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Chapter 620 The idea of ​​black eating black (seeking subscription)

But after thinking about it again, what kind of treasure is Emperor Yu's battle armor?

The ground-level magic soldiers are the base, and they may even be the sky-level magic soldiers.

If it can be changed hands and used casually, how is it different from a sword that costs a few taels of silver in the world?
Precious things have their own uses, which is the pattern and style.

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

Anyway, Meng Zhao has now used the Sky Mirror to see all the secrets inside the battle armor. The secrets of the Canglong Transformation and the Evil Eye Art are all in his heart.

As long as you find a quiet and uninhabited place and make corresponding preparations, this battle armor that has been dusty for a long time, the supreme thing, will see the light of day again.

Thinking of this, even if Meng Zhao was in a good mood, he couldn't help but grin the corners of his mouth, and smiled suppressedly and excitedly.

Seeing this, Fu Qingtong was a little curious,

"Mr. Meng, you know this object? You look so happy, could it be some kind of treasure?"

It can also be seen from this that Fu Qingtong is a bit naive. It may be that he has practiced Taoism under the old Taoist school of Fuyang for too long, and has never experienced human sophistication.

It's like him and Meng Zhao, but when they met for the second time, they didn't have much communication and the relationship was general.

When Meng Zhao opened the wooden box, he shouldn't have come to check it out, let alone inquired about 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 catties in the palm of his hand, and his right arm hidden in the sleeve bulged with blue blood tendons like earthworms. its support,

"Brother Fu, I don't know. I like ancient treasures the most. 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 around for a long time. It is an old antique. It is precious. Not necessarily, it just depends on personal preference."

Fu Qingtong knew it well, he had already sent people to collect information about Meng Zhao, and he knew a lot about his past.

Naturally, it included Meng Zhao's deeds of looting antiques when he was in Nan'an, which can be regarded as a relatively elegant hobby.

It has to be said that in order to provide sufficient energy points for the Sky Mirror, Meng Zhao had racked his brains.

And even when he came to Lingwu City, he didn't stop this matter, he still searched for energy points through various channels, both open and dark.

"Then, since Brother Meng has confirmed that this is the item, when Muge wants to get that item, when will it be delivered?"

Fu Qingtong is actually very curious, what can be exchanged for this piece of bronze disc with no trace of history, is it a thousand taels of silver, or a martial arts secret book, think carefully, Mu Ge is neither short of martial arts nor silver, could it be some kind of treasure ?
Meng Zhao thought for a while, and now Xiaojiao Xiaojiu is coiled around his waist. If there is no call from his heart, he is like a dead thing. If he wants to take his blood, he can do it at any time, but he is hesitant now. Don't hand over the dragon's blood to Qian Jiao.

After all, if it was as he had guessed, Qian Jiao was now in a confrontation with Tan Cai'er's father and was pinned down. If he got the dragon's blood and made up for the hidden dangers in his foundation, would he raise a dragon instead?

He had had a face-to-face conversation with Qian Jiao, and he knew that this old man was an out-and-out villain, and he would not be willing to let a god like the Canglong Battle Armor fall into the hands of others, and humiliating for the time being does not mean letting it go forever.

It is more likely that he solved the old problem, made great progress in martial arts, and then ran over, killed him, and regained the armor.

Meng Zhao didn't feel that he had the heart of a villain, but it was a normal development trend of the situation.

Of course, things have changed now, Qian Jiao seems to be too busy to take care of himself, and he dare not even show his face, and Muge even has to contact him through a rich young boy, which shows that the situation is not optimistic.

Under such circumstances, Meng Zhao naturally had the idea of ​​returning, or he had always thought this way, but he had some concerns, but now this concern has been dispelled.

Black eat black, it seems possible to do.

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 Sky Mirror, he has confirmed that this Emperor Yu battle armor is real.

Then when Qian Jiao sent the things, he immediately lost the initiative, which also shows that his current situation is not optimistic.

"Brother Fu, you said that the things have come into 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 Zhaodan held the bronze disc in his palm, sometimes flipping it upside down, and sometimes flying bullets. Under the pull of various exquisite forces, the disc seemed to be sucked by a magnet.

He had a relaxed attitude, 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 tentatively said,
"Brother Meng, don't be joking. Your family has a great career. You just swept away the Iron Hands Association. How could you do something so disregarding your status?"

Seeing Meng Zhao's half-smile, looking at himself with deep eyes, Fu Qingtong's smile restrained, his fists clenched tightly,

"Brother Meng, the deal is actually between you and Muge, I'm just a middleman, if you want to go back on your word, I really can't do anything with you.

But aren't you afraid of pastoral revenge on you? "

"That's right, if Muge came to me for a deal in person, of course I wouldn't even mention it.

But now, isn't he too incapable to even show his face?
If this is the case, it means that he may not be able to take care of me now, even if I repent, he will have nothing to do with me.

As for holding grudges against me, that's not the case, because he is just a gift-giver, and I trade with someone else.

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

Fu Qingtong didn't seem very surprised, it should be Mu Ge who said something to him.

Some things are actually not difficult to think about. Muge disappeared for many years, obviously did nothing good, otherwise how could he not even reply to Zhenwu Temple, except for occasionally passing a message, it is no different from a dead person.

Either he couldn't help himself, or he was actively doing some shady things.

"Since Brother Meng has already made a decision, my opinion probably doesn't matter."

Fu Qingtong didn't want to turn against Meng Zhao, nor did he dare to turn against him, so he could only reply with a sigh.

As a middleman, if he gave things to Meng Zhao but confiscated what he got back, he would definitely be blamed and even held grudges, but what could he do?
Put a knife on Meng Zhao's neck and force him to hand over his things?
This is Meng Zhao, a quiet, strong man who has laid down his foundations and even pioneered repeatedly after he came to Lingwu City for a long time. His master Fuyang Zi has been friends with him for many years. What qualifications does he have to do this?

Don't want to live?
Meng Zhao was a little embarrassed, knowing that what he did would definitely make Fu Qingtong stick to the pot, but he couldn't be soft-hearted when it came to conflicts of interest.

He didn't have the idea of ​​directly repenting, he just said,
"Forget it, if I do this, it will make it difficult for Brother Fu, so come to my house to pick up things in three days."

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

Just as Fu Qingtong was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly heard a slightly soft and coquettish laugh, his head became dizzy, and with a thud, he passed out directly on the ground.

(End of this chapter)