"And, if you don't do what I said, you will die."

The threat of this sentence is very heavy for the old man.

Although he is old, with his current status, how could he be willing to face death?

Although such an arrangement may cause dissatisfaction among others at the Wuji Summit, are there any other choices to save your life?

Of course, while saving your life, if you don’t get some benefits, this is something that the old man cannot accept.

"How much benefit can you give me?" the old man asked.

Hearing this sentence, Nangong Boling laughed. As long as it is a problem that can be solved with money, it is not a problem for him.

"Is 100 million enough?" Nangong Boling said.

Hearing this number, the old man browsed. Who is this guy? He spoke with such an exaggerated number. Is he really so rich?

"You weren't kidding me, are you?" the old man asked.

"You can transfer money first and then do business. Do you think this is a joke?" Nangong Boling asked back. One hundred million, which seems to be a lot. For ordinary people, it is indeed astronomical figures, but for the head of the Nangong family, this is just a little pocket money, which is not enough to build the tip of the iceberg in the heart of his earth.

"Okay, I promise you." The old man said in a deep voice. For the sake of this million, even if he offended some people, it would be worth it. Moreover, his life is now under the power of his life, so he can only do this.

"I will give you the candidate tomorrow. I will do it within three days. Is there any problem?" Nangong Boling said.

"As long as the money is received, I will make arrangements for you." The old man said.

"Send the guests." Nangong Boling waved his hand to Zhong Changqiu.

After seeing off the old man, Zhong Changqiu returned to Nangong Boling with a little puzzled expression. Because he killed the old man, it was easier to do this with a puppet. He didn't quite understand why Nangong Boling spent money on things.

"I know what you are thinking. If you arrange a puppet, he will still need time to adapt to this person's identity. For me, it will take too long to delay." Nangong Boling took the initiative to explain without waiting for Zhong Changqiu to ask.

Nangong Boling is a person who doesn’t take money seriously, but to him, time is very important. He never wastes his precious time on meaningless things.

It's just 100 million, and it's not a drop in the bucket for the total assets of the Nangong family.

"Head of the family, who are you going to arrange to attend the Wuji Summit?" Zhong Changqiu asked.

"Do you still remember an old friend I met in Yanxia? He is now living in seclusion in the mountains and fields. I heard that he is teaching his disciples, but I know where he is." Nangong Boling said.

"Are you talking about Chongyang?" Zhong Changqiu frowned and said. This is indeed a master, but he has been silent for many years. Unexpectedly, Nangong Boling still has his whereabouts.

"Yes, he is a real master. If Han Sanqian can win him, his identity should not be fake." After Nangong Boling finished speaking, he threw a card to Zhong Changqiu and continued: "This is the address. Go find him and tell him that I want to see him. I believe he will not refuse."

"Yes." Zhong Changqiu nodded and responded.

There is almost no people in a certain mountainous land. In the depths of the forest, a tender voice makes painful screams from time to time. Those who don’t know think who abuses children in the mountains.

But when you look closely, the child is not abused by others, but is like crazy, constantly hitting the tree, and his shoulders are already bloody and shaved, and the child is gritting his teeth and persevering.

On the side, there was a middle-aged man sitting, turning a blind eye to this situation, and instead urging the child to continue exerting force, without any love at all.

"It hurts so much. What qualifications do you have to claim that my apprentice from Chongyang will continue to use force and not break the tree. You can't rest today." Chongyang cursed and ate wild peanuts that he dug out of his mouth.

The child's eyes were filled with tears, but after hearing Chongyang's words, he did not dare to slack off at all.

"Do you know why you call Qi Hu? Tiger is the king of beasts. I want you to become the king in the future. Now you blame me. I will definitely thank me in the future. Then you know how hard I am using my conscience." Chongyang seemed to be unable to rest as he was idling with peanuts in his mouth.

Qi Hu didn't understand why he had to do these things, but since the day he was picked up by Chongyang, he had to do this to make himself full.

However, the injuries left by hitting the tree will recover overnight after being soaked in the potion every night, which is a motivation for Qi Hu to persevere.

"My apprentice will definitely be a dragon among people in the future. If you can't pass my test, you will never go down the mountain in your life." Chongyang continued.

I don’t know how long it took, but Qi Hu fainted due to pain, which is something that happens almost every day.

Chongyang took a look, cursed again with dissatisfaction, then resisted Qi Hu on his shoulder and walked back to the wooden house.

"If I had known that you were so ungrateful, I really shouldn't have picked you up."

After returning to the wooden house, Chongyang threw Qi Hu directly into a yellow wooden barrel.

The barrel was filled with potions made by Chongyang himself. It was these potions that allowed Qi Hu's injuries to recover quickly.

I don’t know how long it took, but Qi Hu woke up in a daze and smelled the scent of barbecue immediately. The little guy’s eyes lit up, and his bare butt crawled out of the yellow wooden barrel.

Outside the wooden house, Chongyang was roasting hunted hares, with a fragrance everywhere.

Hearing the footsteps behind him, Chongyang said, "Don't move, today's mission has not been completed, you are not qualified to have a meal."

This sentence made Qi Hu like a deflated ball, staying there and not daring to move.

Listening to Chongyang's sound of gnawing on the hare, Qi Hu could only keep swallowing.

Suddenly, Chongyang was stunned and his whole body became tense.

In the distance, a figure came.

How could anyone come in the deep mountains and wilderness?

And it seems that people are a fellow man, can they be a friend? Could it be that the enemy has come to seek revenge?

"Who are you?" Chongyang asked coldly.

"The head of the family asked me to see you, and he wanted to ask you for a little help." The person who came was Zhong Changqiu, who worked tirelessly along the way and finally found Chongyang at this time.

This is also attributed to the fire of the hare in Chongyang. Otherwise, if you want to find someone deep in the mountains at this late night, it is no easier than finding a needle in a haystack.

"Honor?"

"Nangong Boling."

Hearing these four words, Chongyang stood up instantly and threw away the hare in his hand.
Chapter completed!