The Supreme Being

According to the agreed date, Meng Qi came to Jiangdong Tower again.

Duanmu Bei led him into the previous room, and then calmly boiled water and made tea. Meng Qi, on the other hand, was not impatient. He sat upright in the chair across from him, gently rubbing the armrest, looking very leisurely, and did not ask anything about the furnace.

The two are competing patiently, and it seems that whoever speaks first will lose their normalcy, become impatient, and be at a disadvantage in the pending transaction.

The water mist curled up and the fragrance of tea spread. Duanmu Bei held a small pot and slowly poured green water into the teacup in front of him. With a smile, the teacup flew towards Meng Qi: "The water is as green as bamboo. The buds are like miniature leaves, and drinking it makes you feel refreshed and calm.”

Meng Qi stretched out his right hand, which was unremarkable. The teacup fell into his palm without making a single ripple.

"Good tea! It is bitter in the mouth and sweet in the aftertaste. I am truly a gentleman in tea." Meng Qi blew a breath, implying the true energy, moving the heaven and earth to test the toxicity. Then he took a sip, closed his eyes and tasted it. After a long time, he praised, Still not mentioning the furnace.

Duanmu Bei sighed: "I thought that since you have been trapped in Bomi for nearly twenty years, you will become eager for improvement and breakthroughs in everything, but I didn't know that you are really like an old monk with a Zen mind, peaceful and casual, and you are even better than me. Stay calm."

He couldn't stand it anymore and got to the point.

"It's difficult and dangerous to sow secrets, and you can't see too far. Sometimes in order to reap the rewards, you often have to wait for days or even months without moving at the same place. After more experience, you will never lose your patience." Meng Qi patted the handrail with a look of emotion. Wave.

This is the patience and willpower required to kill the Wolf King. What does it have to do with the old monk?

Duanmu Bei suddenly said: "I see, I have never been to Bomi, and I will inevitably be biased after hearing other people's rumors."

After a pause, he chuckled and said: "As for the matter of the furnace, I have already asked the owner. She said that she wants a lot, and it is troublesome to send messages back and forth. If she is really sincere, we can have an interview."

He didn't talk about the furnace at all, he just conveyed the message, so even if he spoke first, he wouldn't really be at a disadvantage. How could he be at a disadvantage if he didn't have something?

He is really an old fox. He was just showing off and testing Meng Qi’s truth!

After scolding a few times, Meng Qi's expression did not change, and he still gave people a deep and unpredictable feeling:

"It would be best if we could have an interview."

This was in line with his true purpose. Things went more smoothly than expected. The reputation of the Poison-Handed Demon Lord was quite useful!

Duanmu Bei was a little disappointed that Meng Qi didn't show any mood swings, so he made up his mind and said: "Three days from now, several powerful people from the left will gather to trade at Huoshao Lake in Hongfeng Mountain. She will also go, I will take you there."

Hongfeng Mountain is located in a county under Yingcheng. It has beautiful scenery and is famous for its maple trees. At the height of autumn, the forests are dyed red and the lake shines red, like a fire. It is so beautiful that it attracts many tourists, but it is still spring. , it has not yet reached the time when it shows its beauty and enchantment. It is inaccessible and the mountains are secluded with the singing of birds. It is just suitable for a meeting of the heretical.

"Okay." Old God Meng Qi nodded in agreement, leaving Duanmu Bei Zaisheng confused about his feelings.

He doesn't even care about the powerful leftists? Are you so confident in yourself?

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By the fire lake, inside Ci'an Temple.

In a Buddhist hall, there are about a dozen futons, most of which have people sitting cross-legged. The person holding the head is a fat monk. The fat rises and falls with his breathing, like layers of waves. His eyes are kind and wrinkled. Deep, with his hands intertwined up and down, placed flat in front of his body, and his body covered with a red cassock, he looks like the abbot "Anfa" of Ci'an Temple.

On the futon to the left of him, there sat a scholar in white clothes. He was in his thirties, with a white face and a beardless face. His face was elegant, his breath was like a deep ancient well, and his eyes were half-open and half-closed with a strange feeling. He seemed to be able to steal the soul and make people feel sad. Most people here dare not look directly.

There is a middle-aged woman sitting on the futon to the right of the abbot of Ci'an Temple. There are no wrinkles between the corners of her eyes and eyebrows. She is more mature and beautiful than when she was young. Although she is not very beautiful, her eyes always make people shake and have wild thoughts. .

The rest of the people are extraordinary, and Shen Yue, the "photographer", is also among them.

"You said that the poisonous hand came out of the secret and reappeared in the world?" The scholar in white still had his eyes half-open and half-closed.

Shen Yue nodded respectfully: "Yes, the senior soul-chasing senior has a good eye, and the junior dare not deceive him."

This scholar in white is none other than the soul-chasing demon king Mo Tiange. Hearing this, he revealed a gloomy smile: "We are old friends for many years, and we meet each other in Jiangzuo during the blooming season. It's really a joy."

The other leftists all frowned. The Poison-Handed Demon King has returned to the world. Is he not afraid of being pursued by the Luo Jiao, Mie Tian Clan and the Beggar Clan?

How strong is he now? Is it still as strong as it was when it was pointed at the black list?

"Bomi is not a good place to practice. You have wasted twenty years with poisonous hands, and you must be different from chasing souls. This is really your own fault." The abbot of Ci'an Temple sighed, "In the past, he was in the limelight. Seeing that We have to cross the first level of the ladder to become a master. No matter whether we are on the right path or our left path, who doesn’t look at him sideways? Even if the realm and strength are much higher than him, we must also consider his potential and value..."

In his speech, he regarded himself as a devil of evil ways, and was incompatible with the red cassock and the compassion and Zen.

The middle-aged beautiful woman covered her mouth and said with a smile: "The person whose realm and strength are far higher than him, could it be you yourself, Senior Fox?"

Ci'an Temple is quite famous in Jiangdong. It is considered a famous temple. The abbot is actually a member of the black list, the "Six Ultimate Demon" Linghu Tao!

Linghu Tao chuckled and did not answer the question. He turned to look at Shen Yue and said, "Have you ever seen the depth of Poison Hand when you met him face to face?"

All eyes looked at Shen Yue at the same time, waiting for his answer.

How can you tell others what happened when you were confused between reality and fantasy, and almost had a mental breakdown? Shen Yue secretly cursed a few times, then calmed down and said, "I can't tell the depth of the Poison Hand Demon Lord. I can only make a rough judgment based on his posture, words, and escape techniques. I'm afraid he's still wandering in the third heaven."

If you don't say this, how can you provoke a fight?

"As expected." The Soul-Chasing Demon Lord sighed, "Brother Poisonous Hand used to be very charming, and his words and deeds had the potential of being a Demon Lord. I have always admired him, but unfortunately now..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt quite regretful. It seemed that the current Poisonous Hand Demon Lord was no longer worthy of his comparison and attention, and he was not even interested in humiliating him.

Except for Shen Yue, the other evil spirits of the left path all nodded their heads. Over the past dynasties, those who hid in the secret broadcasts were rarely able to break through and come back out of the world.

As soon as the soul-chasing devil finished speaking, Linghu Tao suddenly raised his eyebrows and said, "Master Duanmu is here, eh..."

At the door of the meditation hall, Duanmu Bei, a smooth-skinned man with gray hair, appeared and walked in slowly. Behind him was a middle-aged man in a green robe, with frosty white temples and a soft hat on his head. His temperament was elegant and vicissitudes, and his eyes were calm. The whole person was so deep and restrained that he seemed to disappear.

Just now, Linghu Tao didn't sense him, and didn't notice him until he was close, so he said "Hey"!

"Poison hand..." The soul-chasing demon king's eyes suddenly opened, glowing with a strange light, pointing directly at the soul of the soul.

Poisonous Demon Lord? One by one, the powerful leftists turned around and looked at them carefully.

Meng Qi nodded slightly to the Soul-Chasing Demon Lord and the Six-Pole True Demon, calm and composed, without any sense of restraint or inferiority, and even more confident.

Duanmu Bei gave a brief introduction and took Meng Qi to sit on the empty futon.

"It turns out to be Mr. Poisonous Hand. I heard about him many years ago, but I just saw him today." Linghu Tao restrained his surprise and spoke with a smile, but there was something in his heart because he couldn't see through the depth of the Poisonous Hand Demon Lord.

All the powerful leftists had similar feelings. They were quite shocked and surprised. The Poison Hand Demon Lord seemed not to be restricted by the secrets. He was even more graceful and powerful than before!

The Soul-Chasing Demon Lord closed his eyes and smiled: "You are still as charming as Poisonous Hand, and I am very relieved. If I can't really suppress you, it will be a regret in my life."

There was no politeness in his words, and his enemies were extremely jealous when they saw him!

Meng Qi sat cross-legged on the futon, and there was no wave in the ancient well. He looked at Zhuihun with his eyes filled with vicissitudes of life, and chuckled: "I thought you had made a lot of progress in the past twenty years, but who knew..."

He shook his head expressionlessly, and everyone could hear the meaning behind his words.

You actually look down on the Soul-Chasing Demon Lord? Who gave him so much confidence! How strong is he? One after another, the powerful leftists came up with similar thoughts.

At this time, Duanmu Bei intervened to smooth things over: "This is Mrs. Baihua, the person who invited you for an interview."

While everyone was wondering what the interview was about, Mrs. Baihua smiled slightly, clapped her hands, and a woman came from the meditation room not far away. She had skin like a baby, beautiful appearance, pure temperament, conservative clothing, and walked like a weak willow supporting the wind. moving.

She looked at the strong men of the right path, her eyes showing fear, as frightened as a deer, without any charm, but it was this expression that aroused the deepest desire in people's hearts, wanting to She wants to be ravaged, and she wants to conquer, and this woman herself exudes some inexplicable "flavor" of attraction between men and women. Her clothes are conservative, ups and downs, and it makes people tear apart.

Suddenly, there was the sound of heavy breathing in the meditation hall. Even Linghu Tao, Soul Chasing Demon Lord and Duanmu Bei couldn't help but follow the figure and swallowed quietly.

Waiting for the woman to hide behind her, Mrs. Baihua looked at Meng Qi: "Mr. Poisonous Hands is unmoved. He seems not satisfied with the little girl?"

Meng Qi only glanced at the woman for a few times and then looked away, looking straight ahead, his eyes indifferent and unwavering, which looked very special.

Hearing this, he said with a smile: "It's very good in every aspect. I'm very satisfied with it. I hope it can be put to great use."

Having said this, he looked around at Linghu Tao, Soul Chasing Demon Lord, Duanmu Bei and others, and said with a magnetic voice: "Although beauty is attractive, it is only used for things. Why do you have to be so embarrassed? Mr. Linghu is old and is indulging in It’s understandable to enjoy it, but have you lost your ambition to pursue the soul?”

What he said fell into the ears of all the evil demons of the right way. In addition to being angry, there was also an inexplicable fear. In the eyes of the Poisonous Hand Demon Lord, such beauty is just a "thing for use" and has no emotional fluctuations. Seriously Cool yourself!

Apart from himself, no matter how beautiful or tempting other things are, are they just "for use" in his eyes? Just destroy it when you have no use for it?

Compared with the demons who pursue desires such as killing, this is the real demon!

The frosty white temples and elegant and restrained temperament all accentuate this feeling!

Before Linghu Tao and the Soul-Chasing Demon Lord could speak, Madam Baihua smiled sweetly and said, "Mr. Poisonous Hand is really extraordinary, but my daughter has always been precious and is used to shopping around. Is there anyone here who might be interested?"

The Soul-Chasing Demon Lord immediately looked at Meng Qi, with old and new hatreds welling up in his heart.

This is a forced test of strength... Meng Qi sighed, his facial expressions unchanged, and he still sat in a deep posture.