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"How rich are you?" Qin Yang sat on the cloud bed, sipped his wine, and let out a long sigh, his face full of envy.
Qin Yang actually didn't have much specific idea of ??how strong Taoist Zixiao was before, but he just thought he was very strong, super strong
Now sipping wine, sitting and watching the aura scattered all over the sky, like a meteor shower falling, endlessly, I have a concrete idea of ??how rich Taoist Zixiao is
Each of the auras is at least a spiritual weapon, and some auras are even extremely powerful. In all likelihood, they are stronger treasures
What's more, the old man also said that there are many secret treasures that are not included in the rank of magic treasures. These secret treasures have different powers, but each has its own magic.
However, even if it is a tasteless secret treasure, its value is higher than that of ordinary magic weapons.
In just a few glasses of wine, there are almost a thousand magic weapons scattered and escaped
It is impossible for Qin Yang not to be envious
"It's a pity, I'm too weak to catch up with these magic weapons, so I can only sit here drinking, wait for the rabbits, and wait for a magic weapon that doesn't have long eyes, and jump into my arms by myself" Qin Yang felt a little regretful. A feast, but it has nothing to do with me.
I just don't know what happened there, why the magic weapon dotted on the multi-treasure sky wheel fell and escaped
"Whoosh"
A divine rainbow passed not far away, quickly catching up with one of the escaping auras.
After the divine rainbow dissipated, a middle-aged monk in Taoist robe held a trembling sapphire gourd in his hand, looked up to the sky and laughed loudly: "Hahaha, what a treasure"
The middle-aged monk glanced at Qin Yang who was sitting on the bed of clouds drinking in the distance, turned around and turned into a rainbow to continue chasing other magic weapons
Qin Yang has no expression on his face and no waves in his heart. As long as the monks who came to snatch the magic weapon are not blind, they can tell that this cloud bed is refined by white clouds casually squeezed by an expert.
At such a time, someone who is in the mood to refine a white cloud, sit on it to drink and watch a show, and is not afraid of offending the Two Saints and the Wanyong Company, is definitely not an ordinary person
In the absence of the rightful lord, he must go to seize the treasure, leaving Qin Yang, a junior, waiting here, so he is naturally not afraid of being targeted.
Besides, with so many magic weapons scattered around, who is in the mood to deal with a junior who has just established his foundation
However, in just half a stick of incense, Qin Yang has already seen seven or eight people catch up with a magic weapon each, and each magic weapon is overflowing with aura, and its appearance is first-class, Qin Yang's eyes are extremely hot. , but it can only be an eye addiction
"Forget it, have a drink" Qin Yang shook his head, lowered his head to eat vegetables and drink, gave up waiting for the rabbit, and gave birth to the magic weapon of spirituality. Sometimes it is stronger than the instinct of monsters. Seeking good luck and avoiding disaster is an instinct. Why? There may be a magic weapon of the blind rabbit, which crashed and died on this tree.
"Whoosh"
There was another sound of breaking through the air, Qin Yang raised his eyelids, and glanced casually.
A purple-gold aura with dim aura flew towards him.
Looking at it again, Qin Yang felt that something was wrong. This purple-gold aura was flying straight towards him, not to mention the speed, and the distance was getting closer
"Damn it"
Qin Yang let out a strange cry, and his hairs all stood on end. He instinctively felt the danger, and before he had time to think about it, he turned over and jumped off the cloud bed.
When he fell, he turned over and looked, and saw that the cloud bed above his head was shattered by that purple-gold aura, and the already dim aura also completely disintegrated and dissipated, only a black thing fell towards the ground
With a dark face, Qin Yang took out the purple crane ink talisman, summoned the purple crane, caught himself, and flew to the place where the black mass fell.
There was a large pit several feet long on the ground, and a sledgehammer covered with charred black lay quietly at the bottom.
The sledgehammer is shaped like an urn hammer, but it is not perfectly round. It has thick ends, resembling a combination of an urn hammer and an ordinary iron hammer.
A damaged magic weapon.
Qin Yang's complexion instantly became darker.
Not to mention being almost smashed to death by this flying magic weapon, or a completely damaged magic weapon, how dark is his face?
Could it be that he had great luck before, and now it's time for bad luck?
For a while, Qin Yang was a little imaginative and murmured in his heart. After all, not to mention the "Zixiao Daojing" before, after the Taoist Zixiao pointed it out, he even gave himself the innate primordial purple energy
Is it now?After all the luck has been consumed, bad luck is about to start?
Qin Yang always felt that this statement might be possible, otherwise why would he recite it like this?
"Whoosh"
A divine rainbow fell in front of the big crater, and the middle-aged monk who had seen before stepped out, seeing Qin Yang was slightly taken aback, then looked up at the sky, the cloud bed had disappeared, and a hint of bewilderment suddenly appeared on the middle-aged monk's face
"Before, I just saw this magic weapon hit something, but I didn't expect it hit a cloud bed. Little guy, are you okay? Where are your parents?"
"The old man went to grab the treasure." Qin Yang pulled his face, this guy really can't open any pot
The middle-aged monk didn't take it seriously, and took a look at the sledgehammer with a broken handle in the pit, showing regret: "The rank of this magic weapon itself should not be low, but it's a pity that the restraint inside it collapsed, the Dao pattern collapsed, and even The aura of the material itself has disappeared, and it has been completely reduced to a piece of scrap iron, which is not even qualified to be used as a material for re-smelting"
The middle-aged monk shook his head, swayed, and flew away again as a rainbow
After a while, another divine rainbow flew over, and a monk with a sharp mouth, sunken cheeks, and a body as fat as a ball fell down.
The cultivator glanced at the sky, then at Qin Yang, with a dazed look on his face.
"It turned out that it hit the cloud bed" Then he glanced at the sledgehammer with a broken handle, shook his head with regret, turned around and flew away
Just as the man left, another monk landed, repeated the actions and words of the one in front of him, turned around and flew away
After several times in a row
Qin Yang's face was as black as ink, as if black water was about to drip out, he gritted his teeth, and his back molars creaked in anger.
If the strength is enough, these guys will be beaten to death on the spot!
Are these guys still human? Everyone says the same thing when they come down. They are sick!
What a gloat!
Seeing that no one fell to the ground finally, Qin Yang turned around and left, but after taking two steps, he turned around with gritted teeth, jumped into the big pit, and grabbed the broken handle of the sledgehammer.
"I just left like this. I really can't swallow this breath. I have to pick up this broken hammer. After smelting it, throw it into any hut in any city as a stepping stone! Eh, it's quite heavy"
Putting the sledgehammer with the broken handle into the storage bag, Qin Yang came out of the pit angrily.
Just when another monk flew over here, he paused for a while, looked down with his head, and then
Fly away with a face full of surprise
"It's not over!" Qin Yang gritted his teeth and jumped angrily (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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