But then I thought about it again, what kind of treasure is Emperor Yu’s armor?
The base of earth-level magic weapons may even be heaven-level magic weapons.
If it can be changed hands and used casually, how is it any different from a sword worth a few taels of silver in the world?
Precious things have their own uses. This is the pattern and style.
There seems to be nothing wrong with setting the threshold higher.
Anyway, Meng Zhao has now used the Sky Mirror to see through the secrets inside this armor. The key to the Canglong Transformation and Evil Eye Technique is also in his heart.
As long as you find a quiet and uninhabited place and make appropriate preparations, this long-dusted armor, the supreme object, will see the light of day again.
Thinking of this, even if Meng Zhao was in a good mood, he couldn't help grinning his lips and laughing repressedly and excitedly.
Fu Qingtong was a little curious when he saw this.
"Mr. Meng, do you recognize this object? You look so happy. Could it be some kind of treasure?"
It can also be seen from this that Fu Qingtong is a bit naive. Maybe he has been cultivating under the Fuyang Lao Taoist sect for too long and has never experienced the world. His perception of some problems is very slow and his handling methods are too rough.
Just like him and Meng Zhao, but the second time they met, they didn't have much communication and their relationship was only general.
When Meng Zhao opened the wooden box, he shouldn't have come up to look at it, let alone inquire about it.
Of course, such a person is actually easy to deal with. Meng Zhao suppressed his smile, reached out and grabbed a bronze disc weighing nearly a thousand kilograms in the palm of his hand. His right arm hidden in his sleeve bulged out blue blood veins like earthworms, and used pure strength to move it.
Its support,
"My rich brother doesn't know something. I like antiques and rare treasures the most. As early as when I was in Nan'an, I spent a lot of money to buy similar things. Although the origin of this disk is unknown, it has been around for a long time. It is an antique. It is said to be precious.
Not necessarily, it just depends on personal preference."
Fu Qingtong understood that he had already sent people to collect relevant information about Meng Zhao and knew many of his past events.
Naturally, this includes Meng Zhao's deeds of plundering antiques when he was in Nan'an, which was considered a relatively elegant hobby.
It has to be said that Meng Zhao went to great lengths to provide sufficient energy points for the Sky Mirror.
Even when he came to Lingwu City, he did not stop this matter, and still searched for energy points through various overt and covert channels.
"Well, since Brother Meng has confirmed that it is this thing, when will the thing that Mu Ge wants be delivered?"
Fu Qingtong was actually very curious about what he could exchange for this piece of bronze disc with no date, whether it was a thousand taels of silver or a martial arts secret book. Thinking about it carefully, the pastoral song was neither lacking in martial arts nor silver. Could it be that it was also a treasure?
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Meng Zhao thought for a while, and now the young Jiao Xiaojiu was coiled around his waist. Without his spiritual call, it was like a dead thing. If you want to take its essence and blood, you can take it at any time. However, he is a little hesitant now.
Don't give the dragon's blood to Qianjiao.
After all, if it is as he suspected, Qian Jiao is now fighting with Tan Cai'er's father and is being crushed to the point of being unable to move. If he gets the dragon's blood to make up for the hidden dangers in his foundation, will he raise an evil dragon instead?
He once had a face-to-face conversation with Qianjiao, and knew that this old man was a complete evil person, and would not be willing to let divine objects such as the Canglong Armor fall into the hands of others. Compromising for the time being did not mean that he would always let things go.
It is more likely that he solved the old problem and improved his martial arts, and then ran over, killed him, and took back the armor.
Meng Zhao does not think that he is a villain, but that this is a normal development trend.
Of course, things have changed now. Qianjiao seems to be too busy taking care of himself that he doesn't even dare to show his face. Muge even has to contact him through a rich young boy, which shows that the situation is not optimistic.
Under this situation, Meng Zhao naturally came up with the idea of returning, or maybe he had always thought so, but he just had concerns. Now this concern has been dispelled.
It seems that you can do it by eating black and white.
As for whether this was a trap set by Qianjiao to test him, Meng Zhao thought it was unlikely.
The reason is very simple. Through the sky mirror, he has determined that this Emperor Yu's armor is the real thing.
Then Qianjiao immediately lost the initiative when he delivered the things. This also shows that his current situation is not optimistic.
"Brother Rich, you said that the thing has come into my hands. Pastoral Ge and his friends are now in a bad situation, even worrying.
What do you think if I don’t give you what I promised you in advance and regret it?”
Meng Zhao held the bronze disc in his palm, sometimes buckling, sometimes flying. Under the pull of various exquisite forces, the disc seemed to be sucked by a magnet. No matter how it shook, it could not escape the three-inch distance from his palm. p>
His demeanor was relaxed, as if he was joking with Fu Qingtong.
However, these words frightened Fu Qingtong so much that his face turned extremely ugly. He forced a smile and said tentatively,
"Brother Meng, don't be ridiculous. Your family has a great business and just swept the Iron Hand Society. How could you do such a thing regardless of your status?"
Seeing Meng Zhao half-smiling but not smiling, looking at him with deep eyes, Fu Qingtong's smile faded and he clenched his fists.
"Brother Meng, the transaction was actually between you and Mu Ge. I'm just a middleman. If you want to go back on your word, I really can't do anything to you.
But aren’t you afraid of Pastoral’s revenge on you?”
"Yes, if Muge came to me in person to trade, of course I wouldn't even mention it.
But now, isn’t he so busy that he doesn’t even dare to show his face?
In this case, it means that he probably can't take care of me now. Even if I regret it, he can't do anything to me.
As for holding a grudge against me, that's not the case, because he is just a gift giver, and there is someone else who deals with me.
Besides, am I, Meng Zhao, afraid of them?"
Fu Qingtong didn't look very surprised. Mu Ge should have said something to him.
Some things are actually not hard to imagine. In the many years since Mu Ge disappeared, he has obviously done nothing good. Otherwise, he would not even return to Zhenwu Temple. Apart from occasionally delivering news, he is no different from a dead person.
Either he can't help it, or he is actively doing something shameful.
"Now that Brother Meng has made a decision, I'm afraid my opinion doesn't matter anymore."
Fu Qingtong didn't want to fall out with Meng Zhao, nor did he dare to fall out with him, so he could only sigh and reply.
As a middleman, if he handed something to Meng Zhao but confiscated what he got in return, he would definitely be complained or even resented, but what could he do?
Put a knife on Meng Zhao's neck and force him to hand over his things?
This is Meng Zhao, a quiet man who laid down his roots in Lingwu City and even pioneered many times. His master, Fu Yangzi, has been a close friend for many years. What qualifications does he have to do this? p>
Don’t want to live anymore?
Meng Zhao was a little embarrassed, knowing that if he did this, he would definitely make the rich young boy stick to the pot, but when it came to conflicts of interests, there was no room for mercy.
He didn't directly intend to regret it, he just said,
"Well, if I do this and make it difficult for the rich brother, just come to my house to pick up the things in three days."
As for what will be brought out by then, Meng Zhaoke cannot guarantee it.
Fu Qingtong was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he suddenly heard a soft and charming laugh. His head became dizzy, and with a pop, he passed out directly on the ground.