But he still had to bite the bullet and said with a smile: "Senior, please forgive me, the two of us have violated the rules of Biyunxuan by bringing senior here privately."
"If senior leaves this teleportation formation, it will definitely alarm the beings under the Hundred Thousand Mine, and then alarm our seniors."
"At that time, if our sect blames you for trivial matters, I'm afraid that our seniors won't have the chance to continue looking for the person we're looking for."
Hearing the fat monk's words, the young man blinked and the sharp look in his eyes disappeared.
Then he opened his mouth and said: "In your opinion, what should we do next? Or should you two give up the deal with me?"
The fat monk didn't even think about it, and shook his head decisively: "Of course not, I just hope that the seniors can give us some time. The teleportation array is only here, and since that kid is here, he is a turtle in the urn, and he will never escape."
The young man thought for a moment and said indifferently: "How long is one o'clock? I can't wait indefinitely."
The fat monk hurriedly stretched out three fingers and vowed: "In one year, at most one year, the two of us will give an explanation to our seniors."
After looking around, the young man nodded, "Okay, let's take one year as the deadline. Within one year, if there is no news about the person I am looking for, the deal between us will be cancelled!"
The fat monk breathed a sigh of relief and nodded vigorously, "Senior, don't worry, I and I will make arrangements for this matter. If you'd like me, senior, come back with me to rest for a while!"
"Junior Brother Hu, I will teach you how to host here!!"
With that said, he explained to the mustached monk again.
The fat monk quickly activated his hand skills, activated the teleportation array under him again, and teleported away with the young man.
I thought that when I suddenly announced that I would gather everyone, I would be able to find the person who was left here that day, and I would be able to capture him.
Unexpectedly, he returned without success.
However, in the Shiwan Mine, he was sure that the other party would not be able to escape. On the contrary, the young senior beside him had extraordinary strength and kept his opponent.
Fang Zai made a slight movement and disturbed the upper level of Biyunxuan. The two of them couldn't bear to eat and walked away.
The teleportation array flashed with light, and the mustached monk was the only one left in the field.
Taking a deep breath, the mustached monk with a cold face regained his scattered consciousness.
In these 100,000 mines, the influence of poisonous miasma is pervasive, and the monks' spiritual consciousness will also be eroded.
If you don't have enough strength, the more you push for success, the greater the impact will be.
During this brief period of spiritual scanning, his temples were already a little more tired.
Looking at the people below, the monk with a mustache raised his hand and flicked his sleeves, and his true energy urged him to open a huge scroll.
On the scroll, a thin figure of a young man wearing a green shirt is clearly visible.
It's not someone else, but what Su Twelve looks like.
"Everyone, listen to me. I am here to find someone."
"Anyone who can provide information about this person's whereabouts will be rewarded with a thirty-year-old special spiritual liquid."
"If I can find this person and bring him here, dead or alive, I can make the decision to restore his freedom and send him out of the Hundred Thousand Mine."
Without any unnecessary nonsense, the mustached monk directly spoke loudly to the people below.
And as the mustached monk's voice spread.
There was another uproar at the scene.
Although there had been speculations for a long time, it was finally confirmed by the monks from Biyunxuan. The monks who were trapped here couldn't help but get excited.
Looking up at the figures on the scroll in the air, each one racked his brains to recall them quickly.
However, on weekdays, most monks are disheartened and numb.
state.
There were not many monks who had met Su Twelve, but most of them didn't take him seriously at all.
Among the crowd, Huangya Cultivator and his group were stunned at this moment.
They all looked at each other, their expressions changing rapidly.
"Mang Guli, you fought against that man that day, and you should have the deepest impression of him. Is that man the one Biyunxuan is looking for?"
After a while, the yellow-toothed monk's eyes fell on the tallest little giant.
With a slight wave of his hand, the latter immediately knelt down.
Leaning close to the little giant's ear, the yellow-toothed monk hurriedly asked.
"It's unmistakable, it's definitely him!" The little giant suppressed his voice and nodded vigorously.
"Fellow Daoist Huang, should we tell him this news?"
Next to the yellow-toothed monk, a strong man spoke in a low voice and pointed his eyes at the figure of the mustached monk in the sky.
"Humph, why are you so anxious? Didn't you hear what he said? Providing information will only yield thirty years of spiritual fluid to suppress the poisonous miasma."
"Only by finding that kid can we get a quota to restore our freedom. One quota is worth hundreds of mid-grade spiritual crystals."
"If that boy's whereabouts are exposed now and we want to find him, we will have to compete with the tens of thousands of monks present."
The yellow-toothed monk snorted coldly, without even thinking about it, and immediately muttered in a low voice.
The strong man beside him continued to whisper: "There are just a few of us. If we want to find one person in such a big mine, it is no less than finding a needle in a haystack."
"Why panic? We don't have many people, but we still have the boss. Is it possible that you guys want to be alone?"
"Don't blame me for not reminding you. Even if you get the quota, Biyunxuan may not let you leave safely. But if you really work for the boss, you will definitely leave in the future.
It’s a chance.”
"Of course, if anyone dares to betray the boss, even if they leave this place, they will die."
The yellow-toothed monk looked straight and said angrily to several people.
As he said these words, the bodies of the several strong men beside him trembled slightly, and their eyes showed fear.
"Okay, go and ask the boss to come over. How to act next, we have to make a careful calculation."
The yellow-toothed monk continued to speak.
As soon as he finished speaking, one of the strong men quickly left and quietly shuttled among the crowd.
In mid-air, after the mustached monk finished speaking, he calmly looked at the people below.
Seeing that there was no movement or news from the crowd, I was secretly anxious, but it didn't show on my face.
He raised his hand to put away the scroll, and continued to say loudly: "Okay, no matter what your plans are, you can leave now to find someone."
"The time limit for this agreement is only one year. Whether you can seize the opportunity and regain your freedom depends on your own efforts."
As soon as the mustached monk finished speaking, the crowd immediately dispersed.
The people who were originally numb now had unprecedented determination in their eyes.
They either act alone or in groups of three or five, quickly spreading out.
…
Deep in the mine.
The old man lay helpless on the ground, his body exuding a rotten smell, his consciousness was weak, and he was already on his deathbed.
Having no time to pay attention to the old man's current state, Su Twelve suppressed the anxiety in his heart, tried to regain his composure, and continued to practice martial arts over and over again.
I have practiced the Xiantian Gangqi method countless times, and I have already become familiar with it.
As time passed, Su Twelve's anxiety calmed down, and he unconsciously entered a state of selflessness.