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Chapter 457 The Weasel Asks for a Title

Chapter 457 The Weasel Asks for a Title (Subscription Request)
Under the starlight and moonlight, a black shadow sat in the middle of the official road and slowly stood up, just like a normal person.

The black shadow slowly stood up and acted like a human. He bowed slowly towards Li Qingtian and then slowly spoke.

"Young man, do you think I look like a human or a god?"

A relatively calm voice sounded slowly.

However, the voice was intermittent and hoarse.

Even if you don't listen carefully.

I guess I can't hear it clearly, but if I listen carefully I can definitely hear the meaning.

"A weasel asking for a title?"

No, how could such a weird thing happen to me?
It shouldn't be.

Nowadays, even a weasel can practice normally, and it shouldn't be difficult to make a leap to a higher level.

But currently.

This weasel just had to come out and ask for a title.

This has to make people suspicious.

This weasel must have something wrong with its brain or something.

"How dare you ask me about the title? Are you mentally ill?"

Therefore, Li Qingtian shouted at him.

"You look like a hammer to me!"

He spat out a word in a bad mood.

I am unfamiliar with the place and have nothing to do with you, a weasel.

But you actually dare to come to me to ask for a title?
Really desperate.

Still like a human or a god?
To me, you look like a hammer.

The kind that can be killed with one blow of a hammer.

You have to know.

I am a quasi-saint-level warrior, how dare you do this to me!
weasel:"……"

this moment.

The weasel's whole body froze and its mind was a little confused.

No, what does it mean to look like a hammer?

I am a weasel. I not only learn to talk like humans, but also learn to walk like humans.

What's wrong with being human?

Still like a hammer?

My appearance has nothing to do with the hammer.

And the imagined magical events after requesting the title include the fortune and destiny of the person who receives the title.

Nothing happened.

Just like a common occurrence.

It's no use at all.

This makes it difficult for the weasels on the road to find their way.

However, when the weasel saw Li Qingtian's playful expression, he instantly understood.

I was actually deceived.

"Young man, you are looking for death!"

The weasel immediately became angry and opened its mouth to swallow Li Qingtian.

If it weren't for this remote place.

If it weren't far away from the orthodox monastic center.

How could such a thing as asking for a title happen?

The weasel became angrier and angrier as he thought about it. "This is just my first time out here. I followed the method passed down by my ancestors, but I failed the first time."

He was immediately filled with anger.

I felt so ashamed and angry that it was difficult to calm my inner anger.

It looked so indignant that people who didn't know might think that Li Qingtian was bullying animals.

"Why, you are so angry because you failed to get the title that you want to eat the person in front of you?"

"But you are asking for a title only to gain the luck of the person who bestowed the title."

Don’t think that I don’t understand because I’m young.

There are many tricks here.

I know it clearly.

"Get down!"

Li Qingtian was still sitting on the horse, with no intention of taking action.

Just a cold shout.

It shocked his mind.

The weasel was forced to fall from mid-air.

His magical power was like stagnant water, without causing any ripples, and the weasel lay on the ground like a dead dog.

It seems as if it is carrying tens of millions of stones on its shoulders, and as if there are hundreds of thousands of mountains pressing down on its head.

If it weren't for the daily collection of essence and refinement of energy, and the tempering of spirit and soul, it would also have strengthened the body and learned some wonderful things.

I'm afraid it has been crushed.

Just one blow was enough to crush this ignorant weasel so hard that it couldn't stand up.

"hiss!"

"What kind of existence have I provoked?"

"His scolding made my soul shaken and uneasy, as if it were porcelain that would break at the slightest touch."

"If I hadn't been tempering my soul and body day and night, I would have died in that instant."

Even thinking back on it now, the weasel is still terrified.

At this moment, it only regretted that its parents had not given it a pair of wings, otherwise it could have flapped its wings and flew away.

pity……

"You little weasel, how dare you come to me to ask for a title? You must be drunk and didn't find the right target!"

Who am I?

A powerful quasi-saint, a traveler through the heavens, his cultivation has reached the pinnacle of quasi-sainthood.

That's it, the result...

After coming to this big world.

A small weasel with an unremarkable appearance and no idea of the immensity of heaven and earth actually came to ask for a title from me. What kind of thing is this!

Is it...

You, the weasel, have already embarked on the path of cultivation.

Can’t you just work hard at cultivation on your own?

Asking for a title is a shortcut!

"Senior, no, Immortal, are you just going to treat me like a fart?"

"It's all my fault for being ignorant. I will correct my mistakes and promise not to ask for a title again."

"If you are worried, I can swear..."

Seeing that Li Qingtian had no intention of believing it.

The weasel hurriedly explained, and was so nervous that he spoke a lot faster.

At this moment, its body was trembling.

It was afraid that Li Qingtian would yell at it again, or slap its small body.

It might be gone.

One slap can kill them all, and possibly even destroy their entire soul.

One day, I suddenly had an idea and wanted to take a shortcut.

After all, in some inherited memories, our ancestors also used this method to improve their Taoism.

If you practice on your own.

It's really terrible, so scary.

Therefore, it doesn't want to work hard anymore.

That's why he came here to ask for a title, thinking that he would have a chance to get one, gain some benefits, and improve his Taoism.

But, it’s not good to offend anyone.

This weasel just had to provoke Li Qingtian.

A powerful quasi-saint.

In this world, who can disrespect it, unless he is a saint of a higher level.

If Li Qingtian hadn’t been so kind and merciful.

In the first moment, he spoke and shattered his soul and body.

There is only one reason for saving his life.

He wanted to ask clearly...

"Don't talk nonsense, and don't say these useless things. I have something to ask you. If you answer well, maybe I can save your life."

But what if the answer is not good?

The results speak for themselves.

"Ask, ask."

"I know everything. I know everything about the world, the East China Sea, the northern border, the Western Desert Buddhist Kingdom, the Southern Divine Land, and the Central Plains Tang Dynasty."

Upon hearing that this senior on horseback wanted to know something.

The weasel knew that its chance to survive had come, if it was lucky.

Maybe I can really survive.

But if you are unlucky, you can only blame yourself for your bad luck.

"You are obviously a weasel, born with intelligence and good fortune, so you can naturally practice Taoism. You can obviously practice Taoism on your own. If a hundred years doesn't work, you can practice for a thousand years, or even ten thousand years. You should be able to learn Taoism."

"But you don't want to practice self-cultivation or hide in the mountains, but you want to do evil things here. Don't you know that taking shortcuts will eventually cost you a price?"

Following Li Qingtian's cold question.

The weasel was stunned for a moment, and then explained, "The thing is, I originally thought that it was too difficult to practice here. Although it belongs to Shenzhou, it is located in a remote place, so naturally I am not afraid of someone causing trouble."

"And, mainly... I think that asking for a title and gaining the luck of others to increase my cultivation is a quick way to gain it."

"So I came to the avenue rashly, hoping to learn the secret method passed down by my ancestors and ask for a title. Who knew I would meet you, the Immortal..."

The weasel also felt depressed.

This just happened to happen.

Originally, I thought I would never meet him.

In a remote area like this, normally there would be no strong people appearing.

Normally, let alone a quasi-saint or immortal saint like Li Qingtian.

Even if one becomes an immortal, it is still rare.

"Humph!"

"You have obviously gained luck, intelligence, and the possibility of cultivation, but you choose not to follow the right path, but to take the crooked path instead!"

"Today, you are lucky to have met me, otherwise you would not be able to die a thousand times."

"Now that you have finished your story, tell me what you know about the world!"

"The situation in each area, as well as the various forces, powerful people, etc."

"If you dare to ask me for my life, you should know the consequences..."

A few simple words made the weasel's hair stand on end.

No, it’s the Immortal.

Those things about the East Sea, the North Land, and the West Desert were all just bragging by me...

It's not true at all.

Don't believe those things, they are all hearsay.

Don't take it seriously...

Cough!

At this moment, he needs to explain something.