If you want to obtain a powerful method from Feng Hao, the possibility is zero.
But communication is a science, and it is impossible to find a powerful method. But if you take a step back and ask Feng Hao for help, there will probably be no problem.
Zhao Yang looked up at Feng Hao, took a deep breath and said, "Is there any quick success method suitable for the army?"
Feng Hao smiled.
He knew that when Zhao Yang came, he definitely wasn't asking him to go out and kill the big demon. For such a thing, he could just give him a position.
But he came here in person, obviously things are not that simple.
He has the skills, but they are basically powerful. Even if the monks from the Earth's Tribulation Stage come, they will not be able to practice them.
Feng Hao shook his head and said: "I can't help you anymore. You go back and report to the people above you. If you encounter difficult things, someone will naturally deal with them. And... there is never a quick way to achieve success in the world."
There is another point that Feng Hao did not mention. Powerful exercises and martial arts are the source of all evil. The exercises of the world must not be spread on the earth.
Even though Xia Shilan and others, who looked the same as his wife, had their bodies transformed into spiritual bodies suitable for cultivation, he never taught them any cultivation techniques.
Zhao Yang lowered his head, a little disappointed.
Feng Hao is not a savior. He just has a good impression of the Chinese nation. For this good impression, he can take action.
But if you ask him to imitate the saints and recruit disciples and spread their ideas, he can't do it.
"Go back!" Feng Hao stood up and turned his back to Zhao Yang.
Zhao Yang bowed and said: "Then...I take my leave."
"Wait~" Feng Hao suddenly said.
Zhao Yang's eyes lit up, his breathing became heavy, and he looked expectant.
"Bring some tea back, it will be good for you."
Feng Hao waved his hand, and naturally there were strong men from the Shenyan Clan who appeared and disappeared like ghosts.
Soon, this powerful man from the divine race in the eyes of the world respectfully held an exquisite small box like a servant.
"Go on, don't think the mission has failed, it's the same for everyone..." Feng Hao waved his hand.
For being so patient with ordinary people, Feng Hao really recognized Zhao Yang and regarded him as one of the few friends.
"Thanks!"
Zhao Yang took the brocade box solemnly, feeling that the weight was very substantial, and he was quite moved.
After bending down to salute again, Zhao Yang left simply and easily.
Like a soldier!
"Wind Emperor, he is just a mortal in the world. You can dismiss him with just one look. Why do you care so much about him?"
The strong man from the Shenyan Clan asked curiously.
Feng Hao glanced at this person and said indifferently: "Why do I need to explain to you what I do?"
The strong man from the Shenyan Clan trembled and fell to his knees in fear, with beads of sweat as big as beans dripping down his forehead.
"It won't happen again!" Feng Haohan said in a cold voice.
"Yes! I know my mistake!"
The strong man from the Shenyan Clan was relieved. Just for a moment, he seemed to have touched the breath of death.
It was so scary, like a knife to my neck.
In the Shenyan Clan, the feeling brought to him by the Holy Lord does not seem to be so terrifying!
…
As the sun set, a young man in a long robe greeted him on Qinling North Road in Xi'an City, Huaxia.
In special times, especially in places full of history, the security force is not as strong as usual.
The Mausoleum of the First Emperor of Qin is located here. After experiencing a catastrophe, the Qin Mausoleum is illuminated by glowing lights every night, a sign of auspiciousness.
It's like some great secret treasure has been discovered.
Therefore, the Chinese officials acted very quickly. Not only were the officials stationed there, but monks and strangers were also patrolling the sky.
In this posture, it is estimated that not even a fly can fly in.
"It's really boring. Isn't it just a tomb? Is there any need to go to such great lengths to fight?"
Huo Qilin was so angry that he was ready to use his fists and kicks to praise the mausoleum of Qin Shihuang to see what kind of treasure it was.
Who would have thought that he had put a lot of thought into it, coerced and lured him into a body that was more convenient for him, and what was waiting for him was a protective force like a dragnet.
Breaking in openly?
Huo Qilin definitely didn't have the courage to do so. He just came here secretly without telling Feng Hao. If Feng Hao found out about this, he would lose a lot of skin.
"What should we do? Do we just wait?"
Huo Qilin was suddenly in trouble.
I have to say that the appearance of Fire Qilin transforming into Yan Qi, especially the costume of a tomb robber, is really eye-catching.
The two monks on patrol discovered him and rushed over with flying swords on their feet and solemn expressions on their faces.
"Who is it? Leave quickly!"
One of the short-haired monks said coldly, staring at the fire unicorn under the black robe with a wary expression.
"Haha~"
Huo Qilin laughed sinisterly twice, and his voice was filled with a cold aura. Just when the two monks with flying swords were on guard, Huo Qilin lifted the hat covering his head with lightning speed.
, opened his mouth, cupped his hands and sneered: "Let's go, let's go..."
Huo Qilin took three steps and looked back, with a flattering smile on his face, and walked back briskly.
The two monks looked at Huo Qilin blankly, looked at each other, and smiled bitterly.
Huo Qilin's laughter just now was indeed quite creepy. I thought I had met a tomb robber who was coveting the tomb of the First Emperor, but he turned out to be an extremely wretched guy.
unlucky!
Patrolling the mausoleum, especially at night, is indeed considered unlucky. If they were not cultivators who practiced against the heavens, they might be worried about something crawling out of the mausoleum in the middle of the night.
But... now they really hope that something will crawl out of the tomb of the First Emperor.
Because the things that can come out of the ground now are either heavenly materials, or earthly treasures.
The two monks continued patrolling with their flying swords when they suddenly heard a familiar voice behind them.
Looking down...who could it be if it wasn't the guy in black robe with a wretched look on his face?
"Two immortals, may I ask which direction the entrance to this mausoleum is? Just now... I seem to have forgotten to ask you two, haha!"
An innocent smile appeared on Huo Qilin's face, just like a simple migrant worker who had just entered a big city, asking for directions politely and respectfully.
The two monks looked at Huo Qilin, looked at each other, and thought to themselves... Isn't this an idiot?
What was the purpose of their patrol? It was to prevent anyone from approaching Qin Shihuang's Mausoleum, but there was a wretched guy who asked them...where is the entrance to Qin's Mausoleum?
"Why are you asking this? Do you still want to rob tombs?"
The monk with the flying sword suddenly asked as if his brain was twitching.
Huo Qilin's eyes lit up and he said seriously: "I see the glow in that tomb. There must be a baby born. It's no coincidence. I'm very knowledgeable about tomb robbing... bah, I'm very knowledgeable about archeology."
"What does this have to do with us?" the monk said solemnly.
They were sure that this wretched guy came here with the idea of the mausoleum.
"Look...a baby is born!"
Huo Qilin suddenly pointed behind the two monks, his eyes flashed with hope, and his saliva seemed to flow out.
The two monks were shocked. Sure enough, a spiritual treasure was born.
However, when they suddenly turned around, they saw nothing. What kind of treasure had been born? Nonsense!
Oops!
Suddenly, the two of them seemed to have thought of something. In an instant, their whole bodies were shaken and they were sweating profusely.
When he turned around again, what he saw was a pair of eyes gushing with flames, staring at them coldly.
"ah……"
Before even giving a warning, the two monks were choked by the fire unicorn, and then... turned into ashes without taking away a single cloud.