Chapter 249 I’m Scared to Death

The corner of Mu Nanjin's mouth twitched slightly: "What are you thinking? I asked you to go over and get the magic weapon."

"Me?" Guang Liu felt that she must have called the wrong person.

People with high cultivation levels can't get it. How can a mortal like him get something from an immortal?

Having said that, for a mortal like him to be able to see the magic weapon of an immortal, it can be regarded as a blessing that he has cultivated in his previous ten lives.

"Yes, it's you, go quickly."

Mu Nanjin pushed his shoulder.

Jiang Xuan said to Guang Liu: "Listen to the young master."

Guangliu nodded and walked cautiously towards the large altar.

The monks discussed in low voices: "Who is this man? Why did the young master send him to get the artifact."

"I haven't seen him before... well, I can't say I haven't seen him before. He is covered in golden light, and I really can't tell who he is."

"I guess the young master Gongbo deliberately created such dazzling equipment just to prevent us from seeing his true appearance."

Jiayin, Heitan, Jiang Xuanren, etc.: "..."

Sorry, it's really not what you thought.

"If you really don't want us to see your true face, just wear a mask."

"Stop talking, Guangliu is already approaching the altar."

Everyone watched in silence as Guangliu came to the altar, but the altar did not pop up a barrier to force Guangliu away.

They quickly looked away again and rubbed their eyes.

Damn, Guangliu's equipment is too dazzling.

The person who refined that equipment was really nothing, how could he come up with such a worthless defensive equipment.

Having said that, it is indeed a defensive equipment. I am afraid that the monsters will turn around and run away when they see it.

Of course, they weren't scared away, but they didn't dare to get close because the equipment was too eye-catching.

Guangliu was not bounced away by the barrier. He calmed down a little and bowed to the three treasures with a very sincere and respectful attitude.

"Little Guangliu pays homage to the Moon God."

"Moon God, please don't blame me if I want to borrow your treasure."

"If you don't want to lend me the treasure, just let me know. I won't take it by force."

Guangliu stood in front of the altar and waited quietly for a while. After making sure that he did not hear any objections from the gods, he respectfully stretched out his hands and took off the red thread.

When the monks saw this, they said excitedly: "He took it off, he actually took it off."

"Who is this Guangliu? Why can he take down the magic weapon of the immortal?"

Mu Nanjin chuckled inwardly.

[I knew Guangliu could be removed, so I brought him here. 】

[Here, only he can take it off. 】

【Because he is...】

The third elder, fifth elder, and seventh elder shouted: "Young Master——"

Jiayin, Heitanren and others also shouted: "Mu Nanjin——"

Xiao Yunduo also shouted through the sound transmission "Miss Gongbo——"

Mu Nanjin was startled by them and asked with a cold face: "What's the matter?"

[Calling me so loudly all of a sudden really scared me to death. 】

[It's better that something happens, otherwise... hum...]

He pricked up his ears and listened to the monks glare angrily at the man who interrupted Mu Nanjin's thoughts.

Almost, just almost knew who Guangliu was.

Who is Guangliu? Why can I hold the magic weapon of gods?

Couldn't he be the descendant of a god?

This thought flashed through everyone's mind, and then they looked at Guangliu with a different look, with respect in their eyes.

The third elder coughed lightly: "We congratulate the young master on obtaining the artifact."

Mu Nanjin: "...That's it?"

[Is this shouting just to congratulate her? 】

[Also, anyone who gets the artifact, Wu Lun, will be very excited. 】

Guangliu came to Mu Nanjin holding a red ball of thread: "Girl, I got the red ball of thread."

Mu Nanjin took the red thread and said, "Go get the other two artifacts."

"yes."

Mu Nanjin used the red ball of thread as a blue ball and turned it around on his finger a few times and said: "There is a word called the crime of holding a treasure. If you have a treasure on your body, it will definitely bring death. But I am lazy and don't want to deal with running around every day. The people who came to assassinate me, so I will give you a chance to take away the artifact now. If you can’t take it away, don’t trouble me again in the future. Otherwise, don’t blame me for the assassination.”

Everyone's eyes lit up.

The third elder hurriedly said: "Young Master, you absolutely cannot do this."

Mu Nanjin asked him: "They can't take it away at all, why can't they use it?"

Third Elder: "..."

Some people were unconvinced: "You haven't tried it yet, how do you know we can't take it away?"

"Young Master Gongbo looks down on us."

The master of the Rakshasa Palace rolled up his sleeves: "Young Master Gongbo, tell me what kind of opportunity you give us?"

Mu Nanjin put the red thread ball on the ground: "If you can pick it up and take it away, then it is yours."

"Is it that simple?" The master of the Rakshasa Palace breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't just have to fight her: "I'll go first."

Mu Nanjin made a gesture of invitation.

The Lord of the Rakshasa Palace bent down to pick up the red ball of thread. However, he could not pick up the ball of thread whether he held it with one hand or with both hands. Even if I use my magic power, I can't move it even a little bit.

"I don't believe it."

He tried his best, veins popped out on his forehead, but he just couldn't pick it up.

Finally, he sat on the ground exhausted and said, "No, I can't lift it anymore."

"I come."

"It's my turn."

Other sects rushed to grab the red thread ball, but no one could take it.

The leader of the Tianmo Sect asked: "Young Master Gongbo, you didn't do anything to the red thread ball, did you?"

Mu Nanjin said quietly: "Master, you really think highly of me. What can I, a little monk, do to the artifact?"

[Hmph, it’s really ridiculous to think it’s my problem because I can’t pick up the artifact. 】

Master of the Heavenly Demon Sect: "..."

[Why don’t you reflect on why you can’t pick up the artifact, and why you don’t want the artifact to go with you. 】

The third elder felt relieved when he saw that no one could lift the artifact. He said: "The artifact must have its own gnosis when it follows the gods all year round. Whoever they want to follow is their wish. We cannot force it."

[The third elder is right, because everyone has selfish motives, the artifact is unwilling to leave with them. 】

Everyone: "..."

They have selfish motives, don’t you have selfish motives?

Guangliu returned to Mu Nanjin holding the second and third artifacts.

Mu Nanjin said: "Thank you for your hard work."

The people of Gongbo's family were overjoyed. They had obtained three artifacts in a short period of time. Who would dare to challenge their Gongbo's family in the future?

Mu Nanjin did not take the artifact: "Guangliu, put them on the ground and let other monks try to pick them up."

[I didn’t touch the artifact this time, but there’s no excuse to say I’ve tampered with it. 】

"Yes." Guangliu carefully placed the two artifacts on the ground.

The people around him rushed forward, trying to become the master of the artifact.

Unexpectedly, this move angered the weapon spirits in the artifact, and in a rage, they were all knocked away.

"Ah - poof -"

The monks were all beaten away and vomited blood.

Now, no one dares to think about magic weapons anymore. (End of chapter)