Why do you say this? Qianjiao himself is an elder of the Demon Lord Palace, with extraordinary status and power. Even if he offends people, he has the Demon Lord Palace, the giant of the evil path, to take care of him. Now that he is so preoccupied with himself, it is obviously something inside the Demon Lord Palace.
Something went wrong.
Meng Zhao suddenly thought of something Zhu'er had said to him. Tan Cai'er's father was the eighth elder of the Demon Lord Hall. He had superb martial arts skills and superb skills. Although he could not become the Demon Lord of the Demon Lord Hall, he could
It is also hoped that Jin Taishang Elder will unify the chaotic Demon Lord Palace.
Qianjiao's current situation is so bad. Could it be related to Tan Cai'er's father? Is it a power struggle in the Demon Lord's Palace?
When Meng Zhao thought of this, he relaxed. After all, he had Zhu'er by his side, and Zhu'er was the maid who had been with Tan Cai'er since she was a child. She was called a master and servant, and they were actually sisters. With Zhu'er here, he, the Tan family, and that
Even the eighth elder of the Demon Lord Palace has the possibility of negotiation after all, and he is not afraid of the other party plotting against him.
Putting aside his speculation about Qianjiao's situation, Meng Zhao looked dimly and thought of what Fu Qingtong had just said.
According to what Fu Qingtong said, Qianjiao and Muge are currently in a bad situation, and are even being targeted. They don't dare to come forward to contact him. This is not because they are afraid of any threats to him, but because they are afraid of an accident involving Jiaolong's blood. Then Qianjiao can
There is really no possibility of turning over.
Therefore, Mu Ge used a special method of contact to gain Fu Qingtong's trust and let him act as a communication bridge between the two. Everything traded between the two parties would be transferred through him.
Meng Zhao is not yet sure whether this matter is true or false, but if it is true, then there is nothing disadvantageous for him.
"Since the rich brother said this, of course I have no objection, but it was agreed at the beginning that Mu Ge would give me the things first, and then I would take out the things he needs and give them to him. At the same time, they also had to do one thing for me. Now that so much time has passed, Mu Ge and the others are in an inconvenient situation. What they originally promised me and promised me is no longer possible in a short period of time, so the previous conditions must also be changed to some extent. I wonder what Brother Fu thinks?" Fu Qingtong's expression changed, he thought about it for a moment, and then he tentatively said,
"I'm just contacting Brother Meng on behalf of someone. I'm afraid I can't decide on the specific situation, but I would like to ask Brother Meng to make it clear first. Mu Ge has explained some situations, and we may be able to discuss it."
"It's very simple. Within today, what I want must be delivered to the Meng Manor. After I check it clearly and it is accurate, the rich brother will forward it to me in exchange for the things in exchange."
A normal transaction should have been a hand-to-hand transaction, that is, when Mu Ge brought Emperor Yu's armor, Meng Zhao would send the dragon's blood, so that the risk could be effectively controlled and the calculation would be fair.
But now, there is an intermediary, and Meng Zhao is not familiar with the other person, and he does not trust him anymore. On the contrary, Fu Qingtong has some kind of relationship with Mu Ge, and he has to let him think more about himself.
Therefore, he proposed to receive the battle armor first before considering giving away the dragon's blood. Instead, he transferred the risk to Mu Ge.
Fu Qingtong's face fell, and he was a little embarrassed, but looking at Meng Zhao's firm eyes, he knew that it would be difficult to persuade him to change his mind, not to mention that he had no position to do such a thing, so he could only nod and said, p>
"Well, in fact, I can hand over that thing to Brother Meng now. This is what Mu Ge said before. However, I hope Mr. Meng can keep his promise, otherwise Mu Ge will probably suspect that I have enriched my own pockets and swallowed him up.
Something."
Meng Zhao smiled and said nothing. Without confirming how much information Fu Qingtong knew, he would make mistakes if he said more, and he would make fewer mistakes if he said less.
The dragon's blood is a treasure, and Emperor Yu's armor is a supreme divine object, so Meng Zhao guessed that Fu Qingtong only had a partial understanding of the deal between them, otherwise he would probably swallow it directly.
Impossible.
Fu Qingtong stood up, turned around and waved in the direction of his warriors, and saw a stocky man in light yellow uniform carrying a huge wooden box into the pavilion.
It's like an overloaded heavy truck leaving deep footprints on the ground.
I saw the man holding his breath, holding the wooden box with his backhand, sinking down from the horse, spreading his feet, and squatting down slowly.
When the bottom of the wooden box touched the ground, he let out a long breath of turbid air, and the blush caused by the rising blood slowly disappeared, as if an unbearable burden had finally been lifted from his body.
Meng Zhao's knowledge was far different from what it used to be. He could see at a glance that the wooden box looked ordinary, like an ordinary box used to store rags in ordinary farmers' homes. In fact, it was made of a special material, and it was a special kind of wood called sea cloud wood.
Made of.
This kind of box made of sea cloud wood is not only as strong as steel and has extremely strong load-bearing capacity, but also has the miraculous effect of isolating the inside and outside. It is used to place treasures and will not decay for hundreds of years. It is a treasure in itself.
Fu Qingtong saw Meng Zhao's eyes light up and said curiously,
"Brother Meng, this box was transferred to me by Pastoral Song. I have calculated that it weighs 1,200 kilograms. Excluding the 300 kilograms of Haiyunmu, the contents are also 900 kilograms. What is inside?
What?"
Meng Zhao did not answer, but stood up and came to the box. He looked at it front and back. There was nothing special about it. The only place where it was opened was a heavy-looking copper lock.
He didn't know if Fu Qingtong said this because he was really curious about what was inside, or if he had seen it before and was just using it to release a smoke bomb to confuse him.
No matter which one it is, he will never reveal even a single word about the existence of Emperor Yu's armor.
Because if word really gets out, it will be difficult to keep this thing.
Not to mention other people, the royal family is definitely coveting this kind of supreme-level battle armor from the beginning of the Middle Ages, and they will definitely get their hands on it secretly.
In addition to the royal family, all the monsters, ghosts, demons and spies in this vast Chi County China will also swarm towards him, unless he has the transcendent force to defeat the heroes and suppress the world.
Seeing that Meng Zhao ignored him, Fu Qingtong's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he felt unhappy in his heart. He felt that the other party was a bit too rude, but he also knew that it was not in line with the rules to ask him, so he did not get angry.
No matter what Fu Qingtong thinks, Meng Zhao has no intention of maintaining the superficial relationship between the two, because all his attention is now focused on the box, no, more accurately, the contents of the box.
"Brother Rich, this wooden box was entrusted to you by Pastoral. Then, has the key to this copper lock been entrusted to you?"
Fu Qingtong was even more unhappy. Meng Zhao clearly didn't trust him, and his face turned cold.
"Young Master Meng, you can rest assured that Mu Ge did not entrust me with the key to the copper lock. If you want to open the box, you can do it yourself. With your martial arts, it will not be difficult."
Before he finished speaking, his mouth was already open.
I saw the thumb and forefinger of Meng Zhao's right hand pinching the thick copper lock. With a slight tug, the solid copper lock, which could not be scratched by a sword, was directly torn and torn apart.
Fall to the ground.
Hiss, the strength of this hand is not small, and the internal strength is even more domineering.
He could do it with all his strength, but it would never be as easy as Meng Zhao's.
A glimpse of the leopard can be seen in the tube, and the two men's martial arts are superior.