On the same day, he was led by Meng Yang's plan to cause trouble, causing him to flee Nanzhou.

Although he threw away the eight Gathering Martial Realm powerhouses who were chasing him, his hatred for Meng Yang was monstrous.

This time, he learned to be obedient, and after finding a place to recover from his injuries, he quietly chased in the direction of Meng Yang's escape.

This chase was a day, and it wasn't until he spent ten years of his life that he used blood to find Meng Yang's trace again.

As soon as he thought that he was going to take revenge, he got the treasure on Meng Yang's body that made him excited every time he thought about it, and finally released his spiritual sense desperately, and pressed Meng Yang who stepped into the south ridge.

However, when he saw the many generals in armor on the south ridge, and dozens of terrifying auras that even stepped on it, Zhong Ge was shocked, and the words he wanted to say turned into a miserable scream in an instant.

With just one move, his figure hidden in the shadows was instantly enveloped by a vast aura like heavenly might.

The spiritual power of his whole body was imprisoned, and the person instantly pulled from thousands of meters away into the top of the Zhengnan Ridge that made him terrified.

His mind was blank, and before his thoughts could be reacted, he was slapped on his body by a heavy pressure and smashed to the ground.

Like the heart of the ice cellar, there is also the sharp pain that penetrates into the bone marrow, making him wonder if his martial soul is also crushed by the terrifying coercion, although the spiritual power in the body flows through the eight veins of the strange meridian as usual, but the body can't control it.

Like a puddle of mud, surrounded by a group of murderous heavy armored sergeants.

Seeing Meng Yang again at this moment, he didn't even dare to reveal his murderous intentions, even if he looked up, it was so laborious.

"Zhongge, I haven't seen you for decades, I didn't expect you to fall into the evil way. ”

At this moment, a sonorous and powerful sound came from the welcoming hall.

Meng Yang, who had a cold face, and Zhong Ge, who was smiling miserably, looked at them all for the first time.

And the three powerhouses of the Fusion Body Realm standing beside Meng Yang showed awe, raised their heads with their chests straight, and stood solemnly and coldly in place like soldiers who saw a general ready to fight at any time.

After a while, Meng Yang looked and saw an old man in the age of a sixtieth year, coming from the welcome hall.

The old man's eyebrows and beard were gray, but his upright figure in a green cloth robe did not have a trace of rickets.

The faces that have left traces of the vicissitudes of time are still angular, reflecting the calmness and perseverance of strategizing.

In particular, those eyes are very bright, as if they hide the righteousness of winning thousands of miles and galloping Haoran, which makes people can't help but feel respect.

"Old, old prince..."

Looking at the old man's face, Zhong Ge, who was kneeling on the ground, was shocked, and his face was full of horror.

The scenes of the past appeared in front of him, causing turmoil in Zhongge's heart, which could not be calmed down for a long time.

Meng Yang was also shocked, his body bowed, and his face bowed respectfully.

Although it was not clear in his heart how the Red Sect Ancestor Zhong Ge, who was on the border of the Yuan Kingdom and Zhao State, could recognize the identity of the old man at a glance, judging from what the old man said before, the two must have met each other, and they were even more familiar.

"I didn't expect to say goodbye to the old earth, but in this way. ”

"I..." Zhong Ge's voice choked, and his gaze couldn't help but fall on Meng Yang.

"As a general of the orthodox military department of Zhao State, it is a serious crime to flee the old land without permission, I thought you saved my life, I didn't pursue it, but I never thought that for decades, you have taken root in the wasteland, established the Red Sect, and for your own selfish interests, you used evil magic and poison pills to control others to serve you, just a bastard, you really think I'm old and confused, I don't know anything?"

Hearing this, Meng Yang's heart sank, and he subconsciously pressed his body lower.

"It's useless to talk too much, take it down, and send it to the old land at the end of the month to make meritorious atonements. ”

"No, I know it's wrong, I won't go, I'm not going..."

"Kill me, kill me, that's not a place for people at all..."

After saying that, the trembling Zhong Ge showed horror on his face, and Han Mao Zhuo shouted loudly.

The fear in the trembling voice made Meng Yang feel so frightened that he didn't dare to look back at Zhong Ge's appearance at this moment.

If before, he only had a concept of the place where the ancient burial was old, then at this moment, he had to seriously consider it.

How terrifying it must be to be able to scare a Martial Realm like this.

"The prince spares his life, Zhong Ge's friends and best friends are all dead there, I don't go, I don't accept it..."

Far away, Meng Yang, whose scalp was numb, could still hear the sound of Zhong Ge's cold hair standing on end for mercy.

It wasn't until the scream disappeared that the old man's gaze fell on Meng Yang.

As soon as this gaze fell, Meng Yang's body shook, and his face under the hat couldn't help but turn white.

With a slight movement of his mind, he immediately handed over the letter in his hand.

The old man shook his head amusedly, took a look, said "follow me" and walked towards the welcome hall.

Meng Yang raised his head, looked at the wind beside him, and the three of them were still standing like a pine, and followed hard.

When he entered the welcome hall, he took off the hat from his head and stood in the center of the hall solemnly.

"Sit down..."Turning back at Meng Yang, who was like a schoolboy who had made a mistake, the old man pointed to the bamboo chair beside him.

Meng Yang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and obediently sat down on the bamboo chair pointed to by the old man.

As soon as he sat down, the old man muttered for a while and then spoke, and Meng Yang's heart was almost beating to his throat.

"I didn't expect that the Lin boy still remembered Lao Wang, and it was strange that he praised you so much in the letter. ”

The two were separated by a tea table, on which there were two cups that had already been brewed and the teapot was steaming.

Meng Yang didn't dare to look at the old prince, so he had to focus on his chest and the position of his hands.

Listening to the old prince's words, if it was normal, Meng Yang would definitely be narcissistic, but now he could only laugh dryly.

And laughing is more ugly than crying, and I always feel uncomfortable, as if there are many eyes staring at me.

Seeing that Meng Yang was at a loss, the old prince chuckled and said: "The head of your family, when he was young, he could be described as a personal master, although his cultivation talent was so-so, he was a very qualified strategist, speaking of which, he was also my protégé." ”

"In my early years, he helped me win a few beautiful battles, and looking back on it, I still talk about it. ”

"It's a pity that this bastard boy has no ambitions, he was abducted by a little girl, and when he left, he asked me for a favor. ”

Meng Yang, who was surprised, probably understood the general content of the letter when he heard this.

It was even more unthinkable that when Lin Anbo, the head of the Lin family, was young, he was still a strategist next to the old prince.

Listening to the old prince talk about a few interesting things that happened between him and Lin Anbo before, Meng Yang's inner crampedness gradually subsided.

even boldly picked up the steaming teapot when the old prince smiled heartily and poured a cup for the old prince and himself. When he met the old prince asking about his own affairs, while saying, Meng Yang also took advantage of the excuse to look at the old prince.

He found that the old prince was majestic and heroic, and when he talked about everyday things, he was just like the old man at the entrance of the village.

Unconsciously, Meng Yang's good impression of the old prince is also rising in a straight line.

"The kid is good, he doesn't panic, he is delicate and bold, it's just that. ”

"Lao Wang does have a lot of good things here, you say, what do you need?"

Meng Yang said without hesitation: "Meng Xiaozi needs a weapon, a weapon that is not easy to break. ”

"The kid has found the right place, there are a lot of weapons here. ”

After the old prince said, a middle-aged man in an official uniform walked from outside the palace.

Holding a thick book in his hand, he looked at Meng Yang stunned.

Putting the book on the table, the visitor bowed to the old prince, nodded to Meng Yang, and then walked away.

"Here are the weapons in the inventory, their functions, their grades, their ability to withstand strength, etc., are all recorded. ”

Meng Yang nodded slightly, picked up the book and read it.

The records in the book are indeed very detailed, and even who made the weapon and how long it took to build it are recorded.

From the lowest-grade feudal treasures made of steel, to the quenching-level treasures that can withstand the spiritual power of monks, there are all kinds of treasures, but after some browsing, Meng Yang still did not find a satisfactory weapon.

With a slight movement in his heart, Meng Yang put down the book in his hand, and said to the old prince who had been waiting with a hesitant face: "Old prince, Meng Xiaozi has a reluctant request, I don't know whether to talk about it or not..."

While Meng Yang was checking the books, the old prince who was drinking tea was also observing the changes in Meng Yang's expression.

When Meng Yang put the book back on the table and spat out these words, the old prince knew that Meng Yang did not value anything.

"You're welcome, whatever you have to ask for, whatever concerns you have, tell them. ”

Meng Yang nodded gratefully, and after taking a deep breath, he didn't intend to hide it, and said bluntly: "In the East Wilderness Sand Plain, Meng Xiaozi had no intention of stepping into a cave at the bottom of the lake, where did he find a relic of his predecessors, and obtained a piece of rare gold by chance, so Meng Xiaozi thought..."

"I want to create a soul-level weapon that can complement each other with spiritual consciousness and can exert 100% power. ”

Meng Yang knew that the master craftsmen who could be made into soul-level were almost all in the hands of the royal military departments from all over the world, although the rare gold was precious, it was only one of the materials for making soul-level treasures, and Meng Yang dared to open his mouth like this because his piece of rare gold was five catties.

Without waiting for the old prince to speak, Meng Yang's heart moved slightly, and he immediately summoned the rare gold from the storage ring.

As soon as this fist-sized golden rare gold came out, even the well-informed old prince couldn't help but look moved.

You must know that the soul-level treasure is the highest-grade weapon that can be built by the nine countries of the five lakes and the four seas so far.

The Divine Craftsman level, as well as the heavenly artifacts above it, are almost all in the hands of the royal family, and they are all obtained from the ancient burial soil.

In the entire military department of Zhao State, the current number of rare gold is stored less than 100 catties, and it is conceivable that the rarity of rare gold.

"When Meng Xiaozi returns to Annan City this time, he will enter the battle for the head of the Qianyuan Sect family, and work hard to break through the palace and martial arts, even if he enters the ancient burial land, he can protect himself. I only need a handle, and the rest of the rare gold, Meng Xiaozi will contribute to our Zhao State Military Department, this is true, there is no lie. ”

The old prince stared at Meng Yang seriously for a few moments, and suddenly his white eyebrows showed and he smiled heartily.

"Good boy, a hero is a teenager, Lin Anbo really didn't see the wrong person. ”