Precisely because of this ability, many first-rate sects greet people from the Hall of Destiny with smiles.

Unfortunately, the Hall of Destiny does not easily provide calculations for people.

Chen Xi was not the one who had been in the palace the longest, but because of his excellent qualifications, he surpassed his master in a short time and was quickly promoted to the position of future successor.

Also, because of the master's laziness, many affairs in the hall were handed over to Chenxi. In the eyes of others, Chenxi was the master of the hall.

However, Chen Xi was a lively person. He often went out to play and assigned the affairs of the temple to several elders.

"How are you thinking about it?"

"Today, as long as you can repair the thing in your hand, I will release your people and those people as well!"

Shen Yuanjin smiled and looked behind Chen Xi.

"Master Chen!" Wang Er shouted excitedly when he saw Chen Xi.

Chen Xi collected his flying thoughts and looked back sideways.

Chongye and the others were brought back again.

The number of people has decreased, and quite a few people must have escaped.

When they approached Chenxi, they were driven to walk over from the other side and finally stopped on Xiaoying's right.

Behind them stood a row of mercenaries holding AK assault rifles.

As long as Chongye and the others make any unusual movements, they will be shot to death immediately.

Chen Xi looked at Gao Zheng and the others with a calm expression: "The runes on this thing are too badly damaged. I can't repair it."

"Oh...really?" Gao Zheng took out a pistol, hung it on his index finger and turned it in circles, looking in the direction of the hostage.

The threat is quite obvious.

Thin lips slightly parted:

"one......"

"two......"

“…”

The uncle didn't know what they wanted Chenxi to do, but seeing that Chenxi didn't seem very willing, it must be something very dangerous. He mustered up his courage and shouted to Chenxi first.

"Master Chen, don't worry about us. If you feel you can't do it, please stick to it to the end."

"Yes, Master Chen, please stick to your own ideas. We all deserved to die here. Your presence allowed us to vent our anger, and we are already satisfied."

Others echoed.

"Yes, we are not afraid of death."

"Master Chen, although I am afraid of pain and death, if it were you, I would be willing to feel it." Wang Er said firmly.

He had never felt so manly before. He was filled with joy, and death didn't seem so terrifying anymore.