"Huh!" Yang Ming let out a long breath and felt the magic elements pouring in from all directions, constantly replenishing the emptiness in his Dantian, and his expression became much more relaxed.
Yang Ming clasped his fists and said to Cheng Fengnian: "Thank you Master Cheng for your mercy. This junior has offended me."
Cheng Fengnian raised his eyebrows. Seeing that Yang Ming was so polite, it seemed that the situation was somewhat different from what the gatekeeper disciple said. Did he really misunderstand him? But so what if he knew that, he, the dignified master of the pavilion, couldn't bear to talk to him.
When a junior apologized, he simply pretended to be cool and only replied with a "hmm".
"Tell me, when you came to Huangyao Pavilion, you probably didn't just want to cause trouble. You must have other purposes. Is it because your father is a visitor?" Cheng Fengnian looked at Yang Ming and said.
"Master Cheng Pavilion knows things like a god, this junior is here just for this matter." Yang Ming responded with a small flattery.
"Then you can go back. I'm not interested in cooperation." Cheng Fengnian waved his sleeves and turned around to leave. When Yang Ming saw this, he quickly stepped forward to stop him.
"Master Cheng, please think about it again. If you have any requests, you can make them. As long as you agree to cooperate, I will try my best to complete them."
Seeing Yang Ming's reluctance, Cheng Fengnian was a little shaken in his heart. However, uniting the nine dragon clan forces is not just a matter of cooperation. It requires the cooperation of the nine forces. When the Purple Dragon Palace proposed it, it was
Not many dragon kings agreed.
"Hey, just come with me. After I finish speaking, it won't be too late for you to consider persuading me." Cheng Fengnian said to Yang Ming.
The two of them slowly walked into Huangyao Pavilion under the awe-inspiring eyes of everyone. It will not take long for today's battle to spread throughout Huangyao Pavilion. A junior resisted the master of Huangyao Pavilion and finally tied. Such a record is enough for the young people.
A lifetime of shame.
"Boy Yang Ming, the reason why I don't agree with uniting various forces is because each force has existed for tens of thousands of years, and each force has its own style of doing things. A rash alliance will lead to a decrease in combat effectiveness instead of an increase due to habit problems." Cheng
Feng Nian said earnestly.
"Master Cheng, the problem you mentioned is not unsolvable, but it depends on how the leaders of all parties deal with it."
Yang Ming heard the other party's implication, saying that they couldn't cooperate was just an excuse. Could it be that the leaders had agreed to join forces, so could the disciples still object? What's important is whether joining forces would be beneficial to them. This is the real reason.
Cheng Fengnian knew that Yang Ming was not so easy to dismiss, so he stopped hiding it and said directly: "Yang Ming boy, I know you are a smart man, and I don't want to beat around the bush. If you want to impress me to agree to the alliance, then you can
Come up with something substantial.”
Seeing that the other party was getting straight to the point, Yang Ming said directly: "It depends on what Pavilion Master Cheng needs. As long as it is within my ability, I can satisfy you, but the prerequisite is not to open your mouth like a lion."
"I think your weapon is very good. Although I don't usually use bows and arrows, I do know a little bit about halberds."
Cheng Fengnian had been holding in his fart for a long time, and it turned out that he was interested in Yang Ming's weapons. Indeed, when he fought with Yang Ming, he didn't see him taking out his weapons to fight the enemy. He probably couldn't use them for some reason.
"This..." Yang Ming was a little stunned and didn't know what to say.
Cheng Fengnian thought this request was too much, waved his hand and said: "If you can't satisfy it, forget it, please come back."
Yang Ming knew that the other party had misunderstood, but he couldn't say that the request was too simple. Let's try another one. When he looked at the other party, his eyes were immediately full of pity, as if he were looking at a fool.
"Master Cheng, my weapons are all tailor-made and they won't be as powerful as they should be for you, so I can't give them to you, but if you need weapons, I can introduce you to this blacksmith.
He will forge a weapon suitable for you and will never charge you a penny." Yang Ming said with a smile.
"I have very high requirements for magic weapons. Not ordinary magic weapons can handle it." Cheng Fengnian said in a deep voice.
"Don't worry, this blacksmith of mine is the most skilled blacksmith in the entire continent, bar none." Yang Ming patted his chest and assured Cheng Fengnian.
Cheng Fengnian's eyes lit up, but he soon became confused and said: "Boy Yang Ming, don't talk nonsense. I have never heard of any blacksmith who would say that his skills are the best in the world."
"Do you know Master Tiexiong?" Yang Ming suddenly asked.
"Who doesn't know Master Tie? He is the vice president of the Blacksmiths Association and one of the best forging masters. You mean..." Cheng Fengnian looked at Yang Ming expectantly and said.
Yang Ming smiled and shook his head, then said: "Yes, but not entirely."
"What do you mean?" Cheng Fengnian was confused by Yang Ming.
"My weapon has nothing to do with Master Tiexiong. It was forged by his junior brother, Master Shan Liwen. However, Master Shan Liwen and Master Tiexiong are brothers. They come from the same sect. There is no problem if you want Master Tiexiong to forge it." Yang
Ming explained.
Cheng Fengnian was confused by Yang Ming and said directly: "I don't care who forged it, I just want a magic weapon that suits me and is strong and resistant."
Yang Ming knew that the matter was done, so he promised: "As long as you agree to the unity of the nine tribes, I will ask the master to tailor a magic weapon for you, a magic weapon suitable for you. Not only that, but also provide 100 pieces for Huangyao Pavilion
Top magic weapon, how about it?"
"One...one hundred items, did I hear you correctly?"
Cheng Fengnian was really shocked by Yang Ming's words. One hundred magic weapons were still top-notch. This was a quantity that he could not even imagine. To know that a top-level magic weapon would consume a lot of precious materials.
The creation of one hundred top-level magic weapons is enough to consume more than half of Huangyao Pavilion's property. It seems that agreeing to unite the nine tribes is not a bad thing.
In fact, if Yang Ming had used inducements from the beginning, he would not have wasted so much energy in vain. Although Huangyao Pavilion is one of the nine dragon clan sects, it is the poorest force. It does not have the support of Chenghua Palace and Wanjin Xing, nor does it have the support of Wanjin Xing.
He didn't have the Green Wood Sect's healing skills, he only had the strength to withstand beatings, and he had to feed so many people, so Cheng Fengnian was reluctant to pay for repairs when his magic weapon was damaged, so he naturally focused on Yang.
Ming's Tianlin Thunder Halberd.
Suddenly, Cheng Fengnian hugged Yang Ming's thigh and cried: "Boy Yang Ming, no, it's Yang Ming, the good man. You told me you were so rich. I definitely won't beat you. What I just said,
Is it real and effective? You can’t lie to me, right?”
Yang Ming said swornly: "How can I lie? I am the honorary elder of Chenghua Palace and a guest of the Blacksmith Association. I can still decide this matter."
Every title is synonymous with wealth in Cheng Fengnian's eyes. He really wants to slap himself twice now and regrets that he almost let Yang Ming, the financial backer, go away just to show off.
"Okay, I promise, Huangyao Pavilion will be Zilong Palace's loyal partner from now on."
Cheng Fengnian got up from the ground, shook the dust off his body, and returned to his original appearance. No one would have thought that it was him who just hugged Yang Ming's thigh and cried, without looking like the master of a pavilion at all.
Immediately afterwards, Yang Ming signed a joint agreement with Cheng Fengnian. After confirming it, Yang Ming asked the other party about the situation of Lan Jiao Sect to see if there was a less troublesome way to bring the other party over.
"Lanjiao Sect, I'm not very familiar with them, and I haven't heard that their sect leader Li Yuxi has any difficulties. I'm sorry." Cheng Fengnian said to Yang Ming.
Yang Ming also felt a little disappointed. It seemed that he had to break into the Lanjiao Gate again. He clasped his fists and thanked Cheng Fengnian: "Thank you very much, Pavilion Master Cheng. I will leave first. I will let the Blacksmith Association later.
I came here to ask you about your magic weapon requirements. Goodbye!"
"Goodbye, Yang Ming!" Cheng Fengnian said in return, cupping his fists.
Above the sky, Yang Ming flew quickly towards the water and wood board. The destination was the Blue Jiao Sect. Now half of the mission was completed. As long as the Blue Jiao Sect agreed to join forces, the matter would be a done deal. It was a pity that he could not know what the Blue Jiao Sect was about.
Difficulties cannot be taken by taking the shortcut of giving kindness.
Three days later, Yang Ming finally came to the Shuimu Block. The last time he came here was to help Shan Liwen find Jiao Gallbladder. It was also that time that Yang Ming's strength made a qualitative leap. This time he came again, he still had a major task to complete.
.
After driving non-stop for three days, Yang Ming's body could withstand it, but his spirit was a little weak. He needed to find a place to rest before visiting Lanjiaomen.
Yang Ming found a city to stay along the way. As soon as he arrived at the inn room, he heard someone discussing something in the room next to him. It was only because of his poor hearing and poor sound insulation in the room. He was not a gossip, so he was going to ignore it.
But when he heard one of the voices, he became excited involuntarily. It was a voice he had not seen for more than two years.
"Junior sister Xiaowei, why don't you agree to Senior Brother Chen Yong's pursuit? He is the most talented disciple of the Poison King Sect. He reached the perfection of the Blue Soul in his early twenties, and was only one step away from breaking through to the Purple Soul realm. From now on, he will
In the Poison King Sect, your status must be very important."
A female voice sounded in the silent room. The seemingly calm question was laced with a sour meaning, making everyone feel that she was jealous of the person she was talking to.
"Thank you for your concern, senior sister. Xiao Wei will not like senior brother Chen Yong. I already have someone in my heart." The girl named Xiao Wei said calmly.
"You're not still thinking about that ignorant boy from before. I advise you to give up. Let's not mention that you are the Saint of the Poison King Sect. Even if that boy appears in front of you right away, he won't dare to recognize you. He
You have only been practicing for a long time, and you probably haven’t even reached the green soul yet. But you are already in the green soul realm, and you were directly accepted as the only direct disciple by Lord Poison King. You have a bright future. You two are not from the same world.
.”
The female voice said loudly. It can be seen from her words why she is jealous of the other party and still considers the other party, because the other party is the saint of the Poison King Sect and has a transcendent status.
"But……"
Xiao Wei wanted to defend herself, but was interrupted by the girl: "It's nothing more. That boy said he was a young master from the Purple Dragon Palace. I guess he was lying to you. If he was really from the Purple Dragon Palace, why did the two of them
It’s been so many years since I’ve come to see you. Isn’t it difficult to find out your whereabouts with the strength of Purple Dragon Palace?”
Upon hearing this, Yang Ming was convinced that the person living in the next room was the person he had missed for a long time, Miao Xiaowei.