The fire-faced person did not seem to be interested in the Wasteland Beast Chessboard. He looked around and suddenly snickered. "Those little ghosts probably cannot resist."
Also, the Ten Finger Prison seemed to favor young yao. More accurately, young yao with high cultivation.
"Yes," Zuo Mo forced himself to say.
"Hee hee, this is not related to us. Those old ghosts will probably be interested." The fire-faced person snickered and then his expression became generous. "You don't have to worry about this, I'll do it!"
But his curiosity did not lessen. He could not remember how long it had been since he had come to Vast Water Clear Skies. As an expert that lived in the seventh prison, the first prison was a distant memory. Today, he had come specifically to see what the person that had destroyed his Vast Water Clear Skies was like in the new first prison.
Qian Liu's mind moved slightly but he shook his head and said, "The prison-breaking battle is not so easy to trigger."
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Pu Yao's sudden words caused Zuo Mo to detect Pu Yao's urgency. After spending so much time with Pu Yao, Zuo Mo gradually understood some of Pu Yao's habits. Usually, Pu Yao would scoff at the great majority of things, but when facing something that was of great help to him, he would not disguise his eagerness.
Zuo Mo understood this deeply. He coughed lightly and pretended to say, "What level has your Grey Scar Art reached?"
"You know Grey Scar Art?" Zuo Mo asked Pu Yao suspiciously.
But Cang Ze, as the grandson of the clan leader, knew more than normal members of the Grey Clan. For example, the Council of Elders had never stopped their secret research on [Grey Scar Art].
"Ask him what level his Grey Scar Art has reached?"
His voice was trembling as he asked, "Really?"
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After thinking it through, the shadow in Zuo Mo's mind was swept away. He became excited again. He suddenly stood up, picked up A Gui, put her on his back and charged out the door.
After Cang Ze left, Zuo Mo gave some pointers to Nan Yue and then left.
Qian Liu shook his head regretfully. The other's truly powerful yao art imprints were all in the prison-breaking battle. The Wasteland Beast Chessboard was filled with profound and accurate deconstruction yao arts. It was like a rich ocean of questions.
From this aspect, Pu Yao was very direct. Of course, the great majority of the time, his directness was not easy for people to accept.
If one's realm was too low, it wouldn't work either.
"Don't worry, don't worry." The fire-faced man looked excited.
He, who came from a prestigious family, naturally did not lack the study of Divine Sense Imprints. This "Heaven South" was written in a completely different way from how it was written now. This kind of Soul Consciousness imprint mostly appeared on the bodies of those tribes with a long history.
Cang Ze carefully answered.
Opening his mouth, Zuo Mo doubled Pu Yao's asking price.
In the sea of consciousness, Pu Yao's brow relaxed and he released a breath. "Tell him that you will teach him the Grey Scar Art and exchange for five Golden Souls every year."
He quickly recovered from his disappointment. A Gui had not recovered, but she was much livelier than before.
Noticing Nan Yue's consciousness imprint, Cang Ze's heart shook. In his investigations, Nan Yue didn't have much of a background. She came from an extremely small tribe and lived a difficult life. She couldn't be any more ordinary. When he saw her Divine Sense Imprint, he couldn't help but be shocked.
For example, he did not disguise his desire for the Golden Souls now. Or, if Zuo Mo did not help him get the Golden Souls, then just wait. Countless pairs of shoes were waiting for him.
The joy on Zuo Mo's face gradually faded. He closely examined A Gui. Her eyes were still empty and wooden. He couldn't help but show disappointment. A Gui had not recovered. He shook his head and mocked himself inside. He was really greedy.
Zuo Mo looked admiringly at Cang Ze and thought inside, this boy really knew his way. However, the admiration he felt inside did not allow him to give the other any preferential treatment. "Ten Golden Souls every year."
Cang Ze stared closely at Zuo Mo and wanted to find clues from Zuo Mo's face.
A Gui still looked dazedly at Zuo Mo and was unmoved.
Qian Liu had fought against countless experts but it was the first time he had seen such a different style. His heart itched.
Pu Yao's threat was so direct that it reached a naked level.
Cang Ze gritted his teeth. "It is not a new yao art, but this student is stupid. The Grey Scar Art is not the right path." His heart was beating rapidly, and the way he referred to himself changed from "this one" to "student."
Cang Ze was very shocked. Grey Scar Art, the other knew the Grey Scar Art? Nan Yue detected Cang Ze's shock at the side. She thought inside, was it another yao art like [South Sky Arrow Art]?
"So it is the path of deconstruction." Qian Liu was slightly surprised. "The style is pretty different."
"Let those little brats come." The fire-faced person had an expression as though he wanted the world to be in chaos. "Those little brats are definitely full of energy right now. Let them come and deconstruct the Wasteland Beast Chessboard."
"That thing is very simple, it is just a detour." Having regained his confidence, Pu Yao waved his hand with vigor.
"Has the Grey Clan created another powerful yao art?" Pu Yao murmured to himself. He furrowed his brow and was slightly surprised.
Zuo Mo was skeptical. Pu Yao knew too many things. However, the muttering inside did not affect his response. He coughed lightly. "I happen to know a bit of the cultivation method of the Grey Scar Art."
Qian Liu was curious about Zuo Mo's yao art. He smiled and did not stop the other. He only ordered, "Don't make a big fuss."
"What method?"
The Grey Clan had so many yao arts, why did the other mention the [Grey Scar Art]?
"This matter is important. This student needs to ask the elders of the clan."
The fire-faced person saw the regret on Qian Liu's face and suddenly came over. "I have a method."
Qian Liu had activated the prison-breaking battle before and knew much more than normal people.
It's not that ge is greedy, ge has a family to take care of!
A Gui looked dazedly at him and did not respond.
Countless thoughts rolled through Cang Ze's mind. He lowered his head and said respectfully, "This one has never cultivated the Grey Scar Art."
Qian Liu knew who the fire-faced person was talking about. He smiled and did not speak. He continued to focus on observing the Wasteland Beast Chessboard. Vast Water Clear Skies had been left behind when he had broken the prison three hundred years ago. He had not paid too much attention to what he had done in the past.
"A Gui!"
He took back his consciousness and said regretfully, "It is a pity that I cannot activate the prison-breaking battle. The powerful things are all inside."
"You did not cultivate it?" Pu Yao stilled.
At this time, Cang Ze showed the qualities of the grandson of the clan leader. He did not lose control of his emotions and forcefully suppressed his excitement. He asked respectfully, "How can my Grey Clan be of service to Teacher?"
He noted it down and decided to investigate it when the time came. He reached out with a finger and lightly touched the word "South Sky." A purple light flew into his consciousness imprint. Nan Yue did the same.
Shaking, Zuo Mo hurriedly opened his eyes. A familiar face was almost right next to his face.
"There is nothing bad." Qian Liu said noncommittally, "More competition is a good thing."
"I heard he is also very young?" Qian Liu asked interestedly.
But Zuo Mo was an experienced person. He kept a straight face and copied Pu Yao's expressionless face to perfection. He muttered inside, he had been such a pure and kind person in the past. After following Pu Yao for so long, he could be said to be skilled in swindling and deceiving.
Hearing this, Cang Ze hurriedly exchanged consciousness imprints with Nan Yue. A simple "Grey" character flew out in front of Cang Ze. At the top were two sparse grey-green bushes. Nan Yue also summoned her own consciousness imprint. Her consciousness imprint was a curved purple vine that formed the word "South Sky."
Of course, he would not feel guilty. He was trying to act out the role he was currently playing.
Cang Ze hurriedly retreated. He was in a hurry to go back and report. He had a faint premonition that this opportunity would be the turning point for the Grey Clan.
Cang Ze could not see any clues. Since the other could say the name of Grey Scar Art, it shouldn't be nonsense. Of the many yao arts that the Grey Clan had, [Grey Scar Art] was very unremarkable. Most of the young people in the clan that had some talent would not choose this yao art as their primary cultivation. They would prefer yao arts that were more powerful like [Vast Sea Art] or [Grey Cloud Art].
When Zuo Mo finished asking, he stilled. Wait, joy suddenly came into his eyes. "A Gui, A Gui!"
He released a breath and held up A Gui's face. He asked curiously, "What are you doing?"
Zuo Mo came out of the Wasteland Beast Chessboard. He suddenly felt a wave of hot air hit his face.
At the very least, this was a sign of improvement!
"Very young!" The fire-faced person raised an eyebrow. The face in the ball of fire raised an eyebrow with slight schadenfreude. "Right now, he is probably on the challenge list of those brats."
After exchanging consciousness, the two sides could easily communicate.
Hiss, Cang Ze inhaled sharply. Even though he had predicted that the price the Grey Clan would pay would not be low, but ten Golden Souls a year still surpassed his expectations.
"Has your Grey Clan created some powerful yao art again?" Zuo Mo used what he had learned.
Zuo Mo reacted quickly and then stilled. "You did not cultivate Grey Scar Art?"
The conditions to trigger the prison-breaking battle were not directly related to power, but to cultivation, and it was an extremely subtle relationship. It would not work if it was too high. For example, he had been able to trigger the prison-breaking battle of the first prison three hundred years ago. Right now, he could not trigger it.
The conditions to trigger the prison-breaking battle had always been mysterious. For example, Vast Water Clear Skies, the first prison, had not been triggered in three hundred years. But in these three hundred years, the second, fourth, and fifth prisons had all been triggered. The pattern was really hard to decipher.
Daren was really mysterious!
In the sea of consciousness, Pu Yao gaped.
"A Gui, come, let's go play with Shu Long and the others!"
Such a pity!
"Alright." Zuo Mo did not waste words. He pointed at Nan Yue and said, "She is my follower. In the future, you can find her directly."
Cang Ze felt a strong sense of happiness instantly break through his mental defenses. He actually felt a hint of dizziness.
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