The monk was sitting on a high seat, hiding half of his body.
I can't see clearly the change in his expression.
Only these three words were murmured.
It feels strangely familiar.
It seems that he has been receiving news of failed missions recently.
Now the Venerable who is half-kneeling on the ground has failed to complete the tasks assigned by the organization twice in a row.
The high-ranking monk slowly lowered his head and looked at the monks in the hall, and said solemnly: "You have failed two missions in a row, do you still dare to return?"
"Hall master, this subordinate is really no match for that person."
The high-ranking monk was furious.
"If you can fail to assassinate a kid at the peak of Nascent Soul, what else does the organization do to support you?"
The hall master didn't take action directly. Since Huang Hu could come back so calmly, he would definitely give him an explanation. If he was still dissatisfied after hearing this person's explanation, he would just send Huang Hu back to him when the time comes.
"My general succeeded, but unexpectedly, that boy was helped by a magical weapon!"
"Weapon spirit treasure?"
"Report to the Hall Master."
"It's exactly the artifact that the organization once said was missing in the City of All Things."
"Honoring Soul Flag!"
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wilderness.
The young man held the soul flag tightly.
The blue-black flags looked like an abyss.
It's like the dark blue sky high up in the sky.
At this time, it shielded him from the scorching sun and the cold light.
The young man swallowed and spit.
He was exhausted, and he didn't even have the strength to escape. He had very little mana left to rely on, and the crisis he faced didn't allow him to breathe at all.
"Hand it over!"
"The sound of shouting and questioning came from the mouth of the leader."
That was a strong man in the advanced stages of Qi training.
A large number of people were entangled and surrounded him.
"Hand over the treasure and I'll give you a good time."
The young man wanted to give up, but when he saw the soul flag in his hand, the blue-black color made him unable to weaken.
He knew clearly in his heart that no matter whether he handed over the treasure or not, these people would not let him go. If there was a chance, they would definitely swarm him and chop him into pieces.
Seemingly sensing the young man's intention, the leader sneered: "Do you think you are that venerable person who looks like a cloud in the sky?"
"Even if I give you the real soul-honoring flag."
"You have to hand over your things today too!"
The young man roared angrily: "That was originally passed down from my ancestors."
"Who believes it?"
The leading monk asked the monk behind him.
Then thunderous laughter erupted.
"I believe."
A dull voice fell.
The leading Qi Refiner was furious and opened his eyes wide to search for the source of the sound until he saw a monk in a red robe walking past him.
That man looked very handsome, but his head was larger than that of an ordinary person, which made him look not so coordinated, which ruined the beauty.
"You have a big brain and a short life..."
"Noisy."
The big-headed monk in red robe waved his hand gently.
The round briquette squatting next to him was immediately overjoyed.
Suddenly.
From a small briquette, he turned into a ferocious beast, opening his bloody mouth and sweeping away everyone in front of him.
Bang, bang, bang.
The creepy chewing sound woke the boy up.
The young man's eyes widened.
He took half a step back and stumbled to the ground.
And the soul flag in his hand also fell out of his hand.
Before the soul flag fell to the ground, it was caught by a big hand.
The splendid red-robed monk looked at it carefully and commented: "It is crudely made and only has its shape. It doesn't even have basic magical powers."
"Even if you buy such a magical weapon, it won't be as powerful as a sword."
"Why do you want to buy such a magic weapon?"
The young man looked at the person in front of him in disbelief, as if he was surprised that the other person had not heard of the name of the Zunhun Banner.
He looked at the black charcoal that had been turned back into briquettes, cold sweat dripped down his face, and said stumblingly: "How could it be possible? I have defeated many powerful enemies after getting this magic weapon."
The young man didn't understand very much.
He has obviously defeated many powerful enemies, but why does this person say that he shouldn't use this magical weapon?
If he can win with such a crappy magic weapon, then how does he win?
"It seems that this magic weapon has given you indescribable confidence!"
"Why does this magic weapon give you confidence?"
"Why?"
The young man looked like a savage.
Surprised: "You really don't know?"
"I don't know, please ask my little brother to clarify."
The young man relaxed suddenly and said with high spirits: "Okay, then let me tell the story of that day to the seniors."
…
"Let's talk about it again."
"Sister, please tell me the story of that day again." Yu Lingshu held the female cultivator's shoulder and entangled the female cultivator to tell her the story of that day.
Yu Linglong glanced at her sister dotingly and said helplessly: "I have told you several times, and my family members have told you even more. Why do you still want to listen?"
Speaking of this, Yu Lingshu immediately said shyly: "I don't want to know more about that indomitable hero. Maybe this person will become my brother-in-law."
Yu Linglong couldn't help but smile when she saw her sister's probing and evasive expression.
How could she not know what her sister was thinking.
But she still started talking.
"His name is Meng Zhi. He came to the ancient city like a mysterious young hero and wanted to challenge the leader of the Sea Whale Gang. However, he gained the favor of his father and became the leader of the Yujin Gang in Xianlou. At that time, he was unknown and powerless.
...After three years of precipitation, at the end of June, around the 24th, the Divine Tribulation was initiated in Tuoyue Canyon."
"It will definitely be difficult to survive the God Transformation Tribulation."
Yu Lingshu took over the conversation.
"really."
"Especially when Meng Zhi killed the leader of the gang in order to establish his prestige. In these years, his father helped him suppress the matter."
"After Chen Jinding learned that Meng Zhi was going to survive the catastrophe, he immediately invited his seventh uncle."
"Uncle Seven?!"
Yu Lingshu exclaimed.
Most people in the Yu family know the reputation of Uncle Qi. He is an unparalleled genius and a talented person on the list.
She once fantasized about marrying Uncle Qi.
However, monks like Uncle Qi are very rare. Unexpectedly, Uncle Qi was like this. In the end, he had no choice but to leave in anger.
"At the end of his tribulation, there is no doubt that a divine assassin will take action."
"Blocked by an old dragon."
"I know, the powerful monk in the Soul Banner!"
"Yes, Meng Zhi didn't want to expose the Soul Flag at that time, but due to such changes, he had no choice but to take action."
"So he sat cross-legged on the top of the mountain, opened the soul flags, and set up a large formation."
"Immediately point your sword at the heroes."
"He asked: Ask all the heroes in the world if they know this formation!"
"Chen Jinding, the leader of the third hall, certainly refused to accept it and stepped into the formation as a law enforcement officer."
"Who would have thought..."
Yu Lingshu hurriedly said: "Three steps of refining!"
At this point, there was only longing in her eyes.
"Uncle Qi then took action."
"That battle was so dark that the sun and the moon lost all light."
"There are millions of Yin soldiers in the formation, the Ghost King from all directions and the weapon spirit..."
"..."
The young man looked at the blue-black soul flag and said, "This is the reason!"
The monk in the splendid red robe nodded slightly and asked a strange question: "If you are given a spiritual treasure, are you confident that you can surpass that person? What is his name... Meng Zhi, yes, Meng Zhi."
The young man immediately smiled bitterly and said, "Senior, please stop teasing me."
"I am just an imitator, there is no way I can become Meng Zhi."
"My spiritual roots are not good."
"There is no Tao body either."
"I'm getting older too."
"Speaking of which, I have nothing, how can I be recognized by the spiritual treasure? It is an innate sacredness and an opportunity to change my destiny."
The boy was like a deflated rubber ball and sighed deeply.
Anyone who can obtain a heaven-defying opportunity must have great luck. It is simply impossible for a small person like him.
The monk in brocade robes patted his shoulder and said calmly: "Don't belittle yourself, he is not a person who looks down on others."
"By the way, if one day I can make a soul-honoring banner, I will give you one as a gift."
The young man cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, senior."
He thought that this senior also wanted to imitate the soul flag to create a soul flag magical weapon. With the opponent's cultivation level...
Only then did the young man remember.
He didn't see the other person's cultivation at all. The tall red-robed monk standing in front of him looked like an ordinary mortal, without any fluctuations in his aura.
Even a high-level foundation-building practitioner cannot contain his aura perfectly.
This had to make him doubt the cultivation level of the person in front of him.
"Is it the golden elixir?"
"Even higher?"
After speaking, the monk in the splendid red robe grabbed the coal ball, stepped out, and his figure turned into ripples and disappeared.
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Ancient Immortal Tower.
Jade Mansion.
I don’t know if it was spread by someone who was interested, or if there were too many monks observing the Tribulation, so the news was like a bird with wings, flying all over the ancient city.
Nowadays, men, women, and children all over the ancient city have more or less heard of the legend of the Artifact Treasure and the story of the young man who soared into the sky after obtaining the Artifact Treasure.
Therefore, Yufu, which was already busy with traffic, was even more congested at this time.
Invitations piled up like mountains, greeting cards fell like snow.
Big and small families.
Gaomen sect.
Young talents.
And those who want to see the beauty of the young hero.
The monk in splendid red robe squatted on the threshold, frowning.
His invitation has been sent in for half a month, but there is no news at all.
He had already mentioned in his letter that he was meeting old friends.
In his impression, that person would not pretend to miss an old friend. Thinking of this, he slapped himself on the forehead and said in annoyance: "There must be too many people, I can't even see the invitation."
How can I know if I can’t even see the greeting card?
He turned around and looked at the high gate of the Yu family.
If he dares to force his way into the blessed land, the saints of the Yu family will definitely take action.
He is not afraid of saints. If the Dao Lord of the Ancient Immortal Tower is angered, he will be unable to eat and walk away.
"How could I forget this?"
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to grab the coal from his sleeves and said with a grin: "It's time for you to show off. Please ask my old friend to come out."
The trembling Coal Head stopped trembling at this moment.
Showing a fang: "Youngster dare not disobey the orders of adults."
It was still very scared.
It wasn't until it heard that even the seventh child of the Yu family was so angry that it felt relieved about Tu Shanjun's cultivation.