Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

But think again, what kind of treasure is Emperor Yu's armor?

It is a ground-level divine weapon, and it may even be a heaven-level divine weapon.

If it can be easily transferred and used by others, what is the difference between it and the swords and knives that cost a few taels of silver in the world?

Precious things have their own uses, this is the pattern and style.

It seems that there is nothing wrong with setting the threshold higher.

Anyway, Meng Zhao has now used the Zhaotian Mirror to see the secrets of this armor. The key points of the Canglong Transformation and the Evil Eye Technique are all in his mind.

As long as you find a quiet and deserted place and make corresponding preparations, this long-dusted armor, the supreme thing, will see the light of day again.

Thinking of this, even if Meng Zhao is in a good mood, he can't help but grin, and smile with suppressed but excited.

Seeing this, Fu Qingtong was a little curious.

"Mr. Meng, do you know this thing? You look so happy, could it be some treasure?"

From this, we can see that Fu Qingtong is a bit naive. Maybe he has been practicing Taoism under Fuyang Taoist for too long and has never experienced the ways of the world. He is very slow to feel some problems and his way of dealing with them is too rough.

It's like him and Meng Zhao, but it's their second meeting. They didn't have much communication and their relationship was superficial.

When Meng Zhao opened the wooden box, he shouldn't have come up to check it out, let alone ask questions to get to the bottom of it.

Of course, such a person is actually very easy to deal with. Meng Zhao restrained his smile, reached out and grabbed the bronze disc weighing nearly a thousand pounds in his palm. The right arm hidden in the sleeve bulged with green veins like earthworms, and lifted it up with pure strength. "Brother Fu, you don't know that I like antiques and rare treasures the most. As early as when I was in Nan'an, I spent a lot of money to buy similar things. Although the origin of this disc is unknown, it has been in existence for a long time and is an antique. It may not be precious. It depends on personal preference." Fu Qingtong understood. He had sent people to collect relevant information about Meng Zhao and knew a lot of his past. This naturally included Meng Zhao's deeds of plundering antiques when he was in Nan'an, which was a relatively elegant hobby. It must be said that in order to provide sufficient energy points for the Zhaotian Mirror, Meng Zhao had exhausted his mind. Even after coming to Lingwu City, he did not stop this matter and still plundered energy points through various channels, both open and secret. "Then, since Brother Meng has confirmed that this is the item, when can you deliver the item that Mu Ge wants?"

Fu Qingtong was actually very curious. What could this bronze disc, whose origin could not be seen, be exchanged for? Was it a thousand taels of silver or a martial arts secret book? Thinking carefully, Mu Ge was not short of martial arts or silver. Could it be some treasure?

Meng Zhao thought about it. Now the young dragon Xiaojiu was coiled around his waist. If he did not call it in his heart, it would be like a dead thing. He could take its blood at any time. However, he was a little hesitant now, whether to give the dragon blood to Qian Jiao.

After all, if, as he guessed, Qian Jiao was now fighting with Tan Caier's father and was suppressed and unable to move, if he got the dragon blood and supplemented the hidden dangers of the foundation, would he raise an evil dragon instead?

He had talked with Qian Jiao face to face and knew that this old man was a complete evil man. He would not be willing to let the Canglong Battle Armor, a divine item, fall into the hands of others. Temporarily compromising did not mean letting it go forever.

It is more likely that he will solve the old problem, improve his martial arts, and then run over to kill him and take back the armor.

Meng Zhao does not think that he is a mean person, but rather a normal development trend of events.

Of course, now things have changed. Qian Jiao seems to be too busy to even show his face. Even Mu Ge has to contact him through Fu Qingtong, which shows that the situation is not optimistic.

In this case, Meng Zhao naturally has the idea of ​​returning, or he has always thought so, but he has some concerns, but now this concern has been dispelled.

Black eating black, it seems possible.

As for whether this is a trap set by Qian Jiao to test him, Meng Zhao thinks it is unlikely.

The reason is very simple. Through the Zhaotian Mirror, he has confirmed that the Emperor Yu armor is a real thing.

Then Qian Jiao sent the things and directly lost the initiative, which also indirectly shows that his current situation is not optimistic.

"Brother Fu, you said the things are already in my hands. Mu Ge and his friends are in a bad situation, even worrying.

If I don't give you what I promised in advance and go back on my word, what do you think?"

Meng Zhao held the bronze disc in one hand, sometimes turning it upside down, sometimes flying it. Under the traction of various exquisite forces, the disc seemed to be attracted by a magnet. No matter how it shook, it could not get away from the three-inch distance of the palm.

He was leisurely, as if he was joking with Fu Qingtong.

However, this sentence scared Fu Qingtong enough. His face was extremely ugly. He forced a smile and tried to say, "Brother Meng, don't joke. You have a big family and a big business. You just swept the Iron Hand Society. How could you do such a disregarding thing?" Seeing Meng Zhao looking at him with a half-smile, Fu Qingtong's smile was restrained and his fists were clenched. "Brother Meng, in fact, the transaction is between you and Mu Ge. I am just a middleman. If you want to regret it, I really can't do anything to you. But aren't you afraid that Mu Ge will retaliate against you?" "Yes, if Mu Ge came to me in person to trade, I would certainly not mention this matter. But now, isn't he too busy to even show his face? In this case, it means that he is probably not able to take care of me now. Even if I regret it, he can't do anything to me.

As for holding a grudge against me, that's not the case, because he is just a gift giver, and there is someone else who deals with me.

Besides, am I, Meng Zhao, afraid of them? "

Fu Qingtong didn't seem very surprised. Mu Ge must have said something to him.

Some things are actually not difficult to imagine. In the many years since Mu Ge disappeared, he obviously did nothing good. Otherwise, he would not even return to Zhenwu Temple. Apart from occasionally delivering news, he is no different from a dead person.

Either he couldn't help it, or he was actively doing something shameful.

"Now that Brother Meng has made a decision, my opinion probably doesn't matter anymore."

Fu Qingtong didn't want to fall out with Meng Zhao, nor did he dare to fall out with him, so he could only sigh and reply.

As a middleman, if he handed something to Meng Zhao but confiscated what he got in return, he would definitely be complained or even resented, but what could he do?

Put a knife on Meng Zhao's neck and force him to hand over his things?

This was Meng Zhao, a quiet man who had laid down his roots in Lingwu City and even pioneered many times. His master, Fuyang Zi, had been friends with him for many years. What qualifications did he have to do this?

Don’t want to live anymore?

Meng Zhao was a little embarrassed, knowing that if he did this, he would definitely make Fu Qingtong stick in the pot, but when it came to conflicts of interest, he did not tolerate soft-heartedness.

He had no intention of going back on his word, he just said,

"Well, if I do this and make it difficult for the rich brother, just come to my house to pick up the things in three days."

As for what will be brought out at that time, Meng Zhaoke cannot guarantee it.

Fu Qingtong was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he suddenly heard a soft and charming laugh. His head became dizzy, and with a pop, he fainted directly on the ground.