Zhao Hao could see that Ji Sanbian and Long Kaishan were wearing pairs of pants.

He also knew that things were not as easy as Ji Sanbian said, and some tricks must have been hidden.

Zhao Hao saw through and didn't say it out loud, and chose to go with the flow.

Once upon a time, he was just a naughty man.

Now, I look like a naughty man.

There are subtle changes in this.

In fact, if you can go to something like the Eight Desolations and Six He, you can go or not. Seeing Ji Sanbian mention Kunlun so indignantly, Zhao Hao wanted to go and take a look.

Once upon a time, Zhao Hao thought that ancient martial artists were just like this, especially when he was in the first-level evolution world, the ancient martial artists he encountered were basically defeated. But later something was wrong, for example, the sudden appearance of Gu Chen in the Emperor Palace made him unable to see through, which can be said to have subverted Zhao Hao's cognition.

His thinking is no longer limited to ancient warriors, and he has a conjecture: there is a mysterious force lurking on the earth.

That Gu Chen may be one of this mysterious power.

Zhao Hao really wanted to figure out how powerful the hidden mysterious power was.

There happened to be an opportunity in front of him. He knew Ji Sanbian's ability. When such a master who opened six gene locks and had the ability to break the Yuanshi chaos, when he mentioned the Kunlun Sect, he obviously had helplessness and fear in his anger, which shows Kunlun's strength.

So Zhao Hao became even more excited. He wanted to know what level the Kunlun School, who could not even explain the knowledge of everything, had reached.

Whether it is said that he is as lonely as snow or that he is too cold to the heights, Zhao Ritian is already the first in the second-level Tiandi title list. The Mirage Emperor is dead, and Zhao Hao has lost the goal that can be challenged. He is very much looking forward to meeting that kind of strong opponent.

"Brother Zhao, as I said, I have failed twice." Ji San hardened his teeth and cheered Zhao Hao up: "This matter is embarrassing, and it may give Brother Zhao a reassurance. Kunlun regards himself as the righteous way of the world and will not start a massacre. Our first two failures were driven out. You have also seen that I am still alive. Take a step back and say that Brother Zhao cooperates with us, and even if he fails, he will not be in danger of his life."

Zhao Hao didn't know whether to say that this guy was terrified or praised the other party for his indomitable Olympic spirit. He seemed to breathe a sigh of relief: "Then I have no problem, it's okay to go and see it."

Ji Sanbian just breathed a sigh of relief when Ying Xingkong next to him suddenly spoke: "I have a problem."

Long Kaishan and Ji Sanbian were both shocked. This bearded man who seemed to be an artist was usually taciturn and could not make a fart with three sticks. What does it mean to suddenly pull the hind legs? Long, Ji and Ying met at a very young age, but the relationship has always been awkward, because Ying Xingkong was too withdrawn and liked to be alone, so that the three of them rarely interacted with each other.

"Big Bearded Man, what can you have?" Ji Sanbian said with dissatisfaction, worried that Big Bearded Man would disrupt the bad things.

Ying Xingkong reached out and pointed at Zhao Hao, and said indifferently: "He!"

"Me?" Zhao Hao looked like he was still shot while lying down: "What advice do you have?"

Ying Xingkong said without any hesitation: "Come with me, someone wants to see you."

Zhao Hao smiled: "Give me a reason."

Ying Xingkong indeed gave a reason: "Being entrusted by others, being loyal to others."

"Nonsense!" Ji Sanbian was furious and said before Zhao Hao spoke: "Big Bearded, I don't care which boss you follow or what requests your client made. Don't pull everyone at this time!"

"Big Beard, you've been a little over this time. For my sake, forget it this time, don't make a big deal." Long Kaishan also spoke.

"It was for your sake that I asked him. You know I don't like to solve problems with my mouth." The bearded man with vicissitudes of literature and art was quite confident: "My client called for a name and wanted to live. Either he would go with me, or I knocked him out and took him over, you can choose it yourself."

This tone is so great that it is comparable to a yawning toad.

Judging from the bearded man's meaning, even if Ji Sanbian and Long Kaishan came forward to stop him, he could knock Zhao Hao out and take him away if he fought with one or two, no, one or three.

Zhao Hao looked at the bearded monster uncle with interest, and suddenly felt very interesting.

He originally thought that the other party had been passed down for thousands of years of ancient blood and had revolutionary friendships for thousands of years, and it must be a solid piece of solid. Now it seems that it is not the same thing. In this way, there will be room for operation here.

So Zhao Hao was so straightforward and touching: "I want to see who can invite you, and I also want to see who is the sacred person. It is not impossible to meet him."

Ying Xingkong: "It is better to go to the sun than to choose a date, so go now."

"Not now." Zhao Hao said: "Brother Ji and I have something to do. In seven days, I can go to see that person."

"Okay." The bearded man was very straightforward, and after that, he got up and left.

Long Kaishan was not vague, and he left after a few words.

After seeing off the two, Ji Sanbian looked at Zhao Hao helplessly: "Brother, you are confused. I'm afraid it will be difficult to be kind to see the client of the bearded man."

Zhao Hao started talking about the topic: "I'm very curious, what do you mean by the boss and client?"

"What else can it mean? It's what you understand. We usually have to eat and dress and have to live under someone else's roof." Ji Sanbian sighed, and there was an indescribable loneliness between his eyebrows.

Zhao Hao was surprised: "Brother Ji is joking. I don't know others. Just rely on your personal skills, you will be a hot commodity everywhere you go. It is exaggerated to live under someone else's roof. A family like wind, flowers, snow, and moon that can stand for hundreds of years. You, a tiger general who has been in trouble for thousands of years, isn't worse than the four major families, right?"

"Brother, you are half right. The so-called hot commodity is also being recruited by others and working for others." Ji Sanbian smiled bitterly: "Oh, it's hard to describe it. In the war years, our ancestors lived in seclusion in the mountains and forests and missed the opportunity to get away from the dragon. You should be able to imagine what happened later. In short, the relevant departments do not like us, and the so-called upright sects cannot tolerate us... To put it nicely, it's ancient bloodline, to put it bluntly, it's hard to survive in the cracks!"

Zhao Hao suddenly realized that in connection with some of the actual situations he knew, he could probably imagine Ji Sanbian's situation.

"Brother, keep the gossip for later. I will keep my word. I will show you this book "The Heavenly Realm" for seven days. Let's first villain and then gentleman. You can read it in this hotel, and I'm guarding at the door. If you don't understand, please ask me. Seven days later, Brother Zhao will return the Heavenly Realm to the original owner." Ji Sanbian took out a black wooden box very carefully and handed it to Zhao Hao.

Zhao Hao opened it and saw an antique... bamboo slips inside!

This thing is quite scientific. Papermaking originated in the Western Han Dynasty. Cai Lun improved it in the Eastern Han Dynasty and later developed it and became one of the four great inventions in China. If Ji Sanbian's ancestors were really the Five Tiger Generals of Xiang Yu's era, there would be no paper at all in that era, and there was nothing wrong with using bamboo slips to engrave words.

The bamboo slips are spread out, not too long, there is no text on them, only a carved pattern.

It's called a pattern, but it's a bit like a ghost-drawing talisman.

It is difficult for Zhao Hao to associate this kind of thing with peerless magical skills. He suspected that Ji Sanbian just used an antique to fool him.

After carefully looking at the pattern on the bamboo slip, Zhao Hao gradually became fascinated.

There was only one picture on the bamboo slip, but Zhao Hao saw many different pictures like he was watching a slide.

He was immersed in it, his eyes almost sinking into it.
Chapter completed!