Eight hundred and thirty seventh chapter stay alive
Time flies, six days pass by, in the vast Taihang Mountains, a group of seven or eight people, invisible, quickly shuttle through the deep mountains and old forests, and finally stop in front of a valley shrouded in clouds and mist.
"My Lord, this is Fire Cloud Valley. There is a small underground fire vein inside, which is under the jurisdiction of the Rogue Cultivator Alliance. As the deacon of the Refining Hall, I have the right to use it. No one will disturb it in a short period of time."
Hong Yang pointed to the misty valley where there was a faint flicker of fire.
"Um!"
Wu Ming nodded noncommittally, but looked at Chang Shu.
There are many avenues, and although they all lead to the same goal, in the end, one skill has its own specialization. Wu Ming was devoted to martial arts, so naturally he had far less say in this aspect than Chang Shu, the former great master of weapon refining.
"The old slave's cultivation is completely ruined, and his senses are far inferior to before. You must go inside to determine whether it is suitable for use!"
Chang Shu said in a deep voice.
"Don't worry, Lord!"
Hong Yang held up his hand to Wu Ming, straightened his clothes, put on the air of a master, and walked swaggering into the valley.
"Who dares to trespass into Fire Cloud Valley?"
Just as they were approaching the mouth of the valley, seven or eight people with strong auras flew out of the thorns. They were all innate warriors. Judging from their clothes, they were obviously disciples of the Loose Cultivator Alliance.
"I, the deacon of the Weapon Refining Hall, are coming to Fire Cloud Valley to refine weapons. Please get out of the way as soon as possible!"
Hong Yang proudly held up a dark gold token and said.
"I've seen Deacon Hong, please!"
The first warrior used a secret technique to test the token. He was sure it was him and immediately bowed and retreated.
"snort!"
Hong Yang waved his sleeves and entered the valley carelessly. Wu Ming and others followed closely, but they did not encounter any difficulties. After all, regardless of his status as a weapon refiner, Hong Yang was a peak master, far beyond the reach of the innate disciples.
Without any obstruction, everyone followed the mountain road, passed through the swirling fiery red clouds, and went straight into the depths of the valley. They came to a valley bottom where hot springs were gushing and heat waves were like waves. There were several houses covered by formations.
"Hey, isn't this Brother Hong, the weapon refiner Hong? Why didn't he come to the weapon refining hall and go to this mountain to refine the weapon?"
Just as he was about to pass the house and enter the cave at the back, the light inside the house flickered, and suddenly a tall, middle-aged man in brocade clothes with a ruddy and dark complexion came out.
Beside him were five or six young men and women, and an old man with a smile on his face.
"Zhu Yonghao!"
Hong Yang's face changed slightly, his eyes showed anger, and his hands unconsciously clenched into fists.
"What's wrong? Brother Hong didn't even want to say hello to me when he saw me?"
Zhu Yonghe's voice turned cold.
"Hong Yang has met Hall Master Zhu!"
Hong Yang hesitated for a moment and agreed to meet him, but his back was soaked with cold sweat. He was really afraid that Wu Ming would misunderstand that it was him who arranged it.
Fortunately, Wu Ming knew very clearly about his life. This Zhu Yonghao was a great master of weapon refining, and he and Hong Yang were both geniuses of the same generation in the past.
The difference is that Hong Yang showed extraordinary talent when he was young and was highly regarded by the alliance and had many supporters, while Zhu Yongqi became successful later. If it weren't for the extraordinary family behind him, he would have been almost stepped on by Hong Yang and never recovered.
Ri was also one of the people who suppressed Hong Yang the most.
As the saying goes, thirty years to the east of Hedong and thirty years to west of Hexi. These words are vividly reflected in the two of them, but it is not exactly thirty years that their situations have completely changed.
Today, Zhu Yonghao is not only one of the great masters of weapon refining in the casual cultivator alliance, he has also become the master of the weapon refining hall. He is second only to a few elders who have never been born before. His power can be imagined.
"You haven't answered the Hall Master's question yet?"
Zhu Yonghao looked down and said.
"Returning to the hall master, my subordinates have had some income recently and want to refine weapons in the valley!"
Hong Yang suppressed his anger and uneasiness.
"Sometimes you feel something?"
Zhu Yonghao raised his eyebrows and said coldly, "How many times has Deacon Hong prepared to refine a treasure?"
"Hong is not..."
"answer!"
"The ninth time!"
"hehe!"
Zhu Yonghe curled his lips disdainfully and said proudly, "Deacon Hong has worked hard these years without complaint, and he has worked hard even if he has no merit. Although his colleagues bully each other, for the sake of being a member of the Loose Cultivator Alliance, take out the treasure you are going to refine.
, I help you palm your eyes, which can be regarded as the friendship of the past!"
"you……"
Hong Yang's eyes were slightly red, and his chest heaved violently several times.
With his talent, even if there were some shortcomings, he actually had a chance to refine a successful treasure weapon. However, just because he had the best chance of succeeding, he was secretly manipulated by this person, so he failed.
It's just that Kunai has no evidence, and his background is profound. Back then, he relied on his talent and arrogance, which really offended many people. No one spoke for him at all, so he could only swallow this bad breath.
"What? Does it mean that Deacon Hong looks down on this hall master?"
Zhu Yonghe's eyes turned cold and said.
"Hall Master Zhu is busy with things, so it's hard for Hall Master Zhu to worry about this little thing about Hong!"
Hong Yang reluctantly refused.
"snort!"
Zhu Yonghe snorted displeasedly.
"Deacon Hong is getting more and more old and confused. Is he really so ignorant of good and evil? Master, out of kindness and kindness, helps each other out of kindness. Why are you so inhumane?"
"That's right, it is said that Deacon Hong was the number one weapon refining genius in the alliance back then. Maybe he still wants to show off his identity back then!"
"You can't say that. After all, I was once the number one, but now... tsk tsk!"
Several juniors couldn't help but sneered and stepped on Hong Yang to please their master.
"Brother Hong, when I see you, take out the treasures you have prepared and ask Hall Master Zhu to help you palm your eyes, so as not to be like before, losing treasures is a trivial matter and wasting the underground fire veins of Huoyun Valley only a few times a month.
The opportunity to refine weapons is great!"
The old master guarding this place persuaded him with a strange spirit.
"You... you..."
Hong Yang's complexion was already as dark as the bottom of a pot, turning purple and there were faint blood stains on the corners of his mouth.
"Master, I believe that Deacon Hong is willing, but for the sake of face, he doesn't want to be a lowly person in front of his disciples, and wait for the disciples to send them away!"
A tall young man bowed his hands, walked out of the house carelessly, and rushed towards Wu Ming and others.
Seeing this, the others were not willing to lag behind and rushed over. This was an opportunity to please their master!
Although Hong Yang's status in the alliance is not low, in the final analysis he is just a master. With their strength, they are not afraid of him. After all, they have their own master suppressing him.
Hong Yang had sweat on his forehead and blue veins bulging out. He didn't know whether he was angry or frightened. He looked at Wu Ming in embarrassment, but saw that this man had his head slightly lowered. He couldn't see his face clearly, let alone what he was thinking.
At this time, they and their group were all disguised as Hong Yang's disciples according to the portraits drawn by Dichaxing. Normally, they could not see anything, and there was a fog covering them, but if they did anything, they would definitely be exposed.
In particular, there is a powerful weapon-refining grand master who is eyeing him.
"Hey, kid, let's go and share our cultivation experiences. I'll leave this to the elder..."
The tall young man who was the first to come over casually grabbed Wu Ming's shoulder, with a sinister smile in his eyes, and when he waved his big hand, there was a strong wind, causing the mist to surge.
This time, it was no ordinary tug, it was an attempt to break Wu Ming's shoulder.
"careful!"
At this moment, Zhu Yonghe suddenly frowned and shouted loudly.
"Master, don't worry, disciple..."
The tall young man turned his head subconsciously, the smile on his face suddenly froze, and he fell to the ground weakly.
Puff, puff, four or five people collapsed like mud, and their faces were covered with a layer of fog and gray. If you don't observe carefully, it is difficult to find the difference from the fog in the valley.
"Bold, who are you, how dare you attack this disciple?"
Zhu Yonghao's face sank and he shouted angrily, "What a Hong Yang, how dare you collude with outsiders and plot to betray our alliance?"
"Keep alive!"
Hong Yang was stunned when he saw Wu Ming wave his hand indifferently.
Whoosh!
Xueya's shoulders swayed slightly, and he was instantly submerged in the clouds. Soon, screams could be heard from the mouth of the valley.
The purpose of keeping alive is naturally not that Wu Ming is soft-hearted, but that such high-level officials basically have warning treasures such as soul lanterns stored in the important areas of the sect.
This was a critical moment, and there was no room for any mistakes. He didn't want to attract the half-saints from the Loose Cultivator Alliance like last time. Although he was in Taihang Mountain this time, he had borrowed the power of the mountain elder many times, but he didn't help at all.
Once the affection is exhausted, there will be no possibility of taking advantage of it in the future!
"Now that you are leaving, our Hall Master can pretend that nothing has happened. Otherwise, you will not be able to escape the pursuit of this alliance, even to heaven and earth!"
Zhu Yonghui misunderstood, thinking that Wu Ming was afraid of the loose cultivator alliance and also worried about the lives of his own disciples, so he immediately said in a deep voice.
Whoosh!
Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, the three top masters of Kuthorn, White Blade, and Frost Grass all flew out and directly launched their killing moves.
"How dare a mere grandmaster act wildly in front of this hall master?"
A cold light flashed in Zhu Yonghao's eyes. He didn't care about the safety of his disciples. He shook his hand and waved a Qimen weapon. It was an exotic treasure that was as big as a door panel and looked like a round bowl. He shook his hand and patted it gently.
Bang!
A breathtaking roaring sound wave swept out, and the three of them groaned, staggering back with blood bleeding from the corners of their mouths, and their breaths were extremely disordered.
You must know that the three of them are all martial slaves in the underground fighting arena. They have gone through countless life-and-death fights. Even if they faced the great master, they may not have the strength to fight, but they were easily shocked and seriously injured. This shows the power of the treasure!
"Be careful, that's the Puzzling Sound Gong, a middle-grade treasure. It has extremely powerful sonic power that can disrupt the mind and even attack the soul!"
Hong Yang's face suddenly turned pale, but he found that Wu Ming's face had not changed at all, only his brows were slightly wrinkled.
In fact, even Chang Shu, whose cultivation was completely depleted, did not seem to be affected.
"As expected of the great master of weapon refining, he is very rich!"
Wu Ming smiled evilly, and a colorful gray light flashed on his left wrist, and the loach silently turned into a colorful gray mist, covering the entire valley bottom.
"What kind of poison is this? When was I poisoned?"
Zhu Yonghao was about to take action again when he suddenly stumbled. He scanned his whole body in horror and activated the unparalleled fire-attribute essence in his body. However, he found that not only did it not burn away the poison, but it actually aggravated the poison like a tonic.
"Come to think of it, the fire poison accumulated in the body of a great weapon refiner can be considered a great tonic for a loach!"
Wu Ming glanced at the panicked old master and ignored Zhu Yonghao who was fighting with the loach. His expression was extremely calm. (To be continued)