Chapter 50 Two treasures (Part 2)

He Yiming's eyes swept over those things. He had made up his mind that after he went back, he must make up for this knowledge. He should keep some rare items in the world in mind as much as possible. Otherwise, at the next similar trade fair, he would be blind. Even if there is really a good thing in front of him, he would miss it for nothing.

However, if you want to keep all the rare items in the world in your heart, this is also a huge project. Even a strong man like him will never be able to accomplish it every day.

Suddenly, He Yiming sensed a strong gaze condensed on him.

He felt a stern in his heart, and He Yiming looked up and happened to meet Mu Jintian's gaze.

There seemed to be no grudge in this pair of eyes, but instead was full of a kindness.

However, after seeing Mu Jintian's eyes, He Yiming's heart was filled with chills. He killed a prince and a master of the Tufan Kingdom, but the other party seemed to be nothing. Isn't this too chilling?

Mu Jintian stepped forward, came to his side, and whispered: "Brother He, I have a private matter I want to discuss with you, I don't know if I can talk about it."

He Yiming pondered for a moment and said with a smile: "Okay."

They left the room side by side, and although everyone saw it, they didn't care.

The two of them also came to the shade of the tree, and Mu Jintian said in a deep voice: "Brother He, the misunderstanding between us this time was caused by Bu Yincong. It is really unforgivable to dare to cause harm to Mrs. Zun."

He Yiming said with a slutty smile: "Brother Mu, since Bu Yingcong has been killed, then this matter is over, so no one needs to mention it."

In fact, He Yiming still had a deep grudge in his heart, and he had no fondness for the Tufan Kingdom, which had cultivated Bu Yincong. But the problem is that even if he was ten times arrogant, he would not think that he could shake the entire Tufan Kingdom by just him.

So when he killed Bu Yingcong, he could no longer provoke whether he wanted to.

Mu Jintian bowed deeply to him and said, "Brother He is a lot, thank you."

He Yiming took a step back, returned a half-hearted salute, and said, "Brother Mu, you asked me out, it's not for this little thing."

Mu Jintian laughed and said, "Brother He is quick and speaks, then I will just say it." He put away the smile on his face and said, "Brother He, Mu has a legitimate grandson, and what he practices is the three-line mutual generation technique."

Speaking of this, he stopped and looked at He Yiming with his eyes full of consciousness.

He Yiming was surprised. What does this stupid word mean?

As if seeing He Yiming's doubts, Mu Jintian smiled bitterly and reminded: "Mu's grandson is 68 years old this year and has not yet entered the innate world, but the three-type martial arts have been practiced to the peak of the tenth level."

Speaking of this, a hint of arrogant expression appeared on his face, as if he was extremely proud of it.

He Yiming suddenly realized and blurted out: "Do you want me to bless the meridians for his guardian?"

Mu Jintian nodded solemnly, took out two square boxes the size of a fist from his body and handed them over, and said, "If Brother He is willing to help him, then these two things will be used as rewards. In addition, if Brother He has any other requirements, please ask, Mu will definitely do his best."

He Yiming pondered and opened the two square boxes. Among the two boxes, one was a crystal clear stick with only the length of the middle finger.

The moment the box opened, a strong ice-type force emerged from the small stick. Even the surrounding environment seemed to have suddenly dropped a few degrees.

But what was contained in the other box was a stone of four colors.

As soon as He Yiming's eyes fell on the stone, he immediately recognized that this thing must be the same type of item as the popular three-color jade, but the jade in the box was only one more color.

He thought of the three-colored jade masters just now, and immediately exchanged their items with them without thinking, and immediately knew that this thing must be a rare thing.

And the small white stick that exudes chill is definitely a big deal to be on par with this item. But the only thing that makes him regret is that he does not recognize what these two items are.

Mu Jintian had a trace of calm confidence on his face. He took out these two items, but in fact he invested a lot of money.

Among the basic five elements, innate strong people who practice the three-level practice of mutual generation are rare, and even if there are such people, the attributes of the three-level practice of mutual generation are not consistent with their grandson.

If it weren't for this, he wouldn't have really put aside all grudges and took out such two precious items, and asked He Yiming for help with shamelessness.

Although Bu Yingcong had a trace of blood relationship with him, he was already outside the five squads. Although the dead innate master also had a certain friendship with him. But after all, these two people were dead, so how could they compare with his own grandson's future?

The fellow practitioners of the three-level mutual generation may not have much advantage at the beginning. But he understood that if this talent could be developed, then what a huge advantage would be when his true energy reaches the peak of Baisantian and successfully breaks through the first-line sky.

Of course, although his grandson is of extraordinary talent, it is nothing compared to the person in front of him.

However, when he finished sighing, he saw that He Yiming's face was not only not surprised, but instead frowned slightly.

He was shocked. Could it be that the value of these two things still cannot impress He Yiming?

However, no matter how he guessed, he never expected that He Yiming, who was a powerful man in the first tier, was not unhappy, but did not know the true value of these two items.

The reason why he was hesitant was actually just observing these two things carefully and guessing their purpose.
Chapter completed!