"Don't let it run away? Teacher, what do you mean!" Yan Zanghai repeated this seemingly ordinary sentence, then widened his eyes, his face full of shock.

Dong Mingquan also knew that his thoughts were crazy, so he smiled and said, "I think it's crazy? It's even contrary to the way of heaven?"

Yan Zanghai nodded blankly.

Dong Mingquanha stopped the action in his hand and laughed: "At my age, it's a year to live for one more year. What kind of destiny or nature are nothing to me!"

"A man, the more he lives, the more he is afraid of death. That's because after living for a long time, he knows the wonders of this world and the preciousness of life!"

"Sixty years ago, I died and I died. Since I had the idea of ​​jumping off the mountain at that time, I was not afraid of death!"

"But fate is so magical. Not only did I not die, but I also got a fairy fate!"

"That immortal fruit will last my life for sixty years. Should I be content?"

"No, of course I'm not satisfied. Since I could live sixty years more, why can't I now?"

"As long as there is a continuous stream of immortal fruits, immortality is not impossible!" Dong Ming's face was flushed.

This scene made Yan Zanghai’s mentality towards Dong Mingquan change from awe to fear. Dong Mingquan is no longer the master of being knowledgeable and talented, kind, kind, and the country and the people, but a madman who is obsessed with the devil!

At this moment, Dong Mingquan was still immersed in his delusions and did not notice that his students had already begun to be on guard.

"I can't wait for the next sixty years. This time, I will trap the immortal tree here firmly. As long as the immortal tree is in my hands, I can get a steady stream of immortal fruits."

"At that time, what's the point of being a god? What kind of money, fame and fortune, how can you be free to be a god?"

"Zanghai, don't worry, as long as you control the immortal tree, you will definitely be the one you have! Then, you and my master and apprentice will be the immortals in the mountains! Do you still care about the Yan family?"

Dong Mingquan's words instantly hit Yan Zanghai's heart.

Yan Zanghai was born in the Yan family of four major martial arts schools. Logically speaking, this identity is not very important in the world where martial arts decline.

But the Yan family is extraordinary. The Yan family has a military background. Taking control of the Yan family is equivalent to mastering the top power!

However, although Yan Zanghai had high martial arts and knowledge, he had a poor background. His mother was just a country woman. She was not seen by the Yan family from beginning to end and ended up in depression.

From the day his mother passed away, Yan Zanghai vowed that one day he would take charge of the Yan family! This was one of the reasons why he joined Dong Mingquan at that time. After years of hard work, he knew the importance of connections and wanted to use Dong Mingquan's power to strengthen himself.

Who would have thought that the abacus was very good, but Dong Mingquan was not normal. He would only take himself to the mountain nest on weekdays!

Yan Zanghai has been very confused over the years. It was not until today that he understood what Dong Mingquan was planning!

I have to say that Dong Mingquan is a lunatic! But he is also an amazing genius!

So, Yan Zanghai took a deep breath and said, "Teacher, what am I going to do!"

Upon hearing this, Dong Ming nodded at Yan Zanghai with satisfaction. This is what his students should be like.

So, Dong Ming pointed all the strange magical arts that were placed on the ground, which were all over the place, and were filled with strange magic weapons.

"According to the direction I said, put these magical tools in place!"

When Yan Zanghai heard this, he took the magic weapon handed over by Dong Mingquan and said nervously: "Teacher, can these things really be useful?"

Dong Mingquan, while calculating the direction, asked back: "As a child of the four major martial arts families, you tell me, you have practiced internal kung fu for decades since childhood. Is it useful to face the current muskets and cannons? Can you be faster than the gun?"

When Yan Zanghai heard this, he immediately said unconvincedly: "It's not possible, but it can't be said to be useless!"

"Our internal martial arts focus on cultivating one's own energy and qi cultivation. Not to mention the level of martial arts, we can survive alone, and we will definitely surpass the vast majority of people!"

Dong Mingquan nodded: "That's right, you focus on polishing the five internal organs, focusing on the body of the outside, and cultivating both the inside and the outside!"

"These magic weapons are the same as the question I asked you just now. Whether they are useful depends on where they are used!"

"In the hands of ordinary people, these things are just a bunch of scrap copper and iron that are not good-looking, and it is not uncommon for those who collect rags!"

"But this thing is a treasure in the eyes of experts. Of course, it is not easy to kill chickens with scissors!"

"So don't be fooled by the messy sayings and stories outside. The magic weapon must also be used in the right hands and in the right places to be effective!"

Seeing Yan Zanghai seemingly understandable, Dong Mingquan asked, "Can you see that there is anything special about these things?"

Yan Zanghai touched the hammer-like thing in his hand and shook his head.

Seeing this, Dong Mingquan smiled slightly, and then said, "You're optimistic!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Dong Mingquan picked up a thing like a small flag with his hands, his face turned red, and he kept rubbing the small flag with his hands.

Just when Yan Zanghai was not sure about this, the small flag in Dong Mingquan's hand suddenly generated a whirlwind as Dong Mingquan kept rubbing.

At first, Yan Zanghai thought it was a wind blowing, but the wind power generated by the small flag became stronger and stronger, and finally it made a whimpering sound, but there was no strong wind around!

Yan Zanghai immediately opened his mouth wide. Is this wind actually emitted by a small flag?

Dong Mingquan put down the small flag in sweat, his face full of divine light and said, "This small flag is called the Wind-Shooting Banner. According to the Taoist priest, with all his strength, he can attract a level 8 strong wind! It is a veritable auxiliary magic weapon!"

Hearing this, Yan Zanghai looked at the small hammer in his hand with a scorching look, eager to try.

But he didn't expect that Dong Mingquan poured cold water and said, "Don't bother, this thing can't be activated by anyone, you have to have a sense of anger!"

"Qi? What Qi?" Yan Zanghai said in confusion.

Dong Mingquan sighed and said, "A mysterious aura cannot be said, but I can feel its existence in my body!"

"That energy is the product left by the immortal fruit, but now it is getting less and less!"

"So, while there is still this energy in my body, I will leave the immortal tree behind no matter what!"

Afterwards, Dong Mingquan stopped talking, but meticulously guided Yan Zanghai, and placed more than ten magic weapons of all sizes according to the corresponding relationship, forming a mysterious wind and water storage bureau on the Duanlong Cliff.

After doing all this, Yan Zanghai suddenly felt a slight coolness sweeping across his body, and the entire top of Duanlong Cliff Mountain somehow became foggy.
Chapter completed!