Chapter 1037: Humans have weaknesses

The pock-marked monk answered truthfully: "What the steward said at the beginning was indeed for us to target Ning Caiyun and try to capture him and seize his storage bag and spiritual stones."

"But after the golden elixir stage strongman appeared, the steward suddenly sent a message, asking us to mobilize the formation flag with all our strength and make sure to kill that person. He also said that after the matter is completed, we must ask the city lord for credit!"

The fat monk's eyes shone brightly, "Ask for merit from the city lord? In other words, it's not just his intention to target that person, Yan Laoguai?"

"This...sir, you mean that the city lord is actually behind this matter?"

The pock-marked monk was stunned for a moment, and then he immediately reacted.

He rolled his eyes and continued hurriedly: "But that person...how could he offend the city lord? Moreover, in Sunset City, with the city lord's ability, isn't it more than enough to deal with a mere Golden Core monk?"

The fat monk stroked his beard and quickly analyzed, "It's not inevitable. The auction is about to start, and members from all sides of Donghai Thirteenth Ward are gathering."

"If it's a public feud, there's no way this person is running rampant in Sunset City. If it's a personal feud... the city lord will definitely not be able to come forward publicly."

The pock-marked monk asked cautiously: "What do you mean, Master Huang?"

"If we take the initiative and capture that guy, when the city lord is happy, I might be able to take a step further and officially become a senior member of the Sunset City." The fat monk carefully twirled his beard, his eyes flashed wildly, and his thoughts changed. Gotta be active.

There is no doubt that Sunset City, supported by Donghai Thirteenth Wood, is strong. Sunset City has been established for thousands of years, and few people in the East China Sea Islands dare to offend or break the rules of Sunset City.

This also means that there are no opportunities and no connections. If you want to climb up, there are only a handful of opportunities to obtain more resources.

But now...this is undoubtedly an opportunity.

"Taking the initiative? This...that person is not weak

, even the steward couldn’t take him away..."

The pock-marked monk reacted and quickly spoke in a low voice.

It was true that he deliberately provoked Mr. Huang in front of him to target Su Twelve, but his purpose was just to give him another opponent.

At this moment, when he heard that Mr. Huang was actually taking him directly to take action, the fear he had faced Su Twelve suddenly came to mind, making him panic inexplicably.

But before he could finish his words, he saw the fat monk's eyes widening, his beard trembling slightly, and a cold snort coming from his mouth.

"Hmph, you mean that I, who is at the peak of my cultivation in the Golden Core stage, am not as strong as the steward? Let alone that person's opponent?"

The pock-marked monk shook his head quickly and said quickly, "No, no, I have no doubt about Master Huang's strength."

"I just feel that we don't know the specific situation. In order to avoid omissions, it is best to report it to the steward first as Master Huang just said and let him know the specific situation. Even... let the city lord know. ah."

The slightly fat monk had a cold face, waved his hands indifferently, and continued: "Look at your worthless appearance. A mere golden elixir monk can scare you like this. Why did my law enforcement team accept you like this?" A waste."

"You... you are overestimating that person's strength. It's just a golden elixir, no matter how strong it is, how strong can it be."

The corners of the pock-marked monk's mouth twitched slightly, and he was about to speak, but was interrupted again by the fat monk. "Can……"

"But what? Are the stewards of the City Lord's Mansion helping you secretly? With the rubbish array flags in your hands, how powerful can it be if someone else helps?"

"Deal with

Generally, Jindan cultivators are okay, but it is impossible to deal with real masters. "

"If my judgment is correct, then Old Monster Yan is just using you guys as cannon fodder to test that person's true strength."

As soon as the fat monk said this, the pockmarked monk and Wood Xing looked at each other quickly, and their expressions instantly collapsed.

"Cannon...cannon fodder?"

"Don't believe it? Who is Mr. Yan? He is the senior executive of Sunset City. Will he care about the lives of you nameless people?"

"The words of the higher-ups cannot be trusted. If you want to live well in Sunset City, you have to listen to me, right?"

"If I get promoted, your status will naturally increase."

After saying this, the fat monk glanced at the two people in the room.

Then he raised his hand and waved lightly, and a formation flag exuding rich spiritual essence appeared in his hand.

Compared to the blood-stained formation flag lying on the ground next to the scar-faced monk's body in the room.

The formation flag in the hand of the slightly fat old man was absolutely crushing with just his breath.

With just a slight push, microwaves rippled in the room, and a ball of unknown heavenly fire suddenly erupted.

The moment the sky fire hit the ground, it ignited the corpse of the scar-faced monk on the ground.

The flames go as quickly as they come.

In the blink of an eye, the formation fluctuations disappeared, and the flames in the room also disappeared.

Also disappearing was the body of the scar-faced monk.

On the other hand, the pock-marked monk and Wood Xing were sitting on the ground at the moment, their bodies shaking like chaff.

Sweat had already wet their clothes and hair at some point, making the two of them look like they had been fished out of the water.

Their eyes fell on the fat monk, and the two of them were horrified.

"That...that's..."

"Of course it's the power exerted by me holding the formation flag. With this formation flag in hand, let alone a golden elixir, even an old monster in the Nascent Soul stage might be able to fight."

"Now, do you two still think it is necessary to inform Old Monster Yan and the City Lord in advance?"

The fat monk asked with a smile.

"No...of course it's not necessary. I've known for a long time that with Master Huang's strength, it's definitely more than enough to deal with that kid."

The pock-marked monk shook his head like a rattle. If he said what he had said to the other party before, he was still a bit suspicious.

At that moment, all doubts disappeared.

Previously, he and the scar-faced monk worked together to activate the formation flag, and the steward secretly helped, so I thought he was strong enough.

But compared to the fat monk's hand, there is still a huge difference. The difference is more than ten times.

Damn it! Mr. Huang is indeed right. We really cannot believe what those senior officials said. They really use us as cannon fodder.

He cursed secretly, and then thought of something, the pock-marked monk said hurriedly and carefully.

"It's just... that the monk finally took action, but it was not against us, but with the help of a level three monster."

"Even if we get over it, what stance should we take against them?"

The fat monk squinted his eyes with an unfathomable look, and waved his hands casually, "Standing? It doesn't matter. It would be best if he just surrenders his hands and captures him."

"Otherwise, just assign any crime to him! The power and strength are in our hands. Is it difficult to punish someone?"

"No matter how bad things are, you can still try to anger him. Humans have weaknesses. Some people's weakness is their sons. Even if he doesn't have a son, he must have other things he values."

As he spoke, the fat monk showed an air of mastery.