The image of a husky tilting its head, grinning like a dog, and laughing so happily flashed in his mind, and Monk Sanjie's face twitched.
Glancing at Tang Qianhe with a strange expression, Monk Sanjie said dryly: "Minister, are you sure you want to send Wang Dazhuang, that unreliable dead dog, to the weapon refiner exchange conference to perform the task?"
"Whether it's its true form or a little kid in human form, it's extremely difficult to get in, right?"
"Also, aren't you afraid that it will mess up the mission?"
Tang Qianhe raised his eyebrows: "Are you doubting Wang Dazhuang's ability?"
"Uh..." Monk Sanjie suddenly fell silent. He finally remembered that the dead dog was a genuine master of weapon refining.
His bronze stick was still the wishful weapon that he forged with the help of the dead dog.
"Have nothing to say?" A narrow smile flashed in Tang Qianhe's eyes, "As Wang Dazhuang, the master of weapon refinement, will definitely receive an invitation to attend this exchange meeting of weapon refiners."
"This will save us a lot of trouble."
According to Tang Qianhe's original plan, he wanted to ask Liu Chengyong to help bring someone there.
However, Tang Qianhe's heart was pounding when he thought of entrusting that old guy to do something. He was afraid that the old guy would raise the price and make a big noise.
Tang Qianhe no longer had any hope for the old guy's ideological consciousness.
Seeing Tang Qianhe's face confident and confident that he would eat Wang Dazhuang's dead dog, Monk Sanjie couldn't help but want to pour cold water on him: "Based on my understanding of that dead dog, it is definitely a
A personality that can’t afford to be too early without benefit.”
"Minister, are you sure you can make it willingly attend this exchange meeting for weapon refiners and help us bring the Sky Star Stone back?"
After listening to what Monk Sanjie said, Tang Qianhe finally recalled it.
When the dead dog first came to Shuntian City, he used to teach it sword-wielding skills as bait and encouraged it to explore the ancient cave with Monk Sanjie and the others.
Otherwise, with the urine of that dead dog, he would never agree so readily.
Thinking of this, Tang Qianhe rubbed his temples vigorously and said with a bitter smile: "You are right, you can't take out the treasure that makes that dead dog's heart beat. I'm afraid it will try its best to push it away."
"It seems that if you want it to take action willingly, it won't work without bleeding heavily."
After a pause, a smile suddenly flashed across Tang Qianhe's face: "Fortunately, two days ago, when Wang Dazhuang asked me to get three tickets for the national competition, I didn't ask for his spirit stone, and he owed me an hour.
A small favor.”
"If you think about it, for the sake of this favor and the inducement, there is no reason for him to shirk it anymore."
Monk Sanjie was slightly surprised and said: "Minister, you are so confident in Wang Dazhuang's dead dog, so he must be responsible for this task?"
He felt that Old Tang had always been very optimistic about Wang Dazhuang's dead dog.
Tang Qianhe did not directly answer Monk Sanjie's question. Instead, after taking a deep breath, he frowned and asked: "Sanjie, let me ask you, when you and Wang Dazhuang went to the island country a while ago, did you test its cultivation?
?”
"Why did you suddenly ask about this?" After frowning and thinking for a moment, Monk Sanjie said bluntly, "In addition to its weak mental strength at that time, its brute strength was no weaker than mine."
"As long as it makes up for its weakness in mental power, I think it will soon reach the second level."
Listening quietly, Tang Qianhe pondered for a long time, his eyes flashed, and he murmured: "In other words, that dead dog may have had some adventures in the past two months, causing its mental power to deteriorate."
It’s improved by leaps and bounds.”
Thinking of this, Tang Qianhe shook his head with emotion: "Sanjie, you have underestimated Wang Dazhuang's progress."
"I tested it at Fengchao Stadium the day before yesterday, but my mental shock had no effect on it at all."
"I don't know if its mental power has undergone a mutation, or if it has had some kind of adventure, which has caused its mental power to skyrocket."
"The weakness of mental power, which originally restricted its growth, has now become its strength."
"I think it won't be long before we in China will have one more first-grade dog master!"
"Grandmaster Yipingou? Wang Dazhuang?!" Monk Sanjie's eyes almost popped out of his head.
Is there any mistake, that dead dog Wang Dazhuang is about to enter the first-level Grandmaster realm?
Are you sure you're not kidding me?
Tang Qianhe shrugged and said calmly: "I know what you are thinking. To be honest, I didn't believe it at first."
"But this is really a fact. I saw it with my own eyes."
"Wang Dazhuang is really just one step away from the first-grade Grandmaster realm."
Monk Sanjie's vision went dark. He still remembered that it was probably half a year ago when he saw the dead dog for the first time.
At that time, that dead dog had only a fifth-grade cultivation level, and because of a quarrel, he blackmailed him out of fifty spiritual stones.
And he was already at the peak of the second level at that time.
But in the blink of an eye, that dead dog was already at the second level, or in other words, it was now half a step up to the first level.
And he had just stepped into the first-grade Grandmaster realm.
Monk Sanjie was overjoyed at this moment: "Fortunately, I broke through to the first-level master realm one step ahead. Otherwise, if Wang Dazhuang, that dead dog, caught up with me, where would I have left my face?"
While monk Sanjie was pondering, Tang Qianhe suddenly said with a melancholy look on his face: "Sanjie, do you know how old Wang Dazhuang's dead dog is now?"
"How old is it?" Monk Sanjie frowned slightly, and a bad premonition flashed through his mind. It suddenly occurred to him that when the dead dog turned into a human form, it was clearly a seven or eight-year-old kid.
In other words, the dead dog was probably just an underage puppy?
"Gudong" swallowed his saliva, and Monk Sanjie quickly cast his searching eyes on Tang Qianhe. He couldn't wait to know the truth.
Tang Qianhe was not going to hide it. He breathed a sigh of relief and said: "I have seen Wang Dazhuang's file. From birth to now, he is less than one year old."
"Converted to human age, it is estimated to be about ten years old."
"That is to say, as soon as it breaks through, the title of the youngest first-grade grandmaster in the world will fall on its head."
As soon as these words came out, Monk Sanjie's vision went dark. He really couldn't believe this reality.
At this time, he really felt that something was wrong, and he almost spit out a mouthful of blood.
Tang Qianhe's heart also felt sour and tense.
The two of them looked at each other silently, and both had a strong feeling that they had really lived like dogs these past few years.