If Jiang Tianfang regretted his intestines turned blue, then Jin Yuming's stomach would be so distressed that he would be purple.
This is the treasure map he discovered. This is the remains he found after searching for several days. They were originally all his treasures.
But now, even the fat man was given a mysterious weapon, but he could only watch with a glance, unable to even drink saliva, which was too harmful to self-esteem.
Jin Yuming looked at Wu Liang pitifully, hoping that the great master would give him some soup and soothe him, at least he would give him some psychological comfort.
Wu Liang didn't even look at him. If Jiang Tian couldn't let him go, he would at most need a storage ring.
But since you have taken action and have prepared not to leave a single hair for Mr. Wu, Mr. Wu will naturally not be polite to him.
Repaying grievances with kindness is not Mr. Wu’s style. Even if he doesn’t like these things, it’s good to take them out and give them to others.
Ignoring Jin Yuming's begging eyes, Wu Liang inspected the practice room and saw that the poor monks who had been a thousand years ago did not leave anything good, so he said relaxedly: "Okay, the treasure hunt is over, and I'm going home for dinner.
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"Master, why don't you give them some benefits?" Huang Sanyi looked serious. Before Wu Liang was surprised, the third master said snailly: "I look at the cushion, maybe it's a treasure."
Just now, I was surprised that this fat man would have such kind-hearted Jin Yuming's face turned green when he heard the fat man say it. What a treasure? This cushion was seated by a skeleton for thousands of years. Isn't this a shabby person?
He wanted to get angry, but when he thought that this fat man had a master as his backer, Jin Yuming suddenly became depressed. Although the old man was powerful, he still couldn't stand the master. He just decided to admit defeat this time.
However, when the Third Master finished speaking, Wu Liang slapped his forehead and looked at the third Master with furrows before he was surprised: "Huang San, you have a good vision! I forgot if you don't say it, I have some eyesight!"
"What... this, isn't this really a baby?"
The third master looked incredible. Is this thing really a treasure?
He just talked casually and teased Jin Yuming, would he really hit it?
Even Jin Yuming quickly turned his gaze to the ordinary cushion, but when he saw this, Jin Yuming was stunned. Yes, if this cushion was not a treasure, how could it not be corrupt for thousands of years?
Even though this practice room is sealed and protected by the formation, even the clothes on the dry bones have turned into ashes, how could this cushion have not changed color at all?
Jin Yuming's eyes suddenly lit up, and he wanted to take the treasure over now, but when he thought of Wu Liang's existence, he stopped again.
"Well, this thing is also a good thing, and the effect is not too strong. However, it can concentrate and calm the mind and drive away the inner demons, which is just suitable for the innate. If the acquired warrior sits on it, at least you don't have to worry about internal strength when breaking through the innate.
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Wu Liang said it was simple, but as soon as this was said, the three people in the room were stunned.
Jiang Tian's eyes shone brightly, Jin Yuming's mouth opened, and Huang San almost drooled.
What a joke, it can help the innate strong people concentrate and calm their energy, and can help the acquired strong people break through the innate. This is not good, it is simply a treasure!
For warriors, if they practice martial arts or not, the most difficult thing about the road to martial arts is the state of mind. I don’t know how many warriors are not dead at the hands of the enemy when they are restless, but on the way to practice.
Being possessed by the evil spirit and being intoxicated is simply common for warriors.
Even Huang Zhong was not in a state of mind when he broke through the innate state and could not control his internal strength, which caused him to almost give up his life.
For monks, there are generally no inner demons in the realm of Qi training and foundation building, and there is no problem of insufficient mental state.
But for warriors, breaking through the innate world after birth is a life-long life. Even with the assistance of innate alchemy, it is only half-to-half. The real reason is that their mood is too low.
Now this cushion can actually make the warrior calm down, and it is not a single name. It is simply a treasure, a treasure that is more precious than a heavenly-level weapon.
The three of them were shocked and moved. Huang San rushed over, regardless of whether there was a dry bone sitting on it just now, and he almost kissed it a few times in his arms.
"Fat... Master San, you said you gave it to me!"
Jin Yuming said weakly, and his heart was scratching. If he had this treasure, his grandfather might be able to reach the level of a master.
But when he saw the fat man's expression that he wanted to swallow, Jin Yuming felt so disappointed. Your grandfather's, he really didn't give him any soup.
"Did I say it? When did I say it?"
The Third Master looked confused, as if he had forgotten what he had just said. He looked around and pretended to be crazy and stupid for a while, then shook his head vigorously and said, "Little Yellow-haired, you must have heard it wrong. How could the Third Master say that?"
"But……"
"It's nothing, little yellow-haired, the third master is hungry if he doesn't play with you."
Huang San held the cunt tightly and looked at the little yellow-haired with a vigilant look on his face. What a joke? This kind of treasure can be given to others when it comes to the hands of the third master.
If you believe in the third master's words, you are a fool. Sometimes what the third master said is not even a nonsense. Don't take the third master's words seriously.
Wu Liang, who was standing by, shook his head, too lazy to say anything. The cushion of a foundation-building monk could not attract his attention. This thing was probably only needed by these warriors, and real monks would not care about these auxiliary magic weapons.
If this cave was the cave of a semi-immortal cultivator, Wu Liang might still fight, but the foundation-building cultivator's cushion and second-level auxiliary magic weapon would have almost no effect on him.
Not wanting to waste time here, Wu Liang kicked Huang San and walked out. He had already noticed that a warrior was coming nearby.
Although they are all small characters who are not allowed to play, they are annoyed if they are entangled. Mr. Wu doesn’t have the time to get entangled with those people.
Seeing Wu Liang leaving, Huang San quickly followed him, his fat face almost blooming with a smile.
This time, not only did he get a mysterious weapon, but he also got a treasure comparable to a heaven-level weapon. The Third Master made a lot of money this time.
As for the little yellow-haired who discovered the treasure, it was his bird's business. It would be good if he didn't kill them. I don't know how many warriors die in the ruins every year.
This is Mr. Wu. He doesn't care about the revenge of the Jin family, otherwise ordinary people would have killed people to silence them long ago.
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"Uncle Jiang..."
Jin Yuming looked at Jiang Tian dejectedly. This time, not only did he not get the treasure, but he also seriously injured Jiang Tianfang. His unpowerful heart could no longer bear it.
Jiang Tianfang struggled to sit up, took out a jade bottle from his arms, poured out a green pill and threw it into his mouth and swallowed it.
After closing his eyes and recuperating for a moment, Jiang Tianfang comforted him: "Yu Ming, even if we are lucky, it doesn't matter if the baby is gone, at least we are still alive."
“At least we are still alive…”
Jin Yuming murmured and repeated, then nodded and said, "Yes, we are still alive!"
"Uncle Jiang, is he really a master?"
Until now, Jin Yuming is still a little unbelievable. The guy who missed the plane at the airport and was chased by him was actually the master.
Jiang Tianfang shook his head and sighed: "I don't know, no matter whether he is a master or not, he is at least a strong man in the late stage of the innate stage. Unless the old man comes in person, we will not be able to provoke such a strong man."
"Is it innate?"
Jin Yuming clenched his fists, a ray of light shot out from his eyes, and he said firmly: "I will practice hard when I go back, and one day I will take the things back!"
Jiang Tianfang laughed. Even if the other party is a warrior in the late stage of the innate stage, it is not that easy to mess with. Jin Yuming's talent is pretty good, but if he wants to reach the late stage of the innate stage, it would probably be impossible if he doesn't have a great opportunity in his life.
Not to mention that the other party is a powerful master, let alone him, even the old man will not be able to match that person in his life.
Just as Jiang Tianfang was thinking about this, he heard Jin Yuming suddenly exclaim: "Uncle Jiang, we finally didn't return empty-handed!"
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On the way back, Wu Liang was in a pretty good mood after bypassing several warriors.
Although I didn't get any treasures that could improve my strength this time, I finally determined the origin of the ruins and got a storage ring, which was much greater than the expected gain.
But as soon as he walked halfway, he heard Master Huang's surprise scream, and then Wu Liang heard the fat man's heart-wrenching howl.
"Master! Where is my hammer! I forgot the hammer. Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
The third master was heartbroken. When he was leaving, he just thought about the cushion. The hammer was too heavy and he forgot to take it. Now it was the third master's turn to return empty-handed. The cushion was going to go back for the old man. He was the third man.
I didn't even catch a fuck.
Wu Liang rolled his eyes and said, "The first-level magic weapon, this foundation-building monk is poor, but there are still seven or eight in the storage ring, and even several of the second-level and third-level ones."
It’s not a treasure, it’s lost if it’s lost. This fat man is so terrifying. Those who don’t know think this guy lost his fairy weapon.
"Tsk tsk, mysterious weapon, Wu Liang, you have gained a lot."
Just as the third master was howling, a teasing voice suddenly came from not far away.
The third master, who was still howling, stopped howling and looked at the old man walking in the distance with a vigilant look. This guy dared to be so arrogant when he knew Mr. Wu. Could it be the master?
Wu Liang also frowned and said angrily: "Did you have nothing to do all day long? The dragon and dry grass mentioned yesterday has not been sent yet. Is it interesting to keep your souls away all day?"
"Ahem, you are indispensable to the dragon sausage, but you have to go back and get it. Who has nothing to do to run around with the panacea elixir?"
Liu Wuchen laughed dryly, and just as he was about to say a few more words, he saw Wu Liang bypass him and continue walking forward. He immediately said anxiously: "Don't go, let's talk again!"
"There is nothing to talk about. I warn you, follow me again, believe me or not, and I will knock out another big tooth of your body!"
"Don't let it go, Wu Liang, if you have something to do, I'd have to go back to Kyoto."
When Liu Wuchen heard Wu Liang talk about his teeth, he felt a toothache. He subconsciously rubbed his cheeks and quickly put down his hand with awkward expression.
If he hadn't had a serious business, he wouldn't want to meet this guy.
I was originally going back to find the old ghost in Zhenlongtang to vent my anger, but who knew that such a troublesome thing caused him to inquire about it to find Wu Liang's whereabouts. (To be continued.)