Zhao Yu's guess was good. The old monk's strength was indeed similar to that of the old ghost and the seventh elder. It can even be said that it was even better.

But what Zhao Yu didn't know was...the three of them actually knew each other.

"Master, I dare to ask for your magic number." After taking the Soul Recovery Pill, Zhao Yu clasped his hands together and said to the old monk with serious expressions: "To be honest, the Soul Recovery Pill is very important to me now. This love will be rewarded in the future."

Zhao Yu knew the cause of the incident. He did have his own compassion when he saved the young monk, but to be honest, the incident was caused by him.

Moreover, Zhao Yu believed that even if Zhao Yu didn't take action, the little monk would never have any problems.

It would be strange if such a big man is secretly protecting him and he can make trouble.

In the eyes of ordinary people, Saint Fighting Warriors may be the supreme existence. Some fighting warriors never even know that there are strong people above Saint Fighting Warriors in their entire lives. This is a matter of vision.

But Zhao Yu knew very well that in the eyes of the old monk and the seven old men, the Saint Warriors, were actually no different from ordinary warriors.

They are all existences that can be killed with just one slap.

Now Zhao Yu has understood why the Tianwu Sect, one of the seven major sects, was destroyed by the seven elders' sword.

After all, that's not strong enough.

Even when Yang Xiao talked about Tianwu Sect, he looked disdainful.

The most important reason why the Tianwu Sect, which is at the bottom, is that the elder in the Tianwu Sect has not appeared in the new sage realm for many years.

The old monk looked at Zhao Yu in surprise. From the moment he came into contact with him, Zhao Yu had never asked him about his magic number. From this we can see how arrogant Zhao Yu was in his heart.

He naturally knew that Zhao Yu must have noticed that his strength was extraordinary.

If it were an ordinary monk, Zhao Yu had already asked the other party about his Dharma name. The reason why he did not ask him was because Zhao Yu did not want to give people the illusion of climbing up the branches and hugging his thighs.

Now, after Zhao Yu took over this Soul Recovery Pill, according to normal thinking, he should not ask.

Because, this is so easy to deal with, at least you don’t need to repay this favor without knowing the other party’s identity.

But Zhao Yu asked, and his expression was very serious.

It turns out that he is a person who came out of the Bajue Sect, and his grudges are clear.

The old monk nodded in his heart and said with a smile: "My name is Jiewu."

Jiewu, such a strange magic number?

A hint of surprise flashed through Zhao Yu's heart, but he did not study it. The monk's Dharma name is sometimes very particular, so it can start with entering Buddhism or seniority.

But whether it is Yichan or Jiewu, there is no relationship between these two Dharma names, and even makes Zhao Yu feel a little confused.

"I'm not hiding it to Master Zhao, because I was too active when I was young, my master changed the Dharma name for me." The old monk Jiewu smiled bitterly and touched his bald head.

How active was Jie Wu back then? Among the seven ghosts of the Bajue Sect, at least four of them had fought with the monk Jie Wu. From this point of view, we can see from the side how terrifying Jie Wu is.

"Boy Zhao Yu, the young leader of the Bajue Sect, is now the young master of the Bajue Sect and Master Jie Wu. I have recorded this favor tonight." Zhao Yu clasped his fists seriously: "If you want something in the future, you will take action without hesitation without violating the principles."

A soul-recovering pill only gets a favor and takes action at once, which is a huge loss for anyone.

But if this person is the young leader of Bajue Sect, then the situation will be different.

If you know that a soul recovery pill can be exchanged for a favor from the young master of the Bajue Sect, you don’t know how many first-class forces will be selling their money in this world to buy and collect soul recovery pills to give to Zhao Yu.

After all, Zhao Yu had a glimpse of the three words Bajue Sect.

"Meeting is fate. A soul-returning pill and a human favor. I am ashamed of accepting it." The old monk Jiewu looked bitter. If he took out this soul-returning pill himself, then he could bear Zhao Yu's human favor openly.

Although Zhao Yu's current strength is not a big deal in his opinion, in terms of Zhao Yu's identity, the reward is too great.

Previously, the old monk Jiewu took out three Qi and Blood Pills because Zhao Yu took action to save a Zen monk.

What they monks value is the fate of drinking and pecking. No matter who the final target of the two Saint Warriors is, Zhao Yu took action to help the young monk Yichan in the ruined temple, which is a fact and cannot be erased.

So Jie Wu took out the Qi and Blood Pill that Zhao Yu needed the most in front of him.

But now, this soul-recovering pill was brought by Zhao Yu's master. If Jie Wu's old friend had not repeatedly told him not to tell Zhao Yu the truth, the old monk Jie Wu would have wanted to tell the truth.

This feeling of having something to say is so uncomfortable, and it is so uncomfortable to hold it in your heart.

"Master Jiewu, you can't say that." Zhao Yu still looked serious: "What you gave happens to be what I need most at this time, so you deserve this favor."

"No, no, I don't mean that." The old monk Jiewu thought for a while before whispering: "If I'm not wrong, donor Zhao should be planning to participate in the Ten Years of Martial Arts Discussion, right?"

"Yes." Zhao Yu did not hide it, and nodded directly. It was not that he was not scheming, but that he was scheming in front of a powerful man like Master Jiewu. That was simply a behavior of being uneasy and seeking death. Zhao Yu was not so stupid.

"So that's the case."

After thinking about it, something appeared in the old monk's hand, something familiar to Zhao Yu: Qianbian Grass.

Besides, the Huyue Sect had compensated a Qianbian grass before, but Zhao Yu gave it to Yang Xiao directly. Unexpectedly, the old monk Jiewu took out another one, and looked like he was going to give it to him?

Zhao Yu even doubted whether the old monk Jiewu’s magic name was wrong. The old monk’s magic name should be called Master Sancai.

In just a moment, the old monk Jiewu had already taken out three things that Zhao Yu needed most.

And more than that, after taking out the Qianbian Grass, the old monk frowned and took out another thing, something that made Zhao Yu's pupils suddenly shrink.

That was a word, a thing that was basically exactly the same as orchids in another world. The only difference was that this orchid was blood-colored.

His name is similar to orchids. A ten thousand years of blood orchid. Only a ten thousand years of blood orchid will be blood-colored. Only a ten thousand years of blood orchid is the most precious, so precious... you can hire a beautiful sky-level fighting skill.
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