Chapter 989: Exchange (Third Shift)

"Wait!" Lao Song turned his head and said.

The ugly young man paused, then continued walking.

Lao Song hurriedly said, "Who are you?"

"Zhao Dahe!" The ugly young man waved his hand, and continued to walk further away from him.

Old Song said in a deep voice, "What are the conditions?"

Chu Li stopped, turned his head and looked over: "White Tiger Divine Art!"

Lao Song breathed a sigh of relief, luckily he didn't want to deal with the young master.

Immediately he became more careful, why did he ask for the White Tiger Magic Art from himself? Obviously he knew his relationship with the young master, so he hid the young master himself.

Chu Li said lightly: "Don't worry, I'm not asking you to deal with Zheng Yanwu."

Lao Song finally concluded that he knew that the son was hiding in his home.

Chu Li said: "What I want is the complete White Tiger Magic Art. If you can get it, I will exchange it with the Rejuvenation Pill!"

"How do I know you're not lying to me!" Old Song said.

His heart was beating hard.

Of course he knew the name of Huichun Pill, the unique medicine of Guangming Shengjiao, which could restore martial arts.

If it is an ordinary disciple, it is impossible to obtain this pill. Zhao Dahe is a genius among geniuses, and he is a key figure cultivated and protected by the Guangming Sacred Church. It is not surprising that he is pregnant with the Rejuvenation Pill.

If he could take the Rejuvenation Pill, he would be able to come back from the martial arts that he had spent many years, and his life expectancy would suddenly become more than two hundred years old, or even three hundred years old. For him who did not have a few years to live, it was an irresistible temptation.

Chu Li said: "I, Zhao Dahe, will never break my promise, you can inquire about my reputation!... Besides, it's just a rejuvenation pill, it's not a big deal!"

"You will kill me to silence me." Lao Song said in a deep voice.

Chu Li glanced at him sideways, and said coldly: "Why do you want to kill you? If I don't secretly learn the White Tiger Divine Art, the White Tiger Sect will spare me? I have secretly learned the White Tiger Divine Art, what can the White Tiger Sect do to me? Afraid it will leak out It's you instead?"

Old Song was speechless and nodded slowly.

Although the young master went down the mountain privately, violating the centuries-old rule that masters are not allowed to walk in martial arts and disturb the world, and would be punished by the sect to abolish martial arts, but if Zhao Dahe killed the young master, the sect would never forget it and must take revenge.

Then he realized that the young master was not dead, but he had already regarded the young master as a dead person!

"Do you have the complete technique of the White Tiger Divine Art?" Chu Li said indifferently.

"Yes!" Lao Song said in a deep voice.

Chu Li took a deep look at him, and found that Lao Song hadn't lied, and indeed had the complete white tiger magic skill.

"Do you want to exchange it?" Chu Li took out a jade bottle from his arms, and poured out a snow-white pill. Suddenly, a small knife as thin as a cicada's wing appeared between his fingers. With a light swipe, the pill split into two .

Chu Li tossed him half of it: "Take this, and take the remaining half within a quarter of an hour, so that the medicinal power won't disperse!"

Lao Song took it and stared at half of the strange pills, with an uncertain expression on his face.

Chu Li didn't urge him, but just looked at him with a smile.

Old Song Xin was struggling violently. At one moment, he couldn't betray the White Tiger Sect, and he couldn't let go of the White Tiger's magical skills. At another moment, he had only a few years to live, and the sect couldn't help him recover his martial arts.

After a few breaths, the desire to survive overwhelmed him, he closed his eyes and swallowed the pill.

Suddenly a gust of fresh air lingered among the internal organs, and then rushed into the dantian.

The dried-up meridians seemed to have regained their warmth, and the dantian also produced a faint heat, as if a seed was about to break out of the ground at any time, but it never came out. This feeling made him anxious and longing.

Chu Li smiled and said, "But really?"

"Follow me!" Lao Song said in a deep voice.

Chu Li nodded in satisfaction: "If you don't play tricks, I can give you the remaining half at any time."

"Don't worry!" Lao Song said slowly.

The two returned to his house and went into the study.

Lao Song took out a thick collection of poems from the bookshelf and handed it to him: "The formulas and the white tiger catalog are all in it. My painting skills may be average, and I can't achieve both form and spirit."

Chu Li quickly flipped through it, there were nine pictures of white tigers in total, and there were nearly a hundred words of formulas.

He was thoughtful, the nine diagrams were different from the White Tiger Alchemy Yang diagram, but there was a faint connection between them, and these formulas were profound and difficult, which made him frown.

"Is the method of empowerment used in your martial arts inheritance?" Chu Li said.

"Yes." Lao Song nodded: "The nine pictures use the method of empowerment."

"Practice once and I'll see." Chu Li said.

Although Lao Song wondered why he wanted to watch him practice, and he couldn't see what was in his mind, he didn't disobey it. A quarter of an hour would soon pass, and the feeling of urgency in his dantian was getting weaker and weaker. Want to recover martial arts.

As soon as he finished, he became more and more eager, unable to resist Chu Li's request.

So he sat on the couch and began to exercise, and the nine pictures of white tigers appeared in his mind one by one.

Seeing what was going on in his mind, Chu Li nodded secretly. This old Song was really honest, and he really gave the white tiger magic power to himself, and he didn't play tricks and rape him, and took the opportunity to hurt himself.

"Okay." Chu Li said.

Lao Song opened his eyes with a complicated expression: "Actually, it's useless to know the White Tiger's magical skills. The formulas are difficult. There are huge and complicated practice notes in the White Tiger School. Without the practice notes of these senior masters, even if you get the formulas, you can't understand and practice."

Chu Li said: "You don't need to worry about this, come on, this is the other half."

He threw the remaining half of the pill to Lao Song.

Lao Song hesitated, glanced at him, and put it in his mouth.

He was also worried about whether Chu Li would play tricks in the pills. He is not a master of heaven and earth now, and he has no intuition of danger. Even if it is poisonous, he cannot detect it in advance.

But now, he has no choice but to gamble on Chu Li's character.

A stream of clean energy enters the internal organs, and then gathers in the dantian. The aura that was just about to move suddenly swells, like a seed breaking through the ground. A trace of internal energy gathers in the dantian, and finally becomes more and more intense. From acquired master, to innate, and then to heaven .

"Bang!" His clothes were windless, and his snow-white man's eyebrows were fluttering, as if he was in a strong wind.

Chu Li looked at him with a smile.

Lao Song opened his eyes, and the radiance shot out like a substance.

Chu Li cupped his fists together: "Congratulations!"

Lao Song clasped his fist hard, feeling inexplicably grateful.

He didn't expect Chu Li to keep his promise so much.

Chu Li said: "For the sake of our happy transaction, I will give you a word."

"Please speak!" Lao Song said in a deep voice.

Chu Li said: "Get out of here, lest the White Tiger Sect get angry at you, the world is so big, there is nowhere to go!"

Old Song frowned at him.

Chu Li said indifferently: "Because you were a useless person before, the seniors of the Holy Cult did not take your life!"

Lao Song shook his head: "I will not abandon you, my lord!"

"He's dead!" Chu Li cupped his fists and floated away.

He appeared in Dafeng Ruo, and when he came to the house of the two women, he saw a middle-aged beautiful woman healing the two women.

The two women sat side by side on the couch, and the middle-aged beautiful woman sat behind them, pressing the back of one of them with her palm, her hair steaming white.

Chu Li sat aside and watched without disturbing.

After a cup of tea, the middle-aged woman closed her palms and opened her bright eyes to look at him.

Chu Li clasped his fists together: "This senior is..."

"This is Master Zeng Hua Zeng." Li Ruolan opened her bright eyes and said.

Chu Li said: "Uncle Zeng is here to help us, right?"

Zeng Hua said indifferently: "I was ordered to take Zheng Yanwu's life, not to help you."