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Chapter 338 It's time to release Zhang Zhengyi

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    After thinking about it, Qin Yang still couldn't let go, so he decided to go and have a look.

    Following the intelligence news, I came all the way to the central part of the Nanman. After arriving here, I found that the atmosphere here was quite depressing. In the city, there were more guards, and even many cities began to check their identities.

    The forces to which the city belongs have also begun to directly send people to sit in town.

    The closer to the east and south, the more chaotic, there are a lot of fights, and few people below can not be affected.

    The most intuitive thing is that the prices of many resources have started to soar recently, especially the supply of things produced by the three schools of magic, and the supply has begun to plummet. Some strategic resources are no longer available outside.

    After searching several times for news, I got a piece of news that the mad ancestor had appeared nearby three days ago, and now he disappeared where he didn't know.

    Qin Yang went to the location of the news. There was only an ordinary, undulating hills covered with miasma, and some traces of fighting could be vaguely seen.

    Following the traces of the confrontation, he walked all the way, and after walking for a day, the demon beast wrapped around his wrist suddenly retracted his two heads, buried it in his body and pretended to be a dead dog.

    Qin Yang's heart skipped a beat, and he looked around, but didn't see or feel anything.

    "Who's there?"

    After a few breaths, Qin Yang saw the miasma in the dense forest, causing waves, a phantom, shuttled through the forest, crossed a mountain in the blink of an eye, and appeared in front of Qin Yang.

    Isn't it just the crazy ancestor I want to find.

    It's just that the current situation of the crazy ancestor doesn't look good at all.

    His left arm disappeared, his face was much older than before, full of gaps, his eyes became cloudy a lot, there was a dark palm print on his chest, and his sternum had collapsed a bit.

    Especially that silly look, just like before.

    "Master, how did you become like this?" Qin Yang was taken aback, and hurried up to support the mad ancestor.

    The Crazy Patriarch smiled foolishly, and grabbed Qin Yang's arm with his right hand, but this time, Qin Yang clearly felt that the Crazy Patriarch had already used all his strength, and still had some uncontrollable strength.

    But this time, Qin Yang didn't feel like his bones were going to be crushed like before.

    "Mingzhe, I knew you were not dead. How could you be dead? Impossible. Those people cursed you to die. They deserve to die. They're just old for the teacher, so they can't kill him" The mad ancestor was agitated  , talking, my mouth started to cough up blood

    "Master" Qin Yang's heart was blocked. Was it because of this reason that he would fight with people from the Netherworld Demon Sect?

    "Mingzhe, what do you look at?" The crazy old ancestor seemed to suddenly think of something, carefully took out a gourd, and stuffed it into Qin Yang's hand: "You know how to be filial, and you are happy for your teacher, so you drank half a bowl  , I left half a bowl of soup for you, drink it up"

    The lid of the gourd was lifted, and Qin Yang's hands froze when he smelled the special fragrance inside.

    This kind of taste, besides An Yeyou Epiphyllum, cannot be anything else.

    Did the crazy ancestor only drink half a bowl

    Is this why he is still a little unclear?

    Qin Yang's eyes were a little red, and he put the gourd in the hands of the crazy ancestor, and said softly.

    "Master, you should drink it. This is the disciple's filial piety to you. If you don't drink me Mingzhe is upset, drink it quickly."

    Crazy Patriarch held the gourd, his face was full of relief, and he glanced at Qin Yang with some hesitation. Seeing that Qin Yang's eyes were red, he seemed to be really unhappy.  I drank half a bowl of soup.

    After the mad patriarch finished drinking, Qin Yang took out the An Yeyou Epiphyllum, picked off a petal, and stuffed it into the mad patriarch's mouth without any explanation.

    "Eat it, don't keep it."

    "Oh" The mad ancestor obediently ate the petals.

    After Qin Yang felt that the aura of the mad patriarch had gradually stabilized, he took out a bunch of healing elixir and let the mad patriarch eat it.

    After taking the medicine honestly, the Crazy Patriarch grabbed Qin Yang's arm and did not let go, muttering to himself.

    "Mingzhe, don't run around, there is an old bastard, he said he killed you, oh no, he said he was going to kill you, I am old, my mind is not working, I was plotted by him, I am a teacher  I can't kill him, my arm is gone, you follow me as a teacher, I can keep you as a teacher, I am not old yet"

    Some of what the crazy ancestor said didn't make sense, but Qin Yang understood the general idea.

    Holding the arm of the mad ancestor, he also made a decision in his heart.

    theHis complexion became more and more gloomy: "I didn't know why before, but I couldn't track it down. Now that I have tracked it down, the place where the old thing is is very vague. It can only be judged that he is in a radius of three thousand miles, and there is a dark place.  Li's territory."

    "How dare the Li people be so bold?"

    "Snapped!"

    Before he finished speaking, he saw the figure of the fat man, suddenly disappeared in place, and hit the side wall in an instant. After coughing up a mouthful of blood, the fat disciple gritted his teeth and dared not make a sound.  He staggered back to his original position without saying a word.

    "What do you know? Do you think that Hei Li is as weak as Chi Li and Feng Li? It is the suzerain. If they dare to break into there, they may not come back alive. They just haven't shown their sharpness for hundreds of years. Since Cui Li  The old devil is there, no matter what the reason is, we must not provoke him."

    "Don't worry about him. According to the secret method, the old thing seems to be dead. The connection with the arm has become extremely weak. He won't live long. The most urgent thing is to find the treasure book of the underworld. Is there any news?  gone?"

    "No¡­¡­"

    On the other side, Zhang Zhengyi got out of Netherworld Demon Sect and returned to the inn with a smug look on his face.

    "Senior brother Qin, I have already found out that Master Cui's arm is in the vein of Huangquan, where there is a floating hall, and it is inside!"

    Qin Yang raised his eyelids, it seems that Zhang Zhengyi knew

    "Since you have been there, the ancestral land of the Netherworld Demon Sect, you must have gone too, right?"

    "Well¡­¡­"

    "Don't tell me you didn't go. You should know the distribution of the tombs and the general identities of the owners of the tombs, right?"

    "Senior Brother Qin, what kind of person am I!"

    "Oh, don't talk to me about these useless things, you should know about them, but I think, if I don't tell you, you will definitely take care of this matter, right?" (Remember  Website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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