any discount: "Ten rays of golden soul every year."
With one mouthful, Zuo Mo doubled Pu Yao's asking price.
It’s not that I’m greedy, I’m raising a family!
In the sea of consciousness, Pu Yao was stunned.
Hiss, Cangze took a breath of air. Although he expected that the price the Cang clan would pay was not low, the price of ten rays of golden souls every year was still beyond his expectations.
"This matter is of great importance. Students should consult their elders for instructions."
Cangze answered cautiously.
"Okay." Zuo Mo said nothing nonsense, then pointed at Nan Yue and said: "She is my follower, you can just go to her directly from now on."
Hearing this, Cangze quickly exchanged spiritual consciousness marks with Nan Yue. A simple character "Cang" flew out in front of Cangze, with two sparse gray-green bushes at the top. Nanyue also called out her spiritual consciousness mark, and she
The mark of his spiritual consciousness is the word "天南" formed by a curved wisteria.
Cang Ze was shocked when he noticed Nan Yue's mark of consciousness. During his investigation, he found that Nan Yue had no background. She was from a very small ethnic group and lived a difficult life. She couldn't be more ordinary. When he saw her expression
I recognized the mark, but I couldn't help being surprised.
Coming from a famous family, he naturally has no shortage of research on spiritual marks. The way of writing "Tiannan" is very different from the current writing method. Most of these spiritual marks appear on ethnic groups with a long history.
He secretly remembered it and planned to investigate it. He stretched out his finger and lightly clicked on the word "Tiannan", and a purple light flew into the mark of his consciousness. Nanyue also followed the law.
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After exchanging spiritual consciousness, both parties can communicate easily.
Cang Ze hurriedly resigned, and he was anxious to go back and report. He had a vague hunch that this opportunity would most likely be a turning point for the Cang clan.
After Cangze left, Zuo Mo gave some advice to Nanyue and left.
"It turned out to be a cracking method." Qianliu was a little surprised: "The style is quite different."
The fire-faced man didn't seem to be interested in the wild beast chessboard. He looked around and suddenly laughed and said, "Those brats probably can't hold themselves back anymore."
Qianliu knew who the fire-faced man was talking about, so he smiled and said nothing, but continued to observe the wild beast chessboard intently. Mo Shui Mingkong was left behind after he broke out of prison three hundred years ago. He did it unintentionally back then.
He didn't pay much attention to it either.
But the curiosity in his heart has not diminished at all. He can no longer remember how long it has been since he visited Mo Shuimingkong. As a master who hangs out in the seventh prison, the first prison is really a distant memory. Today
He came here specifically to see what the new first prison built by this guy who had broken his Mo Shuimingkong was like.
"I heard that he is also very young?" Qianliu asked with interest.
"Quite young!" The fire-faced man raised his eyebrows, and the face in the fire ball raised his eyebrows, with a bit of schadenfreude: "Now he is probably on the challenge list of those brats."
"There's nothing wrong with it." Qianliu said noncommittally, "More competition is a good thing."
He withdrew his consciousness and said with some regret: "It's a pity that I can't trigger the battle to break the prison. All the powerful things are there."
The triggering conditions for the battle to break the prison have always been quite mysterious. For example, as the first prison, Mo Shuimingkong, no one seems to have triggered it in the past three hundred years. But in the past three hundred years, the second prison, the fourth prison and the fifth prison
, but they have all been triggered. The rules are really hard to figure out.
Qianliu had been involved in the battle to break the prison, and he knew much more than the average person.
The triggering conditions for the battle to break the prison are not directly related to strength, but to the realm, and it is an extremely subtle relationship. It is too high. For example, he was able to trigger the breaking of the first prison three hundred years ago.
The battle in prison, but now he cannot trigger it.
If the realm is low, it will not work either.
Moreover, the Ten Finger Prison seems to favor young demons, to be precise, young and high-level demons.
What a pity!
Qianliu shook his head with regret. The opponent's real powerful sorcery imprints were all in the battle to break the prison. The Desolate Beast chessboard was full of mysterious and precise sorcery breaking skills, and it was like a rich sea of questions.
Qianliu has fought against countless masters, but this is the first time he has seen such an alternative style, which makes him feel a bit unbearable.
Seeing the look of regret on Qianliu's face, the fire-faced man suddenly came over and said, "I have an idea."
"any solution?"
"Let those brats come." The fire-faced man looked like he was worried about the world being in chaos: "Those brats must be working hard now, let them come and destroy the Wild Beast chessboard."
Qianliu thought slightly, but shook his head and said: "The battle to break the prison is not so easy to trigger."
"Hehe, this is none of our business. I guess those old ghosts will also be interested." The fire-faced man chuckled, and then said with a generous face: "You don't have to worry about this matter, I
Come!"
Qianliu was indeed curious about Zuo Mo's sorcery. He smiled and didn't stop him. He just told him, "Don't make too much trouble."
"Don't worry, don't worry." The fire-faced man looked excited.
Zuo Mo withdrew from the Wild Beast chessboard and suddenly felt a hot breath blowing on his face.
With a start, Zuo Mo quickly opened his eyes, and a familiar face almost appeared on his face.
"Ghost!"
He breathed a sigh of relief, held Agui's face, and asked curiously: "What are you doing?"
The ghost looked at him blankly and didn't answer.
As soon as Zuo Mo finished asking, he was stunned. Wait. A look of surprise suddenly bloomed in his eyes: "A ghost, a ghost!"
Ah Gui still looked at Zuo Mo blankly, indifferent.
The joy on Zuo Mo's face gradually faded away. He looked at Ah Gui carefully. Her eyes were still empty and dull, showing a look of disappointment. Ah Gui had not recovered. He shook his head, laughing at himself. He was really greedy.
He quickly recovered from his loss. Although Agui had not recovered, she was much more energetic than before.
At the very least, this is a sign of improvement!
After thinking about it, the gloom in Zuo Mo's mind was suddenly cleared away, and he became inspired again. He stood up, picked up the ghost, put it on his back and rushed out the door.