Abandoned son to become god

Shen Qi felt that the decision to walk on thorns was simply stupid. If his foot was injured and he couldn't move, even if he found a way to subdue the three-headed snake in the Treasure Pavilion, so what!

Usually he can't beat him, let alone him who is injured!

So although he can be injured, he can't be too seriously injured, but it is impossible to walk down like this without losing his feet.

Still too weak!

Shen Qi's eyes wandered and fell on the outer shirt, he couldn't help but clenched it tightly, took off the outer shirt with pain, and tore it for a long time.

Mo Dao frowned and asked, "Even if you are angry, your clothes are innocent."

Shen Qi was silent, tearing with all his heart, and even used his mouth in the end, the outer shirt was only wet in one place, and it was not damaged at all, which made Shen Qi extremely discouraged: "Master, can you give me two swords?" Rip off the clothes in anger?"

This was just a matter of raising one's hands, Zong Heng naturally would not refuse, and separated the outer shirt to a suitable length with a flick of his fingers.

Shen Qi endured the pain and wrapped the long strips of his clothes around his feet in circles. After the bleeding stopped, he wrapped the strips separately, only wrapping the feet thickly by half the palm.

Now that Mo Dao understood Shen Qi's plan, he wanted to step forward angrily to stop him, but was stopped by Zong Heng with his sleeves.

Shen Qi said arrogantly: "Oh, Elder Mo, you just said that I should walk from one side of the stone to the other side of the stone, and you didn't specify that I must walk barefoot?"

Mo Dao blushed angrily, pointed at Shen Qi and said, "You are sophistry! You are so unreasonable! At such a young age, you are so clever!"

Shen Qi didn't bother to pay attention to him, he just tried to stretch out his right foot first, stepped on the thorns a few times, and found that although it felt a little prickly, it was much better than the blood dripping under his feet before.

This is still thanks to Zong Heng.

When he first stepped into Wuliang Mountain, he was almost accidentally injured by the formation force at the foot of the mountain. In order to ensure his safety, Zong Heng specially used the shark's tears from the shark's sea area and the ten thousand-year silk knot to make a soft cloth. Armor, which can resist part of the damage when attacked.

Seeing that the matter is a foregone conclusion, Mo Dao couldn't help but said to Zong Heng: "This soft armor has consumed a lot of your energy, and now you have let him ruin it like this, don't you think it's a pity?!"

Zong Heng didn't speak, but Shen Qi said to Zong Heng: "I'm sorry Master, I'm too weak, I can only think of this way, but Master, please believe me, in the future, I will definitely return you a thousand pieces of soft armor!"

After finishing speaking, he stared straight ahead with firm eyes, and walked straight to the position designated by Mo Dao.

"Boom"

The ground is divided into two sides, separated to the side, showing a bottomless staircase, the deepest part is dark, making it impossible to see what is hidden in it.

Zong Heng looked sideways at Mo Dao, with a confused look on his face, he said, "I didn't expect that senior brother is also a soft-hearted person."

Mo Dao snorted coldly: "I will open the God-level Treasure Pavilion only because he is your only disciple. I just don't want others to think that the disciple of the pavilion master is an idiot!"

It's useless to say more, Zong Heng cupped his hands and said: "Thank you, brother."

Mo Dao left with his hands behind his back, he didn't want to talk to Zong Heng anymore, he only hoped that he would not regret today's decision in the future.

Shen Qi was about to go down, but he didn't hear footsteps, turned his head to Zong Heng and said, "Master, don't you want to go together?"

Zong Heng shook his head and said: "The God-level Treasure Pavilion, a person can only enter once in a lifetime, this will have your chance."

Although Shen Qi didn't understand the principle, it still sounded quite powerful, he said: "Is the number of chances determined?"