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Hong Jingtao suddenly stopped talking and stared at Wu Zhangkong expressionlessly.

Seeing the look on his face, Wu realized something was wrong. "What a joke," he said with a smile. You won't be angry, will you? The Soul-Returning Pill was a strange poison in the world. How could that bastard have invented it? It could bring the dead back to life, increase one's power in an instant, and restore one's power to its peak. After taking this Soul Restoring Pill, Li Guangling's entire body's power recovered in an instant and he was on par with me. It was a pity that I was already injured and had lost a lot of blood. Even though I have lost, I still feel honored!

Hong Lingtong narrowed his eyes that were emitting bright light and slowly spat out a few words with his harsh lips, "So? So you lost, and then we went back without success, unable to go south for ten years. Uncle Wu, you've really put in a lot of hard work! "

Although Wu Haoyuan was quite annoyed in his heart, the truth was more eloquent than the truth. The fact that he had suffered a crushing defeat and returned home was enough to make his hard work go away, turning as white as a sheet. Therefore, he did not want to explain any further. There was no point in speaking any more, it would only increase the laughingstock. The achievements of this world had always been written by the victors. As for the loser, no matter how brilliant his martial arts was, it would only add a touch of sadness to his performance.

Meanwhile, Uncle Wu stretched his muscles and straightened his back, attempting to let others feel that he was even taller and more imposing, even if the defeat that year was an unerasable humiliation in his life.

He changed his tone and said, "However, there is one thing that I want to explain to you. Although the effects of the Soul Replenishing Pill are significant, there are still some side effects that you don't know about. If he wasn't wrong, Li Guangling's body was gradually aging and shrinking. If he were to fully circulate his martial arts, he wouldn't normally be able to see much. But as long as it exceeds the limits of what he can endure, his internal energy will slowly drain away.

Hong Jingtao rolled his eyes, and smiled sinisterly: "Uncle Wu, you won't trick us right? We just met him two days ago. He's talking and laughing, and he's in good spirits. No matter how you look at it, he doesn't look like a patient suffering from a hidden disease. Of course, it's not that I don't believe you. You must have your reasons for saying that he couldn't handle it. How about this, you help me get rid of him! If you kill the sword, we can forget about my wife's debt. How about it? We must be very sincere. "

Hearing this, Uncle Wu was slightly uncertain, but he suddenly pointed a finger at him and laughed. "Nephew, it's really a good scheme! But I also have that intention! Since everyone had the same goal, they might as well consider cooperating. If the two of us join forces, forget about the Life and Death Sword, even the Jin'ling Fortune Pavilion would be able to accomplish it! "

Hong Lingtong touched his smooth and clean chin and rubbed his lips. He pondered for a moment and then said while staring at Uncle Wu, "We can consider your suggestion. But, I must experience your strength. How can I believe that you can really take out the Sword of Mercy? After all, ten years ago, you possessed one hundred and eighty thousand soldiers, yet in the end, you were defeated and defeated by Li Guangling's forty thousand soldiers. Something you couldn't do ten years ago, and you can do it today? "It's best if you don't lie to me. You know our famous Eagle Hall can clearly see it!"

The alliance master of the Sky Execution Alliance, Uncle Wu, had long predicted this question, so he pointed to the sky and said straightforwardly, "I knew you would say that. The strength of our Sky Execution Alliance is well-known to all. For example, last year, the world-shocking calamity at the Jin'ling Fortune Pavilion had forced them to retreat under the eyes of the four great families. They had even looted their gold treasure trove along the way. Nephew, may I ask who in the world is able to do this? "I hate you to the bones, but look at me right now, I am still alive and well."

Hearing this, Hong Jingtao also sincerely praised the other party's stratagem. He exchanged a glance with Light Envoy Wang Xiuxian beside him. After silently communicating with him, he lowered his head and started to ponder again and again.

After a while, his gaze became even colder, and he slowly raised his head, biting his lips, "I want to know, why did you choose me? After all, my father is the most suitable candidate, and all the soldiers and horses of our Hall of Fame are under his command. Without his permission, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to do this! "

A trace of sadness and sorrow suddenly appeared on Old Uncle Wu's pale face, and he recalled many heart-wrenching memories. Ten years had passed in the blink of an eye since he was forced to submit to poison and live a life beyond hope. Since he was forced to start all over again, he had no choice but to start all over again. He smiled bitterly and said, "Actually, this person can only be you and not your father Hong Beifei. That year, I led troops to the south to besiege Yangzhou, to Da Ming-tang, where a riot of mobs stood idly by. He had almost lost his reputation. Your father is still resentful and resentful towards me. This is not something that can be removed in a word or two. "

Even if this matter was unfathomable in the famous hall, Hong Jingtao had heard of it before. He also understood why his father would want to kill Wu Ke in a fit of rage. I, your father, am almost done for. You are still f * cking wandering around and not saving me, what's the use of keeping you here? At the same time, it also reminded him that the man in front of him was a formidable figure. In the past, even his father couldn't handle him. How could he control him?

It was easy to send a god away! Although Hong Jingtao was a bit moved, he still said vigilantly, "Then there's really no other way, I'm afraid I can't make the decision on this matter. After all, right now, my father has the final say in the entire matter, and your plan is so beautiful that I can only pass it on to you! "

Uncle Wu had long since known about his retreating attitude, so he could only smile helplessly and say, "This matter is of great importance. I can understand your deep concern." However, life was originally a choice. As the saying goes, current affairs create heroes, achieving great deeds and leaving behind a name in history. Once a general has succeeded, his life will be in ruins and opportunities will be hard to come by.

After hearing his words, Hong Jingtao's blood surged. How could he not want to establish an undefeated record and leave his name in history? However, he wasn't a reckless person. He still had some concerns regarding this matter. He deeply gazed at the Uncle Wu in front of him, observing the subtle changes in his expression. He wanted to see this guy who had passed away ten years ago as clear as the palm of his hand.

However, he soon discovered that everything was in vain. The other party had a head full of white hair, and his face was covered with wrinkles. Every stroke of his was a mark of the vicissitudes of time. His opponent had already been through countless trials and hardships, had seen countless people, and had a calm and calm face that was as still as a mountain.

He was a bit depressed, but he wouldn't say it out loud. After a long while, he coughed lightly and asked again, "It's not that I don't believe you, Uncle Wu. We all need to calm down. Also, how did you get through all these years? How did you become the leader of the alliance, with a shake of your body? "