Then the Daoist asked some information about the acquisition of this magic weapon, and some elders asked about some other things, except for some secret things about themselves, Zhen Yinjian told the people of Donghua Yu 1510.

"Then, let's discuss how to arrange this 'Ying Long True Monarch Armor'!" and the voice of the Dao Lord was long and profound, making people sound in awe.

"Dao Master, our Zhou clan has not fought for anything for hundreds of years, and we need this magic weapon of the Middle Ages. On the table on the left side of the seat, an old man with a bright head spoke up, he was wearing a plain azure white robe, looking like a fairy wind and bones, quite eye-catching.

"Zhou Qianqiu, if you Zhou don't open your mouth, you want to make this magic weapon of the eight grades of the Middle Ages as soon as you open your mouth, you can't help but have too much appetite. The gray-haired and red-eyed old man of Haoshou said contemptuously while fiddling with the tea in the cup with the tea lid.

"Jun Beigui, what do you mean? Am I not worthy of this magic weapon? How much credit has my vein made for the sect, a medieval magic weapon, is it worthy of it?" the old man reprimanded sharply. He and Jun Beigui do not belong to the same group, and there is a lot of friction between the two, and it is common for them to attack each other.

"I said two elders, your lord and Tuesday have received a lot of grace from the sect, and what you have gained on weekdays has exceeded our other veins too much, so it is better to sell face this time and give me this treasure armor Wang Fu. Recently, I am about to attack the Heavenly Tribulation, and this magic weapon is useful. If the two of you agree, I will definitely support the affairs of the sect in the future!"

At this time, a middle-aged monk in Confucian clothes at the end of the table said, this person has a wide face and big ears, and his expression is bitter, but he looks like he has been wronged.

"Hehe, Wang Nu, with your status as a sect, a magic weapon inherited from the Middle Ages, you can also open it!" the gray-clothed red-eyed old man sneered.

"If Brother Wang is not sure about the Heavenly Tribulation, I have the right for you to suppress some cultivation and delay it for fifty years. If you expect to use magic weapons to survive the calamity, I'm afraid it's not a good thing. The old man touched his pale beard and said.

Wang Nu saw that the two of them had such an attitude and was helpless, his vein has always been weak in the battles of the sect in recent years, and he naturally lacked confidence in this speech.

In addition, three or five more elders spoke out, all of them expressing interest in this magic weapon of the Middle Ages. For a while, many elders in this hall were arguing with red faces and thick necks, and they looked unwilling to give up.

After all, it is a magic weapon inherited from ancient times, and few people in the sect have such a strong magic weapon, and it is normal for many people to be interested.

"You don't have to fight, I think it's useless to fight, this magic weapon of the Middle Ages has long had a master!" and the eyes of the Taoist master seem to have a flow of light, which makes people feel dizzy at a glance, and the cultivation is so profound that it is terrifying.

"Dao Master, what do you mean?" The gray-robed and red-eyed old man was apprehensive in his heart, he thought that he and Dao Master were interested in this magic weapon.

"Can't you see that this is a magic weapon that has been fused with bloodline?" He Dao Master stood up and looked at Zhen Yinjian with interest, obviously interested in his experience.

It was a bit surprising that an eight-grade magic weapon of medieval quality was inherited and fused by a minor monk who had cultivated to only the True Law Realm.

The magic weapon is born with spirituality, especially the magic weapon inherited from the Middle Ages, which has been passed down for thousands of years, and is naturally spiritual, and knows how to "choose the master".

Zhen Yinjian's cultivation of status has obtained the "recognition" of this "Yinglong Zhenjun Armor" and has been inherited and integrated, and there must be something strange in it.

It's just that with his status, he didn't bother to delve into what Zhen Yinjian was hiding. Even if you are a member of the sect, there is no need to be honest with the sect, after all, everyone will have their own secrets. As long as these secrets do not harm the interests of the sect, it does not matter.

Many elders also changed their faces, and they gave and divided this magic weapon of the Middle Ages, but they even forgot to check the ownership of this magic weapon. At this time, the old man Haoshou took the "Yinglong Zhenjun Armor" presented by Zhen Yinjian and checked it, and sure enough, he saw that there were traces of blood integration in it, and then he saw that Zhen Yinjian was already looking bad.

"Shaft, why did you deceive us and others, you are guilty!" The assassin's Haoshou old man exerted some coercion slightly, which made Zhen Yinjian's whole person feel like he was under heavy pressure, and it was difficult to breathe, and his body had to bow down.

"Damn, this old thing is really not a good guy!" Zhen Yinjian gritted his teeth, but he didn't dare to attack. Those present were all the high-level officials of Donghua Yu, saying that if you want to live, you will live, and if you let you die, you will die!

With a wave of the Daoist's long sleeves, the coercion exerted by the old man on Zhen Yinjian suddenly disappeared, Zhen Yinjian looked at the Daoist in surprise, but he didn't know why he helped him.

"Explain the reason, we Donghua Yu are also reasonable, and will give every monk a chance to justify. He Dao Master's eyes looked at Zhen Yinjian, as if he wanted to gain insight into his heart.

"Huihe Dao Master, elders, I triggered this inheritance fusion by chance, and I didn't know that the result would be like this. Zhen Yinjian said this sentence in a daze. When I came back to my senses, I found that my mind seemed to be controlled.

Looking up, he saw a smile on the corner of the Daoist's mouth, and said with satisfaction:

"This kid didn't lie, he can't fake it under my True Law Pupil Technique. ”

Since he and the Dao Master had already tried a small way to find out the truth, many other elders could only do this. Many elders looked at Zhen Yinjian with meaningful expressions, and then left.

The task of this council hall is to determine the ownership of "Ying Long Zhenjun Jia", since Zhen Yinjian has obtained this ancient inheritance magic weapon, naturally there are not many things to do with these elders.

Seeing that the elders present, including Tu Protector, had left, Zhen Yinjian stood tremblingly in the council hall, and naturally did not dare to go back without the order of the Dao Master.

He was quite afraid of this Taoist master's method of forcing the mouth to speak the truth in an instant. After all, such a method is simply unprecedented, and it would be terrible if this and the Dao Lord used a method to ask about the secrets of his bloodline and even the system.

Fortunately, judging from the current situation, this unfathomable cultivator and Dao Master don't seem to have any intention in this regard.

"Zhen Yinjian, since you have obtained the inheritance and fusion of the 'Yinglong True Monarch Armor', you are naturally the owner of this magic weapon. As long as this magic weapon is in my Donghua Imperial High School, it is not a big problem in anyone's hands. He Daoist looked at Zhen Yinjian with a smile, he looked a little kind at this time, and seemed to be a loving middle-aged man.

"Disciple understands, thank you for the generous gift from the sect!" Zhen Yinjian bowed, he didn't expect that this magic weapon would end up in his hands.

"Since you have obtained this treasure, you must practice hard in the future and pay attention to the improvement of your own strength. Although the magic weapon is good, without the power of protection, it will still become a harmful thing. Even if it is a inheritance fusion, if the original owner dies, the mark in this magic weapon will be removed, and it can become someone else's thing!"

and the Taoist Lord said meaningfully, Zhen Yinjian also felt a pang in his heart when he heard it. The so-called open guns are easy to dodge and dark arrows are difficult to prevent, if someone secretly harms themselves because of the magic weapon, won't they get into a lot of trouble?

Seeing that Zhen Yinjian seemed to be afraid, he smiled with the Taoist master:

"But don't worry too much, within the sect, no one dares to act wantonly, Donghua Yu is a disciplined place after all. ”

"You still have to think about how to quickly adapt to the environment of my Donghua Palace, compared to Qihuang Zhengzong, there are more opportunities and greater challenges here!

After that, with a shake of the Dao Master's long sleeves, his body disappeared in front of Zhen Yinjian. It's not moving at high speed at all, as if it's been teleported away. The same means of such a god shocked Zhen Yinjian's heart, and he was also envious.

"One day, I will also have such strength!" Zhen Yinjian knew in his heart that with the "strongest peach luck system" and the god-level bloodline "God Emperor Immortal Body", as long as he didn't die, his cultivation would one day reach this realm.

He was a little sorry at the moment, this Taoist Lord didn't give himself a chance to ask about Bi Jinse at all.

After all, with the cultivation and status of the Taoist Master, it is still relatively possible to know the person "Bi Jinse".

Walking out of the meeting hall, Zhen Yinjian's heart was a little depressed for a while, and when he arrived at Donghua Palace, he was alone, alone. The loss of his lover and the many dangers he has to face make his will a little depressed.

As he walked, he walked towards his Beppu, and as soon as he reached the door of his Beppu, he saw two monks dressed in Donghua Imperial Water Uniforms rushing to Beppu with a person.

"Let go of me, let go of me, I told you, I am the miscellaneous servant of Zhen Yinjian, a disciple of the sect, you must not snub me!"

The familiar sound of killing a pig came into his ears, Zhen Yinjian turned his head to look, and found that it was the rich middle-aged man, how did he get here!

At this time, his hands were held by two monks of Donghua Palace, and no matter how he struggled, he could not escape the capture of these two monks.

"You didn't quote the documents, and you didn't have Zhen Yinjian's proof, and you still want us to believe you, I'm afraid it's a fool's dream!"

"I see you meloquish, I'm afraid that you are greedy for the prosperity of my Donghua Palace, and you want to get in and do wrong. I'll give you a chance to prove it today, and if it's false, I'll throw you into the Black Fire!"

The two monks of Donghua Yu said to the middle-aged man who was full of wealth and dignity one after the other, their expressions were arrogant, and they seemed to occupy a kind of psychological advantage, and they didn't take the person in their hands seriously.

If it weren't for the fact that they were hindered by the rules of the sect and needed to act in accordance with the law, the two would have thrown this funny middle-aged monk into death row.

"Brother Zhen, here, here!" The middle-aged monk saw Zhen Yinjian's arrival, as if he had grasped the last straw, and winked at this Zhen Yinjian.

Zhen Yinjian also smiled bitterly, this person will always look like this. He couldn't take care of much, but he still followed, ready to rescue the man.

After all, he did have an appointment with himself.