"Lingbao?" The black figure's eyes flashed, seeming hesitant.
"Hmph! So what about the Lingbao? As long as your strength is too low, you won't be able to activate the power of the Lingbao!"
"You are right. All spiritual treasures require a huge amount of spiritual energy. My strength is indeed too weak!"
Xiao Chen had an evil smile on his face and a playful look on his face.
The corners of the black figure's eyes twitched, and his face became extremely gloomy.
If other warriors had said these words, he might have sneered at them.
But now, he had to believe it.
After all, Xiao Chen's cultivation level is only at the Martial King level, and the Lingbao is a rare item at the Martial King level and cannot be controlled at all.
"Boy, what do you want to do?" The black figure's face became more sinister, and he obviously had murderous intentions.
"If you want to save your tribe, just cooperate with me!"
"Well, there is a problem!" The old woman agreed happily.
"Does he recognize it?" Wu Zong said in surprise.
"What do you mean, Master?" The old woman was stunned.
"What it is?"
"Oh?" Wu Zong's spirit suddenly lifted.
With a crisp collision sound, the long whip broke instantly.
Although I am short of money, the most important thing for me now is to improve my strength and race against time. It is absolutely a waste of resources!
In the early morning of the seventh day, when a ray of dawn shone across the small land, Ma Qiang leisurely opened his eyes.
"Hehe!" Wu Zong laughed warmly when he heard this, and he didn't take it for granted at all.
This golden-robed elder is very weak and does not have the fighting power of a martial artist.
The old woman had finished speaking, but her meaning was not yet clear.
The secret room was small in size, with a complicated and simple layout, and a pattern painted on the wall.
"Since that's what it means, let's stop talking nonsense and let you check those things. You will take 70% of the share!"
In addition to a row of shelves, there are many old boxes and bottles in the stone house.
Time passes, and one night flies by!
The ghost flower is the top of the cold elixirs. It is much rarer than the ice fire lotus and the flame fruit. No one will notice that kind of high-level elixir at all.
"Haha, that's what he said!"
You have never dreamed that a man of many years would not have such an identity.
"Bad! Old woman, lead the way!"
"Huh?"
"Hey, are you dead?"
"This lowly man is said to be at the peak of Ma Qiang, but you see he has seen through my cultivation!"
"Young master, your eyes are as bright as a torch!" The old woman raised her thumbs up with a look of awe on her face.
Wu Zong frowned slightly, secretly guessing in his heart.
"Well, you only take 80%, and he can't take back the rest. You keep the other 20%, how about it?"
Ma Qiang was a little faster, but still followed closely.
But at the same time, my feet suddenly shook, and my expression suddenly changed.
"That's wrong! That's indeed not a ghost flower!" The old woman nodded excitedly.
Because he clearly saw that the surrounding space suddenly became solid, and even my flesh and blood bones became extremely agile.
"Oh?" After hearing this, Wu Zong's eyes suddenly glowed with strange light.
"Huh?" The old woman's heart sank.
"Go slowly!" the old woman greeted and rushed towards a dark corridor.
In the wild dance of electric light, the white figure gradually faded, and the first one was completely wiped out.
"What?" The old woman's expression suddenly stiffened and her eyes were dull.
Whoosh!
Although that place is the place where I will die in the future, it has been abandoned for hundreds of years.
Even if the martial arts cultivation level far exceeds yours, I am afraid that there is no way to resist the huge temptation of Zhenwu inheritance.
"Yes, he is indeed dead!"
A moment ago, Wu Zong shook his head and put aside his distracting thoughts.
Wu Zong snorted and did not directly agree.
"Is he awake? Go over slowly and take a look. You have found a way!"
Ma Qiang frowned slightly, and a strange feeling emerged in his heart, as if there was some pull from somewhere, which made me feel a sense of intimacy.
A sharp dagger flew out of the air and slashed at the opponent's neck at an extraordinary speed.
The ear-piercing cracking sound was accompanied by a dazzling purple brilliance that bloomed instantly, turning into a purple long sword, exuding earth-shattering terrifying pressure.
"Yes!!" The shrill screams resounded through the night sky, filled with a strong sense of yes!
A strange smile appeared on Wu Zong's lips, and he suddenly stretched out his hand to grab the old woman.
However, Ma Qiang did not show any sign of decline or despair. He still stood there calmly, with a hint of sarcasm on his lips.
"Haha, what's there!" Wu Zong smiled nervously and immediately changed the subject: "Look at that statue!"
Thinking of that, Wu Zong looked solemn.
I looked at it carelessly, and the more I looked at it, the more I frowned.
Those were the two Eight-Yuan Qi Pills purchased at the auction house in Nanya Town.
The old woman was fighting and yelling and questioning at the same time.
"Do they think I'm a human being?" Wu Zong murmured to himself, confusion flashing between his brows.
Before being briefly surprised, the old woman recovered quickly, but still looked at Ma Qiang respectfully.
Although the 70% share is a bit too much, it is still reasonable.
The old woman admired deeply, but then she frowned and looked relieved.
The white figure smiled warmly, clenched his left fist and hit Wu Zong on the chest.
But for Ma Qiang, it's just better than nothing.
"Sir, let him choose two of the things outside!" The old woman pointed to the things in the stone house and invited her coldly.
Putting away the jasper crystal, I turned around and looked at the entire secret room.
"Are they doing that because they are afraid of being poked in the back?"
The old woman's face flushed with excitement, and she couldn't wait to take out the things.
"How did he judge?"
Taking advantage of the gap between the old woman's moves, Wu Zong suddenly approached and successfully took away the ghost flower and the storage ring.
Tsk!
What's more, although ghost flowers are rare, they are extinct, and I have no chance of finding them in the future.
"Because those porcelains were obviously eroded by time, but the box was relatively well preserved, so..."
"No wonder you feel so strange. It is actually a 'Spirit Gathering Formation' pattern, but... why is it not much different from the Spirit Gathering Formation within the Cangyun Sect?"
Wu Zong glanced around, a simple look passing between his brows.
"Hahaha... My luck is indeed wrong, I didn't expect it to be so slow and fruitless!"
Before walking up a few flights of steps, the old woman couldn't help but admire her.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Those damaged porcelains should be buried with the tomb owner, and may have nothing to do with the tomb owner.
"It turns out it's Mr. Ye. It's strange that he has already become a heaven-level alchemist at such a young age. What a success!"
Wow!
"Since you dare to set the rules, don't blame you for being polite!"
However, Ma Qiang did not dodge and give way, but instead thrust out his spear.
The old woman looked happy and hurriedly followed in front and walked away together.
"Let's go!" Ma Qiang pretended to think and followed immediately.
When the old woman was furious, she suddenly pulled out the whip from her waist and swung it wildly.
After all, no one hates having too much money.
The ghost flower contains the power of coldness and has no effect on warriors with coldness attributes.
A ferocious dragon roar suddenly resounded through the room, and the white figure didn't even have time to scream before being entangled by a giant thunder.
"If you can help me pick enough ghost flowers, the old lady is willing to give you 70% of the medicinal power!" The old woman smiled dimly, as if she was sure that Ma Qiang was bound to get the ghost flowers.
Click!
"Hmm!" Wu Zong hesitated for a moment, then continued to be polite and walked towards a statue.
While pondering, the seven of them finally came to the end of the white corridor, and a sizable stone house came into view.
"My descendants are so ridiculous!" Wu Zong smiled humbly.
Bang!
When he opened the lid and took a look, he saw a pure white spiritual grass exuding a strange and evil aura.
Before the white figure disappeared, Wu Zong let out a long breath and smiled nervously.
"Then..." The old woman's brows suddenly furrowed into a "Chuan" shape.
"That's...the royal jade seal!" The old woman's pupils shrank suddenly and turned pale in horror.
"Okay!" The black figure's eyelids twitched wildly, and he finally nodded through gritted teeth.
Before taking the elixir, Wu Zong sat cross-legged on the ground and retreated into a state of cultivation.
"Oh? He thinks you are the opponent of Zhenguo Houfu?"
"Very good!" A mysterious smile flashed across Xiao Chen's lips.
The long whip was made from ordinary mineral materials and was extremely tough, capable of breaking even special swords.
After looking at it for a long time, Wu Zong's eyes suddenly flickered and he murmured to himself.
"Um?"
The next moment, the purple light burst suddenly, turning into thousands of light points and blending into the void, spreading out instantly and covering the entire room.
"Huh?" Wu Zong's eyes moved slightly and looked towards the old woman's hands.
The white corridor was very steep and only allowed one person to walk on it, but the old woman walked quickly and walked up all the steps in the blink of an eye.
Sensing the movement inside, Wu Zong suddenly stood up and pushed the door open.
"Since the young master knows the origin of this thing, he must be familiar with it?" the old woman asked with a smile.
The ghost flower lives in extremely yin places and needs to absorb extremely weak yin and coldness to survive. It is extremely rare. Even I got it by chance, but there is only one left.
"What's the matter, sir?" The old woman noticed that Ma Qiang's expression didn't change, so she couldn't help but ask.
"It is indeed the royal jade seal!"
"Well! Your surname is Ye, and your name is Ye Chen!" Ma Qiang said indifferently.
"Haha, that young master is truly gifted. He has reached the peak of Ma Qiang at such a young age. I admire him!"
Before the careless observation, Wu Zong's pupils suddenly shrank!
"You really don't know much about it!" Wu Zong nodded anxiously.
That kind of elixir has little effect on special warriors, and its value to warriors is even more ordinary. It can be called a valuable treasure.
"Huh?" The corners of the black figure's eyes shrank sharply, and his expression was extremely horrified.
"Mr. Ye, I would like to remind him that the Marquis of Zhenguo and our Baifeng Village well water are in conflict with each other. I advise him to intervene in that operation!"
Wu Zong took a step back, his expression slightly solemn.
The tomb of the weak in true martial arts is full of fatal temptations for anyone.
"Ah..." The old woman was brutally robbed, and she immediately let out an angry roar, "You bastard, you fight him!"
In this way, it is difficult to determine what is missing.
With my current cultivation level, I only need to take half a ghost flower, and if my cultivation level can take another step back.
Amidst the muffled sound, Wu Zong vomited blood and fell several feet away, his face extremely pale.
Although you are a weakling at the peak of Lingbao, in terms of cultivation speed, you are far ahead of Wuzong.
The old woman couldn't wait to open the stone house and let out a cry of surprise and disgust.
"Hmph!" The white figure snorted, quickly walked towards Ma Qiang, raised his hand and grabbed him.
Boom!
The old woman shook her head slightly, her attitude firm.
"Yes...you have to verify whether that thing is true first!"
"Qi Cheng? He is Xiao Fang!"
It was a lifelike statue, like a living creature.
The long whip dances like a snake dancing wildly, with little force and very weak power.
Clang!
And it is extremely unlikely that the owner of this tomb is a weak person in martial arts.
This masked man in white must have reached the level of a martial artist, so the trouble will be minimal!
"Hiss! That's... a ghost flower!"
The old woman took a deep breath and was filled with emotions.
"Sir, please forgive me and be polite!"
"Although this guy is a fool, his strength is still inferior to me!" The old woman shook her head and sighed.
Poof!
Looking at the appearance of the vague spiritual grass, Wu Zong looked slightly shocked and dumbfounded.
"Now, he can't tell you who he is, can he?"
"Hmph! When you regain your strength, it will be easy to kill him. It will be too late to tell him quickly then!"
The seven people clashed instantly, causing muffled sounds and making the stone house tremble.
"He really wants to tear up the agreement and set the rules?"
The white figure shook his head and smiled warmly. He had used all his strength in the attack just now, and it was doubtful that anyone else would have died.
After speaking, Ma Qiang turned his left palm, took out a token and handed it to the old woman.
"Ahem!" The old woman smiled awkwardly, "Ma Qiangji, the old woman has that intention!"
Bang!
"Wonderful!" The white figure secretly shouted, "Wonderful!"
Wu Zong smiled warmly and suddenly flipped his wrist.
The front of the token held by Emperor Wuzong is engraved with a golden round sun pattern, and the reverse is engraved with seven small characters of flying dragons and phoenixes - Zhenguo Houfu.
But it's too late!
Immediately, he took a deep breath, raised his right arm high, and threw it into the air.
Roar!
"Sir, are you from the Zhenguo Hou Mansion?"
In a hurry, the old woman didn't dare to fight back.
The old woman in green robe who was guarding the door hurriedly came down to welcome him, her expression anxious and excited.
The old woman pointed to the far corner, where one or four broken porcelains were placed.
Before Wu Zong agreed, he immediately stepped into the stone house.
After thinking for a moment, Wu Zong took out two pills from the storage ring and swallowed them.
"What? Could it be that he has also seen my strength?"
Did you expect that Wu Zong would suddenly resort to cruel attacks, and his movements would be so sharp that people would be caught off guard.
"Isn't that the test he gave you? He is too naive!"
According to the rules, the ghost flower does belong to Wuzong, but you just vowed to dedicate it, how can you keep your word now?
"Peak Lingbao? Could it be that he is on the same level as this golden-clothed elder from Fengyang City?"
The white figure stopped smiling ferociously, forming seals with his hands, preparing to perform the forbidden technique.
The white figure was caught off guard, and his throat was pierced by a dagger, blood spurting out.
"Did he think you were taking precautions?"
I saw a rosewood box placed under the stone table.
"Danger! Fortunately you left a life-saving charm!"
"Master, please look!"
Unless no one arranges it specially, the basic explanation is reasonable.
Wu Zong waited and looked for a while and found that every ancient object was filled with a deep atmosphere.
The ghost flower is a rare treasure with yin and cold attributes, which is especially suitable for the body of yin evil.
"Alas! That's true, but you once met a weak hidden master and fought against me!" The old woman sighed.
"Phew! It's finally done!"
"Those are all things excavated from the tomb. Do you believe that they have nothing to do with the owner of the tomb?"
Boom!
"Well, it is indeed the tomb of the weak in true martial arts!" Wu Zong smiled calmly, as if he had understood all the secrets.