"Little brother, then you can ask the scam. I'll continue to line up. I won't bother you." Before Wuqi could speak, the big man saw Ghost Handan Qian's words as if he had suddenly discovered a savior in despair. He hurriedly pushed all the trivial matters, as well as the pressure he felt, onto Ghost Handan Qian's body.

Then, the others turned their heads and stopped looking here. It seemed as if there was something very scary here and merged into the queue.

Not kind.

Nakelulu and Seuss' eyes showed contempt again, and they both said to themselves in their hearts at the same time. Rhode frowned and did not say anything. He still had a expression on his face, and he ignored the old man's lesson just now. Moreover, his eyes seemed even colder than when he started to look at the big man, and even with a hint of indecision in the coldness.

Wuqi was not as disgusted as others. His attitude was very gentle and polite. He bowed to the ghost hand Qian with great respect and asked with a smile: "Mr. Old Man. I want to inquire about the whereabouts of the Witch Pattern Staff, do you know?"

"Witch Pattern Staff?" Ghost Hand Qian asked, and Wuqi nodded quickly and responded: "Yes. It is the Witch Pattern Staff. It can make up for the weaknesses of the person who owns it, or the magical scepter that defects. I heard that it was brought here by Thousand Faces from one place many years ago, so I wanted to ask about it."

When Ghost Hand heard this, he suddenly laughed and said, "I thought you were going to inquire about something big. Isn't it just a broken scepter? That thing is too bad and has been sold by our ancestors long ago."

"Sold? As far as I know, this witch pattern stick is a rare good thing in the world! How could it be sold easily?" After hearing the old man's answer, Wuqi's heart sank, and his face suddenly showed a look of disbelief and murmured.

Ghost Hand Qian gave Wuqi a angrily glance and said disdainfully: "That broken thing is what good thing? It just makes up for the shortcomings of the person who owns it. It cannot completely repair the defects. Do you think that thing is broken?"

Speaking of this, Ghost Hand Qian suddenly stopped, and he glanced at Wuqi and others, and finally turned his eyes back to Wuqi. He smiled mysteriously, his eyes lit up, and said, "A real good thing. They are rare treasures in the world. For example, the Medal of Honor. There are types that can instantly increase the wearer's speed, and also types that can instantly increase the strength.

And these improvements are permanent. Compared with these treasures, do you think the witch pattern stick you are interested in is not a broken thing?"

After saying this, after comparing the words of Ghost Hand Qian, everyone unconsciously compared the Witch Pattern Staff. Nakrulu and Seus even immediately showed curious eyes. Rhode's eyes were still cold. He did not believe in Ghost Hand Qian's words, but if there was such a treasure, it would really make him have a little interest.

Wuqi's expressions were different from everyone. Compared with the medal mentioned by Ghost Hand Qian before, he had almost no interest. Hasn't he seen enough treasures? Not only are the treasures far better than the outside world in the Ancient Scrolls, but there are so many magical techniques that are too numerous to count.

His vision had already reached a very high level at this time. He really didn't care about the Medal of Honor, because he knew very well that even if he had a treasure, it would be useless if his strength could not be improved. Wuqi knew very well what he needed most now, not the treasure but the witch pattern stick.

As soon as Ghost Hand Qian finished speaking, Wuqi asked directly without thinking: "Mr. Old Man. For you, even if he is a broken thing, I still need it very much. So, I hope you can tell me where it was sold?"

Wuqi's words came from the heart without any deception. He said it very sincerely, but when Guishou Qian saw Wuqi's serious expression, he frowned and showed a strong disdain on his face again. After browsing Wuqi in anger, he pointed at Wuqi while saying disappointed: "You kid.

I am kind enough to recommend good things to you, but you don’t want them, so I want that bad thing. It’s so boring. Well, since you insist on finding the bad thing, it doesn’t matter if I tell you. It was sold to a powerful sanctuary by our ancestors a long time ago.”

"The Strongest Man in the Holy Realm?" Wuqi, Nakelulu and the other two said in a dissatisfaction. Sius and Rhodes did not speak, but their eyes lit up at the same time.

"Yes." Ghost Hand Qian's eyes showed confusion. He gave Wuqi a look again and said, "What's wrong? Don't believe me?"

"No." Wuqi shook his head quickly and asked, "Old sir. Then can you tell me which Holy Land power is? Is it a Fighting Saint or a Sword Saint?"

The powerful people in the Holy Realm will know after entering the circle of cultivators for a period of time. This is not surprising. Since the Thousand Faces Man was able to take away the Witch Pattern Staff with elusiveness and make both the Sword Saint and the Fighting Saint fear, it is enough to prove that he is also a cultivator.

But it is unclear how strong it is and whether it has reached the peak of the holy realm. However, it is not surprising that as a descendant of a cultivator.

Besides, Ghost Hand Qian in front of him was obviously older, and he knew this, and Wuqi and others didn't find it strange. However, what made Wuqi feel puzzled was that since both Dou Sheng and Sword Saint said that they did not have a witch pattern stick, who is the powerful man in the Holy Realm mentioned in Ghost Hand Qian's mouth?

Thinking of this, Wuqi's eyes became more and more confused. Could it be that one of the Sword Saint and the Fighting Saint was lying to him? Wuqi pondered for a while and only thought about this possibility, and he asked subconsciously.

"None are not." Guishouqian slowly shook his head, and a hint of disdain flashed in his eyes. He said slowly: "When our ancestors sold that broken thing, there were not two powerful people in the holy realm. At that time, there was only one powerful person in the holy realm."

"One? Who is that?" Wuqi asked in surprise.

"The Martial Saint Perot, known as the Mavericks, is a fighter at the peak of the Holy Land. He once walked alone all over the world, thus falling into this title." As the Ghost Hand Qian said, his eyes became brighter and brighter, as if he was talking about his own affairs.

He became more and more excited as he spoke. He giggled and said, "After he traveled around the world and fought invincible, he lost his traces. However, our ancestors did sell him the witchcraft stick later, and this matter was recorded in our family tree. If you don't believe it, you can take a look."

After saying that, Ghost Hand Qian began to touch his thin body around, touching his upper body to his calves, as if he was looking for something.

It took more than a minute before he finally took out a piece of old paper that had been kneaded and turned completely yellow from the cloth shoes with holes on his toes, and handed it to Wuqi. He pointed to the paper that was starting to rotten around the corners and said with a smile: "It's this piece of paper. It's the record left by our ancestors of Thousand Faces. Take a closer look. It's here."

Wuqi subconsciously lowered his head, covered his nose and looked along the finger of Guishouqian. Although the paper had begun to rot, the text on it was clearly visible. He could see at a glance that the position of Guishouqian pointed at it was indeed written, "I met the Mavericks in a certain year, month and day, and sold the tattered witch-patterned stick to the other party."

After reading it, he immediately returned the paper to Ghost Hand Qian, nodded as if he had some insight, and then asked: "Do you know where Pero, the powerful man in the Holy Land, died later?"

There are only two powerful people in the world today, so Wuqi immediately judged that Perot was dead. Even if there was no witchcraft stick in the place where he died, there would definitely be news about that thing. So he asked this question. His judgment was also the judgment of other members of the Breaking Corps.

But after hearing Wuqi's words, Ghost Hand Qian suddenly changed his expression, widened his eyes, glared at Wuqi, and cursed: "You little bastard. What nonsense are you talking about! Who told you that he was dead? The Mavericks are a master. How could such a strong master die so easily?"

The old man's eyes were leaping, and Wuqi suddenly felt upset. He didn't want to talk to the old man anymore and said insincerely: "I believe you." Then he looked up and asked seriously: "Since he is not dead, please tell me where the Mavericks are, okay? I urgently need to find the Witch Pattern Staff. There is not much time, I hope you don't change the topic anymore."

"You are so boring. I rarely feel good today and want to tell you more interesting things." Ghost Handan suddenly showed dissatisfaction on his face, and he snorted coldly and replied: "Young people nowadays are really impetuous. They have no patience at all. OK. Seeing that you are so anxious, I will tell you directly. I don't know where others are, and I can't know.

But the last time he appeared in the world was Jubaoshan. You might be able to find him when you go there. The broken thing you want is probably still in his hands."

"Thank you, Mr.." Wuqi felt a little comforted until he heard the answer from Ghost Hand Qian. He quickly bowed to Ghost Hand Qian again, intending to leave here with everyone to Jubao Mountain.

But just as he turned around, Guishou Qian suddenly spoke and said angrily: "What? After asking, you plan to leave? Why are you doing things so hasty? You don't even ask if Jubaoshan is a place you can go now, just plan to go?"

Wuqi didn't say anything, but his face gradually became impatient. Nakelulu and Seus were a little unhappy after hearing so much nonsense from Ghost Hands. They began to doubt the words of Ghost Hands. Rhode's eyes were cold, and at this time, he felt a little more contempt because Ghost Hands had been talking before.

"Oh." Ghost Hand Qian suddenly sighed for no reason. His eyes glanced at Wuqi and others, and shook his head in disappointment and said, "Young and frivolous, this sentence is reliable until now! You little guys also want to go to Jubaoshan to break through? At that time, I won't even know how I die."

"Then are you going to do it?" Seeing that the ghost hand Qian was still entangled with him, a calm expression gradually appeared in Wuqi's eyes, but his heart gradually felt the same contempt as everyone else, and even the tone of his speech was no longer gentle, and he asked coldly.

"Of course there is." Ghost Hand Qian's eyes lit up again. He straightened his waist confidently, raised his head, looked down at Wuqi and others, and pointed to the transparent passage at the end of the long dragon behind Wuqi, and smiled: "Enter that passage and participate in the martial arts competition held on the Mentuo Plateau. As long as you can enter the top eight, you are qualified to go to Jubaoshan."

After Ghost Hand Qian finished speaking, before Wuqi and others could ask, he hurriedly reached out to stop everyone's questions and continued, "I know what you want to ask. I can see that you don't believe me, but I still have to finish it. There is a lot of medals of honor hidden in Jubaoshan. As long as you climb to the top of the mountain, you can get a medal that suits you.

The armed struggle conference held on Mentuo Plateau is to select the top eight experts with good strength to form an adventure team to explore Baoshan. As for success or not, I don’t know. For you, this should be an opportunity. Jubaoshan was not allowed to enter before, but now it is the same.

But slightly changed from the past, the outskirts of Jubao Mountain are now occupied by a large number of mercenaries sent from the Mendo Plateau, and the barrier at the entrance has been successfully broken. If outsiders want to enter Jubao Mountain, they are not qualified to enter without obtaining the tokens granted by the Mendo Plateau. If they break through, they can only seek death.

I know you think I'm annoyed, and I think you're irritable. Okay, I'll say that, let's go quickly, I'm going home too. It's really boring. The rare good mood today has disappeared like this. I don't feel happy."

After saying that, Guishou Qian limped away in the dazed eyes of Wuqi and others. While walking, he didn't forget to say a few words while cursing, looking very angry.

"How is it? Should we participate in that martial arts competition?" Xius turned his head and looked at Wuqi and asked subconsciously. As soon as he finished speaking, Nakelulu frowned and glared at Xius in anger, saying, "What are you going? That old man is obviously a liar. It's so obvious, don't tell me you can't see it."

Xius was embarrassed and didn't know how to answer, but he just kept silent, but his face was obviously answering Nakelulu, and he was not sure. Wuqi turned his head to look at Rhode. Rhode's eyes were cold from the beginning to now. Seeing Wuqi's inquiring gaze, his cold expression slightly disappeared, and he shook his head calmly. Obviously, he didn't believe the words of Ghost Hand Qian.

The old man did have a problem. What he said was too fake. There was actually a third powerful man in the Holy Land, which could not be true. However, since I have been searching for the Witch Pattern Staff all the way here, if I don’t continue to search, wouldn’t all my previous efforts be wasted? No. This thing is very important to my future cultivation, and I must give it a try.

What this old man said sounds half true and half false, and maybe all false. But Master cannot lie to me. Since Master says that there is a witch pattern stick, no matter whether it is true or false, I must confirm it with my own eyes to make it clear.

"I've decided!" After thinking for a few minutes, Wuqi suddenly showed an apology smile in his eyes. He glanced at everyone and said, "Sorry, everyone. I decided to believe in Ghost Hands a thousand times. After all, we don't confirm what he said personally, and we don't know whether it is true or false. Are you right?"

Nakelulu and Seuss were speechless, and Rhodes still didn't say anything. His eyes were still as calm as water. However, Wuqi's words made him raise his eyebrows and shrugged without objection. However, it was obvious that Wuqi successfully convinced everyone.

After seeing that everyone just expressed their protest with expressions, but no one spoke up, Wuqi's face finally showed a bright smile. His eyes lit up and he said with a smile: "That's the decision! Let's set out! The destination, Mendo Plateau Martial Fighting Conference."

After Wuqi and others followed the team, it took a long time to finally enter the transparent passage and merge into the Death Snow Mountain Belt, the old man, who was slow and angry, suddenly turned around and glanced behind him, no longer got angry, but instead giggled and looked into the distance.
Chapter completed!