Although the white-bearded old man has never seen the Heaven Breaking Halberd, the Golden Ding and the Fire God Furnace, but from the breath circulating in these treasures, he can know its extraordinary, after all, there is still a big difference between the artifact and the holy weapon compared to the ordinary spiritual weapon, with his cultivation and knowledge, he can detect the difference, and he will not doubt Wu Yi's identity.

It was originally an absurd big talk, but with the evidence of these treasures, it is very convincing, with Wu Yi's cultivation and age, it is impossible to have so many treasures at the same time, only after surviving for endless years and having an incomparably glorious past, it can be justified, and with the residual thunder power in his body, the tram failed and was beaten back to its original form, which is also reasonable.

Wu Yi ignored the ruffian's ridicule, but said equally excitedly: "Hey...... It's all in the past, and the past is in the past, but when I was beaten back to my original form, I made a heavy oath that I must survive the Nine Heavenly Tribulations in this life, set foot in the Heavenly Palace, and go to the thief to theorize well, why can he split whoever he wants, and when he wants to send down heavenly punishment, he will lower heavenly punishment, and all living beings must be under his control, which is too unfair. ”

"That's true, it's so unfair!" The white-bearded old man felt that all these words were said in his heart, jumped on the stone table, patted Wu Yi's shoulder hard, and the spittle was about to spray on Wu Yi's face, and he was very excited and indignant.

"Could it be that my predecessors have been teased by thieves and gods like me, and they still can't break through the boundary?" Wu Yi climbed up along the bamboo pole, and took the initiative to ask in order to shorten the distance between them.

The white-bearded old man turned over and sat on the stone bench, patted the table and said: "But isn't it? If it weren't for the hateful heavenly punishment, Lao Tzu would have left here a long time ago, and he was happy and happy, every time for thousands of years, he was about to break through the enchantment, and was split by the thunder of the sky, this time it was even more unreliable, Lao Tzu was in retreat and cultivated, and this day the thunder split down without a head and no brain, so that Lao Tzu woke up from the retreat, and the hundred years of meditation were all lost, can you not be angry?"

"Gurgle......" Song Qingmu's little heart jumped suddenly, if this white-bearded old man knew that it was because of his breakthrough that he triggered the punishment of heaven, the end would be very miserable, and he felt a little weak in his heart, so he simply sat on the side honestly, looked at his nose and nose, and became a wooden man.

"Breaking the enchantment?Isn't the Flame Mountain opened once every hundred years, what else does it need to break?" Wu Yi was a little puzzled, seeing that this old man had hands and feet, and cultivated to the sky, wasn't it easy to get out?

"That's a gap where only Terran monks can enter and exit freely, and it has nothing to do with Lao Tzu's half a dime, if Lao Tzu wants to go out, he has to carry the Nine Heavenly Tribulations, and it is estimated that there is no drama in this life. The white-bearded old man was a little discouraged, and even he felt a little powerless by the power of heaven's punishment.

"Don't be discouraged, seniors, isn't it a punishment from heaven? Let's find a way together, we can always carry it, is it possible that we can be suppressed by this thief for a lifetime?" Wu Yi encouraged, looking like he had the same hatred as the white-bearded old man.

"Your kid is not very old, but his heart is not small, it is not easy to withstand such a blow and not give up, but you have so many protective treasures, and you have been cultivating for one hundred and eighty years, it is estimated that there is still some hope, for the sake of everyone who has been struck by thunder, it is not difficult for you, where did you come from and where to go back, and one day you have survived the Nine Heavenly Tribulations, don't forget to take a breath of evil for Lao Tzu." After the old man with the white beard had vented, his anger had dissipated, and his reason had gradually returned, and with a wave of his hand, he removed all the coercion and allowed them to regain their freedom.

Song Qingmu breathed a long sigh of relief, in this case, it was already a miracle to be able to save his life, and he was about to turn around and leave, but he was pulled by Wu Yi, only to see him wave his big hand, and directly sent the three treasures to the white-bearded old man, and said excitedly: "The seniors have cultivated to the heavens and the earth, exceeding the juniors for 108,000 miles, and the juniors are willing to give these three treasures to the seniors, hoping that the seniors can succeed in the catastrophe and escape justice to God." ”

"Crazy, this guy is just crazy. "Song Qingmu really can't understand, in this case, being able to escape unscathed and with his whole body is already the biggest victory, but Wu Yi not only does not leave, but also gives away the three spiritual treasures, you must know that any one of them here is enough for a big sect to exhaust all its strength to fight for it, and become the magic weapon of the sect, the value is immeasurable.

Is Wu Yi crazy? Of course not, when he showed these three treasures, he had already thought very thoroughly, in the face of this white-bearded old man whose cultivation was unfathomable and could control the fire of the sky, if he wanted to kill him, it was completely in a thought, and he didn't even have time to resist, in order to justify himself, it was very necessary to take the initiative to show it.

Moreover, he had been observing the reaction of the white-bearded old man, and he was not very interested in these three treasures, not because he did not know the goods, but because this thing was not of much use to him, otherwise he would have taken it for himself a long time ago, how could he return it to Wu Yi so generously? Since it was useless to him, then this 'favor' was very necessary.

Returning empty-handed in Baoshan has never been Wu Yi's style.

"Huh...... I didn't expect you kid to be quite generous, but this thing doesn't mean anything to me, what you see me is just an illusion, no body, no spirit weapon at all, if you want to succeed in the tribulation, you can only comprehend the way of heaven, and you can't use any external force. The white-bearded old man was a little surprised by Wu Yi's generosity, but he still said that these three things were returned to Wu Yi, everything was just as Wu Yi expected, although the spirit weapon was rare, it was useless to the white-bearded old man, but it was just to see.

"I see, maybe this is the will of heaven, the destiny of heaven is like this, and we can only accept our fate. Wu Yi's expression instantly became extremely gloomy, and his voice became much lower.

"You are young and vigorous, like the sun of your newborn, why are you so depressed?" asked the white-bearded old man puzzled.

Wu Yi looked up at the sky and said with great melancholy: "The younger generation wants to compete with the sky with the strength of one person, but it is really a little powerless, so I want to rely on the power of the seniors, but I didn't expect that there is still little hope, even if I live another life, it is just a waste of time." ”

"I can't control the spiritual weapon, but you can control the heavenly fire, Lao Tzu passed the heavenly fire to you, are you afraid that you can't extinguish this thief?" The white-bearded old man, under the guidance of Wu Yi, finally took the initiative to speak.

Life is like a play, it all depends on acting skills, and Song Qingmu's admiration for Wu Yi on the side can no longer be described in words.