Old Man Weng felt everyone's strange gaze, and couldn't help but blush. He clenched his fists and coughed twice, cleared his throat, and said, "Yan Ning, right? That boy Li Muyi had told me that you would come today."

"I know I'll come, but you're looking for a lady?" Yan Ning rolled his eyes.

"Can't we mention this?" Old Man Weng was still a little shameless after all, and said, "He asked you to come to me, mainly to ask me to explain two things to you."

Yan Ning said curiously: "What's the matter?"

"The first thing..." Old Man Weng walked to the wall, reached out and took off the Miao Knife hanging on the wall, and then said, "This Ming Break Knife is to be handed over to you."

"Can't!"

Before Yan Ning could speak, Wang Tianci spoke first: "He can't control Ming Po!"

"Uh... Wang Tianci, this is the guy I gave to me. Why do you object?" Yan Ning said embarrassedly.

"You don't know anything," Wang Tianci sighed, "This knife is called Mingpo. It is the sword of Su Wu, the general of the Central Army who was sent to the Xiongnu in the Western Han Dynasty. When Su Wu was forced to surrender by the Xiongnu, he committed suicide with this knife, although he failed in the end..."

"Su Wu was trapped in the Huns swamp for nineteen years. After returning to China, he presented this knife to a civilian soldier. After many twists and turns, he fell into the hands of Qi Jiguang, a famous general of the Ming Dynasty, and changed his name to Mingpo!

Qi Jiguang killed hundreds of Japanese pirates with this knife! These resentful souls refused to leave after death, and were all absorbed by the Mingpo Sword. Now this Miao Sword is already an evil sword. Those who use it will slowly lose their minds by the resentful souls and become a murderous maniac who will not blink!"

The first time Wang Tianci showed such a disobedient look, even Yan Ning was frightened. He looked at Old Man Weng: "Old Weng, you are not kind enough. Give me an evil knife, do you want to kill me?"

Mr. Weng sighed: "This knife light is worth millions on the market. Do you think I want to give it to you? It was not what Li Muyi said."

"Li Muyi shouldn't harm me." Yan Ning said.

"You are a fellow disciple, so of course he won't harm you, so before I hand over Ming Po to you, I must add a seal to Ming Po."

As Mr. Weng said, he placed Ming Po on the table, then tinkered from the back hall for a long time, and walked out with a small bottle.

"What is contained here is the resin of the thousand-year-old poplar tree, and even the yang thing, which can suppress the wronged souls in the Mingpo in a short period of time."

The white resin knife in the bottle was on the knife plate. The resin flowed along the dragon-shaped knife pattern like blood on the knife body. After a while, it was absorbed by the Mingpo Knife, and there was no change in appearance.

Sure enough, when Yan Ning felt it again, the cold resentment of Ming Podao was so weak that it was almost impossible to detect.

Wang Tianci was still a little hesitant, but knew that it was Li Muyi's meaning, so he had nothing to say. He sighed and said to Yan Ning: "I hope you don't go on the evil path. When necessary, come back to me. Maybe I can still pull you."

Yan Ning smiled and said, "It's not that serious. My brother still has this kind of character."

Mr. Weng took out a leather knife cover and put Ming Po inside, and then solemnly handed it to Yan Ning. He also reminded him: "Tianci is right, you should be careful."

Yan Ning nodded, took Ming Po, and gently pulled it out of the knife cover. A cold light shot into Yan Ning's eyes. Yan Ning couldn't help but sigh: "Good knife!"

Yan Ning's trip was indeed in vain. He actually picked up such a good weapon for nothing.

In the past, when Yan Ning was fighting with evil things, except for the thirty-six golden needles in his body, there were only ordinary peach wood swords, which were often in a passive state.

But the ordinary iron sword did not harm the ghost at all. Yan Ning had always suffered from not having a suitable weapon. Unexpectedly, Li Muyi helped him solve his urgent problem.

Cao Lu and Lu Tai walked up curiously, wanting to touch Ming Po, but Wang Tianci stopped him in time: "If you want to die, just get it done."

"Tsk! If you don't touch it, don't touch it!" Cao Lu said depressedly.

Yan Ning put Ming Po aside and looked at Old Man Weng again: "Old Weng, you just said there are two things. This is the first one, and what about the other one?"

Old Weng smiled and said mysteriously: "The second thing is also about a weapon."

"weapon?"

"Yes, it's the thirty-six golden needles of your Wumen."

"What?!" Yan Ning was so shocked that he couldn't help but shout. He grabbed Old Man Weng's hand in disobedience, as if he was afraid that he would run away, "Do you have the whereabouts of the golden needle?"

"Don't worry!" Old Man Weng broke free from Yan Ning, and then hurriedly said, "Li Muyi brought the news that in half a month, there will be a downtown auction in a casino in Hongmen. Your thirty-six golden needles from Wumen will appear there at that time."

"Gangmen?" Yan Ning frowned slightly. Gangmen is the most famous casino in the country. There are black forces that are prevalent and gather celebrities from all over the world. For the rich, it is a paradise, but for ordinary people, it is a place that they dare not even think about.

There are a total of 108 golden needles in the Wumen, which are the treasures of the Wumen. They have been passed down from generation to generation. However, due to the decline of Maoshan, the golden needles were gradually lost. In the end, even the alchemist heaven had only thirty-six golden needles left, and they were all passed to Yan Ning.

The biggest dream of Fang Shitian in his life may be to find one hundred and eight golden needles again. Yan Ning got the whereabouts of other golden needles at this time, so it was impossible not to search for them.

Not only to find the treasures from the mountain gate, the power of the seventy-two golden needles is definitely a hundred times stronger than that of the thirty-six! If one hundred or eight golden needles are collected, even if Fan Wuxue is born, Yan Ning will have the power to fight!

Therefore, Yan Ning is bound to win these thirty-six golden needles, but the location is in Hongmen. Yan Ning is not familiar with the place, so it is still difficult to get it.

"The specific information is all in this letter, you can go back and take a look."

Mr. Weng took out a letter and handed it to Yan Ning. Yan Ning took it and saw the words "Senior Brother Yan Ning personally opened it, Li Muyi left it" on it.

What is Li Muyi's identity? Why does he seem to know everything and keep helping Yan Ning? The two are clearly the same disciples, so why do they refuse to meet again?

Yan Ning sighed, not in a hurry to open the envelope, but put it away. He looked at Old Man Weng and Wang Tianci and asked, "Forgive me, what is the relationship between you two?"

Wang Tianci glanced at Old Man Weng: "Partner."

Old Man Weng replied without hesitation: "I am his grandfather."

Lu Tai was a little confused and scratched his head and said, "Being a partner with grandpa? It's fresh!"
Chapter completed!