Tian Yuan

At this moment, Chen Qingyuan saw clearly the true face of King Tianyong, who was neither humble nor overbearing, and bowed his hands in salute.

"You're welcome, sit down."

Today's King Tianyong, dressed in a purple brocade suit, is majestic and solemn.

The seats on both sides are five feet apart, neither far nor close.

There are tea and spiritual fruit on the table, and there is an incense burner beside the table.

The two were silent and questioned each other.

After a long time, King Tianyong broke the silence: "This king has already heard of Chen Xiaoyou's name, and I can finally meet you today."

"My lord's words are serious." Chen Qingyuan raised his head and looked at King Tianyong, and said softly, "The lord's prestige is well known to the world. The younger generation is fortunate to drink tea and chat with the lord, and the fate is not shallow."

"Okay, let's not talk about these polite words." King Tianyong was used to compliments, so he picked up the topic: "I heard that you got this king's token, what is your relationship with Prince Langya?"

"My son and I met by chance, shared the same interests, and became friends. In a critical moment, the son gave the prince's token as a gift, asking for his help."

Chen Qingyuan took out the token, gently placed it on the table, and said truthfully.

"Since the prince gave you the token, you can make a request to this king. As long as you don't violate your Taoist heart, this king will definitely help you with all your strength."

King Tianyong paid great attention to promises.

Many years ago, King Tianyong was seriously injured and was in urgent need of a top-quality elixir.The generals under his command searched for countless resources and treasures, but they all returned empty-handed.In desperation, one of the generals decided to give it a try when he heard that Prince Langya had not missed anything.

In fact, the general didn't have much hope. How can a little baby of hundreds of years really have the ability to measure the world, so he can only gamble, even if there is no chance of winning.

To the shock and delight, Langya Shizi calculated for half an hour before pointing out the specific location of the healing elixir.

The general was a bit skeptical at first, could it be that Langya Shizi was talking nonsense to dismiss himself.

Although he had doubts in his heart, he rushed to the place of calculation in the shortest time.

This search, really harvested the elixir.

The astonishment is indescribable.

With the elixir, King Tianyong's injury gradually improved, and he specially sent someone to deliver a token to Prince Langya as a token of his gratitude.

Since then, no one in Fucheng has ever questioned the ability of the son of Langya, and sighed with emotion: The evildoer of the world, we and other mortals cannot touch it.

"My request is very simple. I hope that I can stay in Fucheng for a period of time and get the protection of the prince."

Chen Qingyuan said.

"This is not a requirement." King Tianyong shook his head slightly: "Fucheng is located in the depths of the sea of ​​chaos, and it often shifts and changes coordinates. If you stay here, the enemy will be hard to find. Besides, you are a little princess, please come back Your honored guest should take good care of you."

"What does your lord mean?"

Chen Qingyuan understood the meaning of King Tianyong's words, but still wanted to confirm.

"As long as you stay in Fucheng, this king will protect you." King Tianyong said in a deep voice, "You can make another request with the token in your hand."

"Is this... okay?"

Chen Qingyuan was a little embarrassed.

"Of course." King Tianyong didn't want to take back the token easily, as it would appear that he was too petty and unkind.

"Hmm..." Chen Qingyuan lowered his eyebrows in thought, then raised his head and said, "I really have something to ask, and I'm afraid it will trouble the prince."

"Speak!" King Tianyong disapproved, with an indifferent expression on his face.

Immediately, Chen Qingyuan took out a Sumeru ring, which contained fragments of the ancient black cauldron.

Looking at the ring in the palm of his hand, his heart ached slightly, and the light in his eyes dimmed a bit: "There is a piece of a holy soldier inside, I wonder if the prince can repair it?"

King Tianyong raised his hand a little, and took the Sumeru ring in front of him.

Spiritual consciousness penetrated into it, and carefully looked at it a few times.

"It's completely broken!" King Tianyong inexplicably felt a little pressure, and said softly: "It's a bit difficult, but you can try it."

"Thank you, my lord." Chen Qingyuan stood up and cupped his fists, sincerely thanking: "Even if it can't be repaired, please protect your sage and leave a hope."

"it is good."

King Tianyong nodded in agreement.

Hearing this response, Chen Qingyuan bowed and saluted.

"Think about it, do you really decide to use one of my king's favors to repair a weapon?"

King Tianyong asked.

"Yes." Chen Qingyuan nodded without hesitation, "For the younger generation, this is not a weapon, but a brother who has painstakingly protected me, and I cannot give it up."

When he was hunted down, Chen Qingyuan threw a lot of top-grade spirit stones to Hei Ding.It's a pity that the black cauldron was seriously damaged, and it couldn't be fully refined in a short time, and it couldn't exert one-tenth of its power in its heyday.

"The king understands."

Hearing this, King Tianyong realized that the little guy in front of him was quite sentimental and not so cold-blooded.

Just use the promise of a peerless master.

It is no exaggeration to say that even if Chen Qingyuan asked King Tianyong to be born to kill some people, King Tianyong would definitely agree without hesitation.

Chen Qingyuan will deal with those who should be killed.

Taking advantage of the short time for the black cauldron to be broken, there is still a chance to restore a trace of spiritual wisdom.After a long time, even if Chen Qingyuan has the ability to restore the black cauldron, it will no longer be the original one.

Therefore, when Chen Qingyuan made this request, his gaze was firm and he never regretted it.

"This king will work hard to fulfill your request." King Tianyong held the ring in his palm and said solemnly: "You can stay here as long as you want. If this king is not dead, nothing will happen to you."

"Thank you senior."

Chen Qingyuan bowed again to apologize.

"Yes." King Tianyong wanted to study the restoration of the black cauldron carefully, and waved his hand to make it clear.

Immediately, Chen Qingyuan left the palace.

The room was silent, and the fragrance of tea filled the air.

King Tianyong opened his palm, used his spiritual power, and took out all the fragments of the black cauldron in Xumi's ring.

Countless fragments floated in mid-air, and more than half of the fragments had deep cracks, all of which spoke of tragedy.

"This... how to fix it!"

For a moment, King Tianyong was stunned, unable to make a move.

Moreover, although the black cauldron was shattered a little bit, it still had a good law of fluctuations, making it an extraordinary holy weapon.

"I'm afraid this will not be easy."

At first, King Tianyong thought it would not be difficult to restore the holy soldiers, but Chen Qingyuan used up his promise of favor just like that, which was not thoughtful enough to be true.

At this moment, looking carefully at each piece of the black cauldron and touching it with his hand, King Tianyong realized that this task is difficult to handle.

"Go and invite Mr. Lin over, it's urgent."

A quarter of an hour later, King Tianyong temporarily gave up and transmitted the voice to the guard outside the hall.

The guard who received the order set off immediately.

Not long after, a gray-haired old man came to the main hall of the palace cursing, with reluctance written all over his face.

This old Lin is a world-renowned master of refining weapons.