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"There's no need for a small character like Mr. Xing to reveal his strength, right?"
After returning to the house, Aojiao said a little puzzled.
"Xiao Chen's origin of the Heavenly Saint Law is now broken, and there is a lack of mana in the sea of ??consciousness, but his physical body is still there, and the power of the five dragons is running, which is fifty million kilograms of strength.
Even if a Grandmaster-level Martial Saint comes, he is only on par with Xiao Chen. It is very unlikely to completely shock him.
"If the magic power hadn't been restored, the origin of the law was broken, and the gods could not cast it when they descended to earth, even the Grandmaster Martial Saint could have killed him with one punch.
Mr. Xing is a young man who has just joined the Martial Saint. Xiao Chen can make the opponent retreat in the face of difficulties with just a little use of the power of a dragon.
But in the tavern, Xiao Chen used the momentum of the five dragons to directly knock the opponent over, leaving Ao Jiao a little confused.
After all, Xiao Chen has many enemies now. The old Poseidon Emperor¡¯s subordinates are probably looking for him all over the world, and the people from Zhoutian Star Palace must also be looking for him.
Those casual cultivators who coveted his treasures were also looking for him, so they should have kept a lower profile.
In order to conceal his identity, the Qingfeng robe, which was transformed into a blue color by the Azure Dragon King's badge, has been replaced by other ordinary clothes.
The iconic Poseidon turban has also been taken off long ago, in order to minimize the chance of exposing one¡¯s identity in the sea.
Now it is doing the opposite, which is very puzzling.
Xiao Chen took out the blue crystal again, looked at the bit of true sun fire that was frozen, and said: "You will know in a moment. By the way, show me the formula of the elixir to restore the origin of the law."
The elixir is called Tianyuan Dan, and the elixir recipe has been written by Aojiao. It is a type of elixir she came into contact with when she was following the Thunder Emperor.
The quality of Tianyuan Pill has reached the king level, and the materials required are extremely precious, so you need to spend a lot of money to buy it.
Money matters are nothing to Xiao Chen now.
It is rare to be a master alchemist who refines Tianyuan Pill. Xiao Chen only knows the alchemy method of the Immortal Era, but does not know the orthodox alchemy technique of the Martial Dao Era.
Even if you spend a lot of money to search for the materials, it will be in vain if no one refines them.
Xiao Chen fell into deep thought. It was not easy to find a master-level alchemist.
"Someone is coming." Aojiao in the fairy ring said softly.
Xiao Chen¡¯s consciousness swept away and he came a little earlier than expected. This Miss Mo family is indeed a smart person.
"That's right, Xiao Chen took action in the tavern just to attract this woman.
Whether it¡¯s the real sun fire or the pendant on this woman¡¯s chest, Xiao Chen is determined to win it.
From the few words of the boy, Xiao Chen roughly understood that the situation of the Mo family in Suiyunhai was not good.
Because of her beauty, Miss Mo encountered a lot of troubles. Although she solved them one by one with clever means, it was not a long-term solution after all.
?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Then there is room for negotiation, I help her solve these troubles, in exchange for the pendant on her chest, temporarily borrowing the true fire of the sun.
If it¡¯s not enough, you can add something more.
If you want to talk, you must first show some of your strength. It is best for the other party to speak first.
¡° Anyway, he doesn¡¯t have any good ideas on how to borrow the Taiyin True Fire and get the pendant on Mo Chen¡¯s chest, so he¡¯ll give it a try first.
It¡¯s the best you can do, and if you can¡¯t, think of other ways.
After putting the elixir away, Xiao Chen raised his hand and the door creaked open. Mo Chen, wearing a veil, was standing outside the door and was about to knock on the door.
"Miss Mo, please come in."
Mo Chen floated slightly, and looked at Xiao Chen with eyes like stars and gems. He was dressed in ordinary clothes, with long unkempt hair, hanging casually.
There are no precious secret treasures or decorations that can reveal his identity on his body.
Xiu is like a fake bag. It is indeed only the situation of the martial arts, but it is just such a person.
Mo Chen secretly compared Xiao Chen with the prodigies from the big seas that she had seen. She had seen many truly peerless prodigies in the southern seas.
At a young age, all of them have the cultivation of top-grade martial saints, and even some of the wizards in Zhoutian Star Palace have the cultivation of master-level martial saints.
Compared with those people, the Xiao Chen in front of him has a clear temperament difference, and there is no trace of the arrogance of a genius.
There is only one pair of eyes, which is so profound and boundless that it is impossible to see through or understand clearly.
"Young Master, I don't seem to be surprised by Mo Chen's appearance." Mo Chen said softly.
Xiao Chen smiled: "I was the one who brought you here, how could you be surprised? Sit down!"
With a stretch of his hand, a chair flew up out of thin air and landed firmly next to Mo Chen.
The two of them sat down, and Mo Chen took out the pendant from his neck. Under the necklace, which looked like green leaves, hung a red and white broken flower ornament.
The color is bright and shiny, but the feeling it brings to people is an uncontrollable sadness.
In the language of flowers, the red and white flowers represent passionate love.
But the red and white flowers in front of me are actually a withered flower.
In the most gorgeous moment, withering and decaying, the passion is gone, the lover is gone, and only sadness is left, lingering in the heart.
Under Xiao Chen¡¯s gaze, the red and white remaining flowers shimmered in bursts of light, and when the strong wind blew, pieces of crystal petals flew out.
The strong wind is ruthless, the broken flowers are like blood, it hurts the heart and is filled with sadness.
That¡¯s right, this is definitely made from the Throne of Sorrow. It¡¯s terrifying enough that it actually affects my emotions invisibly.
????????????? If this pendant affects your mood during a battle, one mistake will lead to catastrophe.
Xiao Chen calmed down his emotions and was secretly vigilant.
"You boarded the Ziyun Ship just because of this broken flower pendant, right?"
With Mo Chen¡¯s intelligence, if he still couldn¡¯t guess why Xiao Chen was staring at her chest in the first place, his reputation would be in vain.
Broken flower pendant?
Could it be that the other party doesn't know that this is the prototype of the Throne of Sorrow, which was once refined by the ancient supreme evil king.
"This is a pendant passed down from the ancestors of my Mo family. In terms of use value, it is more precious than many powerful king-level secret treasures." Mo Chen continued: "Young master, if you want this pendant, it is not impossible. You can keep it with me for a year." The bodyguard can be handed over to the Young Master after one year."
Being a bodyguard for one year means ensuring the safety of the other party within one year.
Xiao Chen said calmly: "It's not impossible for me to be your bodyguard for a year, but just a pendant is not worth my stay in the Mo family for a year."
Mo Chen frowned slightly: "That's a big statement. The physical body has become a saint. It can exert the power of five dragons, but it is barely comparable to the Grandmaster-level Martial Saint. In the Broken Cloud Sea, although the Grandmaster Martial Saint is powerful, it is not the top." , I, the Mo family, are not afraid of Grandmaster Martial Saint."
"If I hadn't been forced by the situation, I wouldn't have made such a move. This broken flower pendant is also an ancestral possession of my Mo family."
The tone of his words was very strong, even a little angry, and he felt that Xiao Chen thought too highly of himself.
"I hired the other party with a broken flower pendant for a year, and I have already suffered a big loss. It's a bit too much to show dissatisfaction."
Xiao Chen Mingrui grasped the other party's tone and smiled without arguing: "Well, you are right, I am indeed only as strong as the Martial Saint. In this way, I will agree to your request first, but let's make a bet How about it?"
"What bet?"
"If one day you feel that you have made a profit by using the broken flower pendant and hiring me for a year, then you agree to one more request from me. Of course, this request will definitely not cross the line and will not violate the most basic etiquette."
Under the veil, the corners of Mo Chen's mouth raised slightly, and he smiled confidently: "You are really not ordinary arrogant. Those genius disciples in Zhoutian Xing Palace will not talk to me like this, so I will bet on you!"
This woman has indeed seen people in the world, no wonder she would be dismissive of that Mr. Star.
Compared with the disciples of Zhoutian Xing Palace, the young leaders of Yunhai Region are indeed not worth mentioning.
But in Xiao Chen¡¯s eyes, the disciples of Zhoutian Star Palace were nothing. Even the first female disciple of the Taiyin Palace was forced to hide her face and run away from him.
"Hehe, Xiao Chen, you really suffered a big loss this time. Your strength will definitely recover in less than half a year. When the time comes to break and then stand, the Heavenly Saint Law will be transformed immediately. With the Sea Emperor's Crown, no ordinary quasi-emperor will be your opponent. "
After Mo Chen left, Ao Jiao smiled softly.
"I must get the Broken Flower Pendant. But in her hands, as long as she has a thought, she can destroy it immediately. Let's promise her first. She will lose the bet anyway, and borrowing the Sun's True Fire will not be a loss. ¡±
Xiao Chen smiled slightly and said lightly. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com