Chapter 1212 Old Division

The hall was deserted at the moment. There was a table in the hall, and a man sat behind it, squinting his eyes due to fatigue.

"Minister Zhao Yi, why are you sleeping in the broad daylight?" A joking voice sounded, and a burly man walked over with a plate of fruit in his hand: "Eat something and wake up."

"Zu Shan." Looking at the burly man, Zhao Yi narrowed his eyes and sat up straight.

"Yuncheng really arranged a good job for us. They said they were looking for someone who could control the divine object. It's been a few days, and there's nothing to show for it."

The fruit was handed to him, but Zhao Yi didn't eat it. He complained a little: "How many people in the world can get the divine object? To me, the people in Yuncheng just looked down on us because we were natives from Chaoge City, and found a reason to send us here to be idle."

"What's so great about it? If we hadn't accompanied us in Chaoge City, could God have taken control of the Ministry of War so quickly and overthrown those noble families? If God had fallen in Chaoge, what would they have done?"

"Say less of this every day. The appointment was made by Sansheng Military Advisor. Can you blame him?" Zushan patted Zhao Yi and sat down himself.

It was comforting, but Zushan was also a little sad. They all followed Ye Fan to rise to power. When Ye Fan first arrived in Chaoge City as the Minister of the Ministry of War, Zhao Yi was the first to surrender. Although he resisted, he was also accepted by Ye Fan because of his bloodline.

As time went by, the former Minister of Military Affairs became the world-famous Lord of Nanchuan, and their former confidants were also promoted and entered the Nanchuan system.

However, although they were appointed, they were not as important as before. Nanchuan was full of talents and various figures emerged one after another. They were no longer ranked.

"We are still not strong enough, and we are not talented enough. We have not seized the opportunities assigned by the higher-ups." Zushan said, patting Zhao Yi: "If we can have some adventures, maybe we can also stand out."

"Look at the recent Thousand Kings Plan. If we can be selected, we will become kings directly. By then, maybe we can follow King Ye and conquer the world."

"Conquering the world is another matter. At least, we don't have to be so cowardly." Zhao Yi said, his eyes full of unwillingness.

Everyone knows about Nanchuan's transformation, and this transformation is the result of the transformation of many people.

Along the way, he has seen many people who have become famous overnight because of Nanchuan's adventures, and many of them are even his former companions.

Although they have made some progress, it is really insignificant in comparison. Even the most common beast-controlling ball in their hands can't play much role.

Ordinary as it can be, although they have a job that doesn't worry about food and drink because of their past followers, they only feel that the stars are dim after seeing the daylight.

"Don't worry, life is not bad now. Outside of Nanchuan, many people can't even fill their stomachs." Zushan patted Zhao Yi again and stood up: "I'll go around the city and come to take your shift in the afternoon."

"Go, go." Zhao Yi waved his hand. Zushan and he were originally two shifts, and they came here at this time to share some fruits.

Zushan went out in a blink of an eye, and Zhao Yi became bored again, leaned on the back of the chair, and took a nap again.

Click.

This nap didn't last long, and the sound of footsteps woke him up. Zhao Yi opened his eyes and saw a guard leading a gun-wielding boy.

"Minister Zhao, there is a young man who got a divine object and came to Nanchuan. Please register and arrange it." The guard bowed and let the young man come to him.

"Did someone really get a divine object?" Zhao Yi was no longer sleepy. He only took a look at the red tassel spear, and his eyes were full of surprise.

He was only the eternal power, but he was able to feel the sharpness of the divine spear.

If it stabbed him, he would probably be unable to stop it!

"Please sit down quickly." Zhao Yi stood up and hurriedly greeted the young man. The guard sent the man to the front and bowed and left.

"Where are you from and what's your name?" Standing next to the young man, Zhao Yi was particularly enthusiastic.

Ye Wang said that those who get divine objects will be treated as geniuses in Nanchuan. In his eyes, the young man in front of him was already a genius.

"My name is Zhao Jiajun, and I came from Jingnan." Zhao Jiajun did not expect Zhao Yi's enthusiasm and was a little embarrassed.

"Jingnan? Then you must have suffered a lot." Zhao Yi noticed the boy's embarrassment: "Don't be afraid, this is Nanchuan, coming here is like returning home."

"Your last name is Zhao, and mine is Zhao too. Maybe we are relatives with the same ancestors."

"Hehe." Hearing this, Zhao Jiajun relaxed a little. Looking at Zhao Yi, he didn't expect that this official from Nanchuan would be so close to the people.

Nanchuan is indeed worthy of its reputation.

"Sir Zhao, what should I do next?" Holding the red tassel spear, Zhao Jiajun asked: "When I came, the guard said that with this magical object, I can go to Nanchuan and shine. Is that true?"

"Of course." Zhao Yi immediately said: "King Ye said that treating a genius is not only about shining, but also about becoming famous all over the world!"

"You don't have to do anything, I will arrange it for you!"

"Great, thank you Sir Zhao." Zhao Jiajun was a little excited.

"No problem, no problem." Zhao Yi waved his hand, took out the communicator, and was about to convey Zhao Jiajun's message.

As he asked and typed, Zhao Yi couldn't help but show some envy on his face.

A boy who became an orphan because of war, living in a place like Jingnan, if he were an ordinary person, it would be difficult for him to survive in this chaotic world.

But because of a divine object from outer space, the orphan in a remote village suddenly became a distinguished guest of Nanchuan.

The world is so big, you can go anywhere in the future. It is humble to shine and bring honor to your family.

"If you have a chance, even if you are a piece of wood, you can become a spirit." Zhao Yi sighed, looking at the boy holding the red tassel spear with innocent eyes in front of him, envious and a little jealous.

Just as he just said to Zushan, people like them, even if they followed the king in the past, can hardly hide their ordinary colors. For a lifetime, it is already a blessing to have such an ordinary life.

"If such a boy can get it, why can't I?" A thought emerged in his mind. The previous complaints were like waves hitting his heart. Zhao Yi looked at Zhao Jiajun's eyes and gradually changed. In his heart, it seemed that a drum was beating.

"Little Jiajun, do you know how to use this magical object?" Zhao Yi asked, still feeling uneasy.

"I don't know." Zhao Jiajun scratched his head, and the youthful look could not be concealed: "I haven't learned any magic, I can only wave it randomly."

As he said, Zhao Jiajun casually waved the red tassel spear, and the long spear swept past, instantly making a sonic boom, and the impact force was like a wave, rushing into the distance.

"The divine object is indeed worthy of its reputation." Zhao Yi saw it and yearned for it even more.

He had vision, and he could see that the attack just now did not have any help from the user, but only the power of the divine object itself.

"For such a divine object, the stronger the user, the greater the power it exerts. If it is in my hands, I am afraid that the Xingyao strongman will only be a one-off opponent." The drumbeat in his heart beat louder, and Zhao Yi felt a little dry in his mouth.

The boy in front of him was so ignorant, obviously he had never seen anything. If he really wanted to use some tricks, he might not be able to recognize it.

At this moment, Zushan was not there, and except for the guard, no one knew the whereabouts of this boy. If he...

"Lord Zhao, what's wrong with you?" Seeing Zhao Yi in a trance, Zhao Jiajun asked.

"No, it's all right." Zhao Yi came back to his senses, his heart was beating like a drum. Looking at the red tasseled spear again, his tongue was dry.

"Xiao Jiajun, there seems to be something wrong with your spear. Bring it here, I'll help you take a look."

"Is there a problem?" Zhao Jiajun panicked when he heard this. He had just learned about the bright future, but now he changed again.

"Here, Lord Zhao, help me see what's wrong."

Without any hesitation, the red tasseled spear went from Zhao Jiajun to Zhao Yi.

Snap.

Holding the red tasseled spear, Zhao Yi's heart stopped for a moment.

He, such an existence, could actually touch such a thing one day.

"A divine object, a divine object." With his eyes full of obsession, Zhao Yi reached out and touched the gun, as if he was touching his lover.

"I never thought that one day you would be in my hands."

"Lord Zhao." Zhao Jiajun felt something was wrong and reached out to take back the red tassel spear: "Give me my spear first."

This grab did not catch the spear. Zhao Yi turned sideways, leaving him empty-handed, still stroking the spear obsessively.

"Lord Zhao, that's my spear!" Zhao Jiajun shouted, already a little bright.

"Hmm?" This shout finally woke Zhao Yi up. His eyes moved from the red tassel spear to Zhao Jiajun, but Zhao Yi's eyes suddenly became cold.

"Isn't this sacred object mine?"