"Hahaha!"

Chen Qing laughed and was in a very good mood.

"Tell me what is the first general outline of the scavenger book!"

"Master!"

It was the clever disciple who snatched the first one again.

"It's luck!"

"wrong!"

Chen Qing looked solemn, "Is it luck, luck, or luck! Whether it is opportunity or luck, as long as you are lucky enough, you can come to your door without moving! It's like being a teacher back then..."

Looking back on the past.

He sighed.

"The blessed person does not have to be busy, and the blessed person runs off his legs!"

boom!

Rumble!

At this moment, the two streams of light finally fell and hit Chen Qing about outside, making a shocking sound.

"Tsk tsk."

Chen Qing shook his head.

"After such a long distance, you must be dead and clear! Let's go... and live!"

Said.

His face was full of red, his sleeves flicked, and he rushed over with his three apprentices.

After a moment.

The four of them had already arrived at a deep pit that was dozens of feet in a radius. In the pit, there was a man with blood and blood that could not be seen clearly. There was a chicken beside the man, covered in charred body, and his tail feathers had disappeared.

I disappeared, and I became a bald chicken.

One person and one chicken.

Still motionless.

Of course it is Gu Han and Chongming.

Gu Han was so hurt that he really fell into a coma, but Chongming... but because of the transition from power consumption, he was too tired and fell asleep.

"chicken?"

Chen Qing was stunned, "Why is there a chicken?"

"Tsk tsk."

immediately.

He sighed, "It's so miserable, it's really miserable. It seems that this person is also looking for opportunities in the center of Sunset Mountain. What a pity... he is not lucky and dies! It's a cheaper one. It seems that he is still a good person.

Hello, scavenger!”

While talking.

He had already come to Gu Han.

"Master."

One disciple sighed, "Nothing is good, this man doesn't even have a storage ring."

Beside Gu Han.

Only that ragged black sword.

"Damn it!"

Chen Qing scolded again: "What is the first rule of the scavenger book!"

"Yes... don't be greedy."

"How many times have you said it!"

Chen Qing was heartbroken.

"No matter how small the mosquito legs are, they are still flesh! A Yuan crystal is also money! Master can cultivate to the extraordinary realm. How do resources come from? Isn't it all gathering a small amount? One Yuan crystal and one Yuan crystal are saved!"

"This sword!"

He pointed to the Black Sword.

"Even if it's broken, you can always exchange it for tens of eight thousand yuan crystals! And this chicken..."

He pointed to Chongming again.

"How rare is it for chickens to become monsters?"

"Will you eat meat after roasting and stewing soup improve your cultivation?"

Some words.

The three disciples were filled with admiration and their faces were full of admiration.

really!

He is worthy of being a three hundred-year-old scavenger!

There are not many people who can pick up this amount of scavengers and find all over the world!

"snort!"

Chen Qing ignored them.

He reached out and held the black sword, but did not move.

The sword spirit is resisting him.

"It's quite heavy?"

Chen Qing didn't understand and looked happy, "It seems that the material of this sword is definitely not ordinary, it's not a matter of 18,000 yuan crystal..."

Be happy.

He decided to teach his three apprentices something that was not in the scavenger book.

"remember."

"It depends on people when picking up scavengers!"

"The higher the identity, the less they can't move their things. Otherwise, when the forces behind him come to you, you won't know how to die! How many scavengers can't control their hands because of their greed, and they shouldn't pick them up if they pick them up!

The things I picked up caused a murderous disaster!”

The three disciples were fascinated by the hearing.

Master teaches his true skills, and he must be very careful and cannot leave a word behind!

"Judge identity."

Chen Qing continued: "First of all, look at it..."

Having said that.

He glanced at Gu Han, covered in blood, and was a little embarrassed, "Ahem, this person can't tell what he is wearing, but he probably has no origin..."

"Master."

A disciple seemed to have thought of something.

"Can he... be a member of the Xuanjian Sect? That's a first-class force, and everyone in the sect is a sword cultivator."

"Won't."

Another disciple shook his head.

"Look at how poor he is and his sword is so broken, how could he be from Xuanjian Sect?"

Chen Qing hesitated a little.

It won't...

Is he really from Xuanjianmen?

In that case, even if this person dies, he will not be able to provoke him.

"Master!"

At this time.

The last disciple stared at Gu Han's left hand, "Look, he seems to have something in his hand!"

"good."

Chen Qing glanced at him with praise.
To be continued...