C207 Zhao Wuming Came to Visit
C207 Zhao Wuming Came to Visit
He pointed at the finger bone, and a layer of faint white light immediately blossomed on it. There were faint red threads lingering around it.
After these few days of practice, he had made some discoveries. If he poured the Flame Separation Spell's Spiritual Force into it when he used a magic treasure, the power would be greatly increased.
However, the Flame Separation Spell had only been cultivating for a short period of time, and there weren't many Spiritual Force that he could transform into. Therefore, it was very limited when he used it.
The red light seemed to have stimulated the ferociousness in his finger bone. Its power was extremely strong, and the green plants in the room were swaying in the air without any wind.
"Thirteen breaths. Seventy percent of the Spiritual Force. I guess I've made some progress."
Yang Xuan gritted his teeth. While controlling the finger bone, he was silently calculating the time.
If he could control the finger bone for a long period of time, it would definitely increase his chances of winning. A treasure of this level, even if Zhao Hu had a higher cultivation base, it would still be difficult for him to defend against it.
When the Spiritual Force in his body was completely exhausted, he took out the crimson wooden sword and began cultivating.
This cultivation lasted for two full days. After that, a knock on the door pulled him out from his cultivation.
"Immortal Master Yang, His Majesty invites you."
One. A general respectfully stated his purpose of visit and brought Yang Xuan to a large hall.
In the center of the hall, Zhao Wuming stood there with a terrified expression. Emperor Chiang, on the other hand, was speaking to him with a kind expression.
"Brother Zhao!"
Yang Xuan was somewhat surprised. He looked at Emperor Chiang with a puzzled expression.
"Immortal Master Yang, you are finally here. This little brother Zhao has been waiting for you for a long time!"
"Mr Yang."
Zhao Wuming heaved a sigh of relief when he saw Yang Xuan. After all, facing the ruler of a country, the pressure in his heart was still very great. Even his face was filled with fear.
Yang Xuan looked at him from head to toe. Suddenly, a thought struck him. Between his brows, a golden light was blinking continuously, and it seemed as if it was going to break out of his body.
"King Chiang, can you..."
“ Oh! Immortal Master Yang, I still have some matters to attend to in the government. You guys can chat first. "
Emperor Chiang smiled. He glanced at Zhao Wuming and walked out.
The hall was silent.
Yang Xuan stared at Zhao Wuming. After seeing him take two steps back, he asked plainly, "Brother Zhao, why do I feel that you have changed?"
"Hehe, kid, your senses are quite sharp."
One. Strangely, Zhao Wuming kept his mouth shut the whole time and didn't say anything.
There wasn't a third person in the hall either.
"Who is it?!"
Yang Xuan was shocked. The spiritual pressure of a Third Stage instantly covered the entire hall. A small silver shield flew out from his sleeve and expanded to the size of a person, laying horizontally in front of him.
"Stinking brat, how long has it been since I last saw you? Even I can't remember you?"
The voice sounded again. Looking at the source of the voice, he found a black symbol on Zhao Wuming's forehead.
"You are?" Yang Xuan frowned. After thinking for a moment, his eyes widened. "You are a Black Panther!"
"Pah! Call me Master Bao!"
The symbol between his brows trembled, and a voice rang out once again.
Yang Xuan finally confirmed it and was immediately overjoyed. He put away the silver shield and approached Zhao Wuming with two steps. He looked at the symbol with a curious expression.
"Why did you enter Brother Zhao's forehead?"
"Ai, it's a long story. Give me your hand first."
"Give me your hand? What do you want?"
Yang Xuan was a little confused, but he still reached out his right hand as he had said.
Suddenly, the symbol on Zhao Wuming's forehead turned into a black light, and shot out from it. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared into Yang Xuan's palm, and a black symbol appeared there.
"Alright, Zhao brat, you can leave now."
The voice was heard again. This time, the source of the voice was Yang Xuan's right palm. It carried a hint of laziness and fatigue.
Yang Xuan was stunned. He looked at Zhao Wuming, then at his own palm. He did not understand what was going on.
Zhao Wuming, on the other hand, had been standing at the side from beginning to end. He was stunned and did not say anything.
"What are you still standing there for? Are you two stupid? Oh right, kid, where are the spiritual herbs you picked from the Desolate Ancient Land last time? Quick, eat two."
"What?"
Yang Xuan was completely dumbfounded. He looked at Zhao Wuming, wanting to know something from him.
Zhao Wuming only scratched his head and said in fear, "Mr Yang, this Black Panther... Master Bao, it was struck by lightning at that time. Later, it entered my brain and kept asking me to find you, so, I..."
"Was struck by lightning?"
Yang Xuan frowned and thought of his reaction three days ago. He immediately understood and asked, "Black Panther, don't you have a magic treasure that can suppress lightning? Why was it struck by lightning again?"
"Don't mention it."
This time, the voice did not come out. Instead, it rang directly in Yang Xuan's mind. "That cauldron is seriously injured. It can't be used for a long period of time. I can only place my hopes in your bodies and conceal my aura. Also, it will help me recover a little. "
Yang Xuan restrained his mind and sensed for a moment.
The current aura of the Black Panther was indeed a little weak. It was floating in his palm, and it couldn't even be compared to his own Spiritual Force.
"Are you injured?"
"What do you think!?"
The Black Panther's voice was filled with hatred. "A few old things seem to recognize me. They rely on their numbers. They forcefully beat me until I was seriously injured, and then I was struck by a dozen or so lightning bolts. If that brat surnamed Zhao hadn't met me, I'm afraid I would have already turned into ashes by now. "
It chuckled, and its words carried a dense coldness that penetrated Yang Xuan's heart, causing him to shiver.
"All the life-saving spiritual herbs have been used up, and the treasures have almost been destroyed. It's only a matter of time before I settle this score with them."
Yang Xuan was speechless. He felt the boundless killing intent of the Black Panther, and his heart shivered. After hesitating for a moment, he said to Zhao Wuming, "Brother Zhao, I hope you won't spread this matter."
He was somewhat worried. The matter of the Black Panther had always been a mystery in his heart. Judging from the current situation, it seemed like he had provoked someone. If he was dragged into this matter, given his current strength, it would be difficult for him to fight back.
It was best to be careful. He didn't want to cause any trouble.
Zhao Wuming nodded his head repeatedly. He almost pointed to the sky and swore an oath. Luckily, he was stopped by Yang Xuan.
"Brother Zhao, did you come to the capital city alone?"
"No. Zhu Quan, City Lord, came to the outer perimeter of the capital city to work. I followed him."
Yang Xuan nodded. Now that Zhu Quan's matter had come to an end, he felt much more at ease.
After catching up with Zhao Wuming for a while, he left and returned to the small courtyard alone.
In fact, this was mostly because of the Black Panther's urging. It was currently too weak and urgently needed spirit herbs to replenish itself.
Once he returned to the room and sealed the surroundings with the Spiritual Force, Yang Xuan took out all the spiritual herbs, including the one that the Black Panther left for him.