Yang Shangtian stared at my face for a long time, trying to judge the authenticity of these words. And I just let him stare at him, neither proving anything to him nor trying to explain anything to him.

Finally, Yang Shangtian gave in. In this confrontation that was sought by our Lord, Yang Shangtian's inner struggle finally brought him to the brink of collapse.

He picked up the page and sent a few messages, his face becoming unusually ugly.

"I decided to believe what you said." Yang Shangtian stared at my eyes with his eyes tightly, as if he was still doing the final temptation. But I could feel that he almost believed it.

"Although I don't think you can be Baigui Yasha himself, I believe that you have any relationship with Longcheng."

"Just believe it." I smiled slightly and said to Yang Shangtian.

It can be seen that the gang he is in seems to have such a little strength. Because the few messages he sent just now obviously proved to him that the Taoist priests in Longcheng had indeed taken action.

It is conceivable that their intelligence work is also efficient.

"No matter what the outcome of this incident will be, I will definitely not be able to stay in the gang anymore." Yang Shangtian said to me with a wry smile: "Just for today's affairs, the boss will definitely doubt me. I just want to know whether what you said before can be fulfilled."

"Which sentence? Let you join Dragon City?"

I raised my eyebrows and smiled with a sure win.

Yang Shangtian sighed long, shook his head and said, "I didn't expect that I would fall to the point where I had to listen to the words of an unknown little yi."

He packed up the expression on his face and said seriously: "Yes, that's the sentence. Tell you the truth. I was forced to go to the forefront by you. If you were just playing tricks on me this time, then I can only say one thing: I was tricked by you. Do you know how difficult it is to find such a job? Just because of your joke, I was immediately beaten back to my original form."

I smiled and patted Yang Shangtian and Earth's shoulders, comforted and said, "Don't worry. What I said must be true. If my mission can be successful this time, I can definitely arrange for you to enter Longcheng smoothly. But whether you can stay in it for a long time depends on your own performance."

"Depending on performance?" Yang Shangtian sneered and said, "Can I still expect to be able to make a living in Longcheng? I just hope that I can stay in Longcheng, avoid the boss's pursuit, and save my level. But then again, what task do you want to do? I will never believe that any kindness will be rewarded. It is best to help you do the task quickly. I have to find a place to hide. What I said is still something I have to do."

"My mission... is about to start." Seeing that the Qiongxiao sisters had already started to arrange the formation, Zhao Gongming also cast a summoning look at me, I patted my butt. I stood up from the ground, turned my head to Yang Shangtian and said, "But I forgot to tell you something. If you really want to do the mission for me, your boss will probably not be as simple as chasing you."

"What?!" Yang Shangtian stared at me with his eyes and asked in confusion.

"No need to ask so much. You'd better go offline now and don't let your boss find you. When my task is completed, I will send a message to you."

The sword light flashed under my feet, and I flew towards the cloud where Zhao Gongming stood.

“Can you start?”

"Well, it's ready." Zhao Gongming looked a little excited. His face was so black that it looked like a coal ball. Sure enough, it was so red that it was so black that it was red, which was different.

If it were me, the magic weapon I had damaged could finally be repaired, and I would probably have an expression like him.

"I heard that the three-legged turtle will come soon and have already started to set off."

While taking the materials from Zhao Gongmingdi, I said.

"Don't worry, you don't need to pay attention to this matter. Just concentrate on doing the furnace casting. I and my three sisters can solve the rest of the matter, so you must not be distracted."

It is obvious that Zhao Gongming had known that the Three-legged Beast was coming for a long time, otherwise he would not have specially selected this place for me to recast the Viagra Furnace.

Isn’t it just to choose this place because it is Qiongxiao and his sisters’ territory, so it is convenient to set up the Ten Abyss of Zhuxian Formation?

I gave the npc a blank look and said to myself, "If you tell me not to be distracted, don't be distracted? If the three-legged black man really comes, it will be 100% surgery on me and tell me not to be distracted. Is this possible?"

The Taoist priests around have begun to set up formations one after another, and it is obvious that the task of setting up positions does not belong to the master's mission, but requires a certain reputation and merits of the immortal camp.

Players who can receive the mission have now flew to their own position and began to control the mechanisms in the array. Players who cannot receive the mission cannot enter the range of the Zhuxian Ten Absolute Formation, and can only stay aside and watch from a distance.

So, by this time, it is clear which players are in the Immortal Clan camp and which players are in the Demon Clan camp.

"Let's start." A ball of flame rose from Zhao Gongming's palm, throwing it into the air and saying to me.

Originally, I was still worried about the problem of not reaching the temperature without a furnace, but after seeing the flame thrown out by Zhao Gongming, I realized that my worries were unnecessary.

Who is Zhao Gongming? One of the tenth princes of the Eastern Emperor!

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What is the Tenth Prince of Donghuang?

That's the God of the Sun!

What other temperatures can compare to the sun?

After taking back the fire feathers, Zhao Gongming could fully exert his previous strength. What difficulties would it be to control the flames of a casting furnace?

The casting of this Viagra furnace is completely different from the usual casting weapons and equipment. It does not require any molds, nor can it be knocked. All it can do is just its own thoughts. To put it bluntly, most of the process is completed by Zhao Gongming, that is, by the system.

After all, the system does not allow players to make magic weapons like Juexian Furnace, so I cannot fully master the casting technology of Juexian Furnace, and I can only vaguely see some tricks.

Seeing that the flames released by Zhao Gongming became lighter and lighter, from red to orange, from orange to purple, from purple to green, and gradually approaching transparency, I knew it was time. The sun shooting divine bow and the sun shooting divine arrow were thrown into the almost colorless flame by me.

At that moment, a wave of roars suddenly sounded on the sun-shooting bow and arrow, as if he was unwilling to be melted by the flames of the scorching sun, and he kept struggling to escape from it.

A drop of cold sweat appeared on Zhao Gongming's face, obviously he could no longer bear the pressure emitted by the nemesis of the Sun Shooting Bow and Arrow, and repeatedly cast a look at me for help.

He now controls the flames of the casting furnace and has no ability to protect himself. If I really don’t help him, he is likely to be pierced by the resentment left on the sun-shooting bow and arrow and dies in the hands of this artifact again.

I originally wanted to make that guy suffer a little, but it took too long to be bad for my task.

I finally took out the water of Wangchuan from my arms, poured a drop on my palm, drew a spell, and slapped the sun-shooting bow and arrow in the flames.

"Woo--"

The wailing sounds sounded from the sun-shooting arrows. The water of the Forgetful River gently penetrated into the flames, forming a transparent water film on the sun-shooting arrows, and then slowly soaked in.

"The word "forget" is in my heart, and the previous relationship is gone and the gap disappears."

A voice sounded in my ears, as if cleaning the memories left on the sun shooting bow and arrow.

I suddenly remembered that when I decided to give up the Western Continent and stay here to be a Taoist priest, this sentence also rang in my mind. It seemed that Wangchuan washed away my memories of my previous life and left me in the Eastern Continent, becoming a lonely ghost, and even without my name in life and death.

Since forgetting can make people forget everything, then remember...

I couldn't help but think, if I drank the water of Jichuan, would I remember the events of my previous life and merge my two numbers into one?

Just as I was distracted, two golden lights suddenly shot out from the flames and flew towards my eyebrows.

Depend on!

This sun-shooting arrow is indeed powerful. The water of Forgetful River failed to completely wash away its memories. While I was not paying attention, I actually wanted to rebel!

My head tilted, avoided the two golden lights that were shot, and bounced back with my backhand, and another drop of Forgetful River water bounced in.

The sun-shooting bow and arrow screamed again, and the golden light in the flames became even stronger.

The players who set up the formation below could only hear roars from the air, but could not see what was going on.

Only Yang Shangtian stood at the clouds and looked coldly at everything that happened below.

Although the golden light made him unable to see what was happening inside, he knew who the person inside was.

"Did he really not lie to me?" Yang Shangtian stared at the golden light, turned around and looked at the players guarding Hou aside, waiting for the three-legged black to appear, sighed and gradually disappeared into the air.

He finally got off the line. After learning that I was the player who triggered this mission, no matter whether I was a Baigui Yasha or not, at least he should be an important figure in Dragon City.

This time, he had to take a gamble.

If you lose, you can't start over.

If the Eastern Continent really has no place for him, then go to the Western Continent.

Selling his equipment now should be enough for him to rebuild an account in the Western continent and practice to about level 60.

At that time, he went to mining and grass, which should be enough to support his life.

If you win...

He shook his head, turned off the computer display, and leaned heavily on the chair.

"Will there be good people in this world be rewarded? So, can I be considered a good person?" He looked at the ceiling, asked himself, and shook his head with a wry smile.

What is a good person? What is a bad person?
Chapter completed!