Zhang Yuanqing was shocked when he heard this: "What happened?"
An Qiqi spoke very fast, showing anxiety: "The boss entered the dungeon yesterday, it is an S-level dungeon."
S-level copy?!
Zhang Yuanqing's expression changed slightly. The Dominator-level S-level dungeon was the ceiling of spiritual realm dungeons. His uncle had warned him not to equate the difficulty of the Dominant-level S-level dungeon with the extraordinary or saint's S-level dungeon.
Even with the current foundation of "Yuanshi Tianzun", entering the S-level dungeon is a narrow escape.
Although Zhai Cai has inherited from the Holy See, his background cannot be deeper than him. For single-pass knights, the S-level dungeon has a mortality rate of 98%, which is equivalent to giving it away.
No wonder Qi Qi is so anxious.
"The boss has always controlled his own hidden points. Since he was promoted to Dominator, whenever he encountered a B-level non-death dungeon, he would give up the task and would rather deduct experience points. In so many years, he has never entered an A-level dungeon. It's very strange.
It is impossible to enter the S-level dungeon." An Qiqi said with excitement:
"Mr. Yuanshi, the boss said that your backer is a demigod from the Void profession. I, I want to ask you to save him, please!"
Zhang Yuanqing said in a solemn tone:
"I understand. Don't worry. The copy he entered yesterday should be fine now. I will contact the president right now. Just wait for my news."
He comforted An Qiqi for a few words, asked for the dungeon number of the single knight, and then hung up the phone.
Fu Qingyang, who was listening to the call, frowned slightly: "That knight from the Holy See was matched with an S-level copy?"
Zhang Yuanqing said "hmm" and said anxiously: "Boss, I'm going back."
It is said that the knight has the key and treasure map of the Holy See's treasure, which must not be lost. At the same time, after experiencing Xia Zuo's heroic death in the killing dungeon, he has great respect for the profession of knight.
The lawful camp harbors filth and evil, and the knights are like a breath of fresh air.
After leaving Fujiawan, Zhang Yuanqing stepped on the five-clawed golden dragon, quickly returned to his grandmother's house, and knocked on his uncle's door.
In the eyes of my aunt and grandparents, my uncle was away from home all day, and he was still a slut even at his age. In fact, he traveled to the spiritual realm in the name of singing and dancing rap, or doing business.
At any other time, Zhang Yuanqing might not be able to find his uncle right away, unless he was in danger, but now that it was almost dinner time, his uncle would definitely be at home.
He has never been home to begin with. If he doesn't come home for three meals, his aunt will divorce him.
"Hey, you useless Motoko." Seeing his nephew coming to visit, the uncle started his single-minded attack again.
"Don't talk nonsense!" Zhang Yuanqing was not in the mood to rap with him, so he pulled his uncle out. Before his aunt could speak, he said loudly: "Aunt, uncle and I will go to the corridor to talk about something."
"Why don't you go to the corridor and tell me, the meal will be ready soon." My aunt who didn't cook well but decided to go to the kitchen shouted.
"Speak ill of grandma." Zhang Yuanqing said.
"Go!" my aunt responded happily.
Entering the corridor, Zhang Yuanqing told his uncle the news that the Single Pass Knight had entered the S-level dungeon very quickly:
"He entered Spiritual Realm No. 16, Twilight of the Knights."
My uncle has been traveling in the spirit realm for many years and has entered many dungeons. As long as he knows the number and name of the dungeon, he can quickly locate the location.
"Alas, useless Motoko has given me another problem." The uncle put one hand in his pocket and spread the other out, showing helplessness: "Okay, leave this matter to me. I will bring back the single knight, but I will use the
In ways you wouldn’t think of.”
"What method?" Zhang Yuanqing asked.
At this time, my aunt shouted from inside the room: "It's time to eat, Motoko, you can stay here to eat too."
"Here comes my wife!" The uncle rushed home in a hurry.
He didn’t even finish his words! Zhang Yuanqing cursed and complained loudly, replying loudly: “If I can’t do it to my aunt, I plan to eat grandma’s food. Grandma’s cooking is unpalatable.”
After saying that, he walked away smoothly.
My own son doesn't even want to eat the food cooked by his aunt. He is just a nephew and there is no need to sacrifice like this.
The uncle entered the room and closed the door, sat down at the dining table like a gentleman, lit a cigarette, pondered for a moment, and muttered: "Is the malfunction of the spiritual realm getting more and more serious?"
"What's getting serious?" My aunt came out carrying the dishes.
"My mother's menopause is getting more and more serious," my uncle said casually.
"Bah! Your mother went through menopause twenty years ago," my aunt spat.
The next day, morning.
In Victoria's villa, Miao Teng'er sat in the sun room as warm as spring, watching the flowerbed outside the glass wall stained with white frost. The colorful flowers seemed to be endowed with the pride of plum blossoms, blooming in the frost.
It has already snowed several times in Beijing at the end of December.
Of course ordinary flowers cannot survive the winter. These flowers and plants in the garden were cultivated by Lingjun.
Although the flowers in the flower garden are beautiful, they pale in comparison to the young woman.
Miao Teng'er's temperament and facial features are as clear and beautiful as her lips are pink, her eyes are like paint, her face is fair and pretty, and her nose is straight and delicate.
See it and forget the customs.
This kind of beauty can't put on makeup, and she will fall into the world as soon as she puts on makeup.
"Why do you think Yuanshi Tianzun asked my mother to meet?" Miao Teng'er held the hot coffee in both hands and looked curiously at her cousin opposite the "tree stump table".
In her opinion, Yuanshi Tianzun and her mother had no interaction at all. Since the death of the Demon Lord, her mother, who was regarded as a shame to the family by her grandfather, was greatly affected. She has lived in seclusion and no longer interacts with each other since then.
Why did Yuanshi Tianzun have to see her? He chose Elder Victoria's villa.
Lingjun didn't answer. He stared at the table for a long time, or looked blankly at the flower garden, looking very preoccupied.
In the basement, Zhang Yuanqing was sitting in a high-backed chair, looking at the mature woman who was also sitting in the high-backed chair.
This woman must be in her forties, but judging from her appearance, she looks more like a mature woman between 25 and 30 years old. Her face is full of collagen, and her skin is more delicate than that of a girl.
The facial features are about 45% similar to Miao Teng'er's, but more beautiful, yes, more beautiful.
She has the looks of a young woman, the charm of a mature woman, and the unique hotness, symmetry, and strong figure of a wood demon woman, but with a touch of sadness between her eyebrows, she is a woman like a lilac flower.
A variety of temperaments are mixed in the body, not only there is no contradiction, but also intertwined with a unique charm.
Damn it, the women of the Demon King are all beautiful and fragrant. When Zhang Yuanqing looked at the women, the women were also observing this famous young man.
"I am different from the ungrateful Elder Miao. Because of your kindness in saving Teng'er and Lingjun, I came here to see you today." Miao Fengyun spoke first, "If you have anything to say, just tell me."
There was a coldness and strength in the voice that idlers would shy away from.
Zhang Yuanqing's first sentence was: "I have listened to the audio between you and the Demon Lord."
To Miaofengyun's ears, this kind of revealing speech was extremely unfriendly. Her favorability towards Yuanshi Tianzun dropped rapidly, and she remained sitting in a lazy posture, sneering:
"Does Auntie's voice sound nice? Do you want me to scream a few times to make you happy?"
Don’t play ambiguous with me, Lingjun will break up with me! Zhang Yuanqing’s face didn’t change:
"Auntie, you don't have Teng'er or Yin Ji Leluo. I met you today not to embarrass you, but to learn something from the audio between you and Demon Lord."
As he spoke, he calmed down Miao Fengyun's hostility and anger.
Looking at Yuanshi Tianzun's handsome face and listening to his sincere tone, Miao Fengyun's displeasure quickly dissipated, and she forgave him and asked:
"What's up?"
Zhang Yuanqing got straight to the point: "I want the method of cultivating spiritual plants left to you by Lingjun's mother."
Miao Fengyun's face was full of confusion: "What do you want that thing for? It needs to be supplemented by the spiritual power of the wood demon to be effective. Even if you have a non-wood demon profession, it will be useless."
Auntie, don't be so curious, it can easily lead to disaster. Just as Zhang Yuanqing was about to manipulate the other party's emotions and ask her to hand over the cultivation method, he suddenly felt something in his heart.
With the blessing of the twelfth lunar month and the method of cultivation being controlled by the wood demon, why not take the seeds and cultivate them here?
He could swim to Elder Zhao's residence at night, get the seeds, and then return here. This would save a lot of process steps and make it more secretive.
Thinking of this, Zhang Yuanqing secretly manipulated Miaofengyun's emotions, increasing her curiosity, trust and urgency, and then said:
"I can't say the reason for the moment, but this matter is extremely important. You wait here while I go out."
After saying that, he left the basement and met Victoria in the living room, asking her to arrange a ceremony and give him a secret blessing.
After the ceremony was completed, Zhang Yuanqing turned into dreamy starlight, left the villa, flew in the sky, and rushed to Elder Zhao's residence.
The wind was blowing hard, high-rise buildings were everywhere at our feet, and the closer we got to the city, the more congested the traffic became.
Although the capital city is large, it would not take long for the ruler to cross the entire city. Soon, the old alleys appeared in front of them.
Suddenly, Zhang Yuanqing saw that the old alley had lost its color, like a black and white photo. This fading spread rapidly, including high-rise buildings, vehicles, streets, and green belts.
In the blink of an eye, Zhang Yuanqing looked down from a high place, and the entire city turned into a black and white photo. The clear sky was also covered with a layer of black curtain, and only the sun stubbornly emitted a faint light.
His heart trembled, and he soon realized that there was something wrong not with the city under his feet, but with him.
He was kept secret, cut off from the real world.
At this time, a cold breath hit his face, as if the door to the Nine Nether Underworld had been opened.
In that old alley, the yin energy rose to the sky, and the yin energy soared upward, turning into a face that covered the sky and the sun in the sky.
That face like black smoke looked down at Zhang Yuanqing indifferently.
At this moment, Zhang Yuanqing felt that the three forces of taiyin, stars and sun in his body condensed at the same time and lost their vitality.
Danger signals are transmitted to the brain through nerves, and adrenaline is secreted crazily, but the muscles are spasming. No matter how the brain mobilizes the body, the limbs are as stiff as a paralyzed person.
"Ling, Lingtuo."
Zhang Yuanqing pronounced the name with trembling teeth.
"Yuanshi Tianzun!" A chuckle echoed between heaven and earth: "You are just like the Demon Lord, you are really a clown."