"You are so rich." Qin Yang sat on the cloud bed, sipping a small drink, sighing, his face full of envy.
In fact, Qin Yang didn't have much concrete idea of how strong Zixiao Taojun was before. He just thought he was very, very, very, very strong...
Now I am sipping my wine, sitting and watching the auras scattering all over the sky, like a meteor shower falling continuously, and I have a concrete idea of how rich Taoist Zixiao is...
Every spiritual light is at least a spiritual weapon, and some spiritual lights are even so powerful that they are probably even stronger treasures...
What's more, the old man also said that there are many secret treasures that are not included in the level of magic weapons. These secret treasures have different powers, but they all have their own magic. Some secret treasures have useless functions, while others are very mysterious and extremely heaven-defying.
However, even if it is a useless secret treasure, its value is higher than that of ordinary magic weapons.
In just a few glasses of wine, there were already almost a thousand magic weapons scattered in all directions...
It's impossible for Qin Yang not to be envious...
"It's a pity that I'm too weak to catch up with these magic weapons. I can only sit here and drink, wait and see, waiting for the magic weapon that has no eyes to jump into my arms..." Qin Yang felt a little regretful, a gluttonous feast
A feast, but it has nothing to do with me.
I just don’t know what happened over there, why the magic weapons decorated on the Duobao Heavenly Wheel fell and escaped...
"Whoosh..."
A divine rainbow passed by not far away and quickly caught up with one of the escaping spiritual lights.
When the rainbow dispersed, a middle-aged monk wearing a monk's robe held a trembling green jade gourd in his hand, looking up to the sky and laughing: "Hahaha, what a treasure..."
The middle-aged monk glanced at Qin Yang, who was sitting on the cloud bed drinking in the distance, turned around and turned into a divine rainbow to continue chasing other magic weapons...
Qin Yang's face was expressionless, and his heart was calm. The monks who came to seize the magic weapon, as long as they were not blind, could see that the cloud bed was made by an expert who pinched white clouds casually.
At this time, those who are in the mood to refine a white cloud, sit on it, drink and watch a show, and are not afraid of offending the Two Saints Sect and Wanyong Company, are definitely not ordinary people...
Since the rightful owner is not here, he must have gone to seize the treasure. If Qin Yang, the younger generation, is left waiting here, he will naturally not be 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 a foundation...
However, in just half a stick of incense, Qin Yang had already seen seven or eight people catching up with a magic weapon. Each magic weapon was overflowing with auras and looked very good. Qin Yang was extremely excited when he saw it.
, but I can only live with my eyesight...
"Forget it, let's have a drink..." Qin Yang shook his head, lowered his head to eat food and drink, giving up waiting for the magic weapon to give birth to spirituality. Sometimes it is stronger than the instinct of monsters and beasts. It is instinct to seek good luck and avoid disaster. Why?
There may be a blind rabbit magic weapon that crashes into his own tree.
"Whoosh..."
Another sound broke through the air, and Qin Yang raised his eyelids and glanced casually.
A dim purple-gold spiritual light flew in his direction.
Looking at it again, Qin Yang felt that something was wrong. This purple-gold spiritual light was flying straight towards him, not to mention the speed, and the distance was getting closer and closer...
"Fuck..."
Qin Yang screamed strangely, and the hair on his body stood up. He instinctively sensed 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 around, only to see that the cloud bed above his head was shattered by the purple-gold spiritual light. The originally dim spiritual light also completely shattered and dissipated. Only a black thing fell towards the ground.
…
With a dark face, Qin Yang took out the purple crane ink basket, summoned the purple crane, caught him, and flew towards the place where the black thing fell.
There was a large pit several feet high on the ground, with a sledgehammer covered in charred black at the bottom, lying there quietly.
The sledgehammer is shaped like a golden urn hammer, but it is not round. The two ends are thick, rather like a combination of a golden urn hammer and an ordinary hammer. The surface is completely charred and black, with no aura at all. There is also a break in the handle at the rear...
A damaged magic weapon.
Qin Yang's complexion instantly turned darker.
Not only was he almost killed by this flying magic weapon, but it was also a completely damaged magic weapon. How dark was his face?
Could it be that I had great luck before and now I am going to have bad luck?
For a moment, Qin Yang had some wild thoughts and murmured in his heart. After all, not only had he obtained the "Purple Sky Taoist Scripture" before, but after the advice from the Taoist Master Zixiao, even the innate Hongmeng Purple Qi was given to him...
Have you exhausted all your luck now and are you about to start having bad luck?
Qin Yang always felt that this statement might really be possible, otherwise why would he recite it so much?
"Whoosh..."
A divine rainbow fell in front of the pit. The middle-aged monk whom he had seen before stepped out. He was slightly startled when he saw Qin Yang. He raised his head and looked at the sky again. The cloud bed was gone. A hint of surprise suddenly appeared on the middle-aged monk's face...
"I just saw this magic weapon hit something before, but I didn't expect it hit the cloud bed. Little guy, are you okay? Where are your elders?"
"The old man went to grab the treasure." Qin Yang had a long face, this guy really doesn't know how to open a pot...
The middle-aged monk didn't take it seriously, looked at the broken-handled sledgehammer in the pit, and expressed regret: "This magic weapon itself should be of a high grade, but it's a pity that the restrictions inside it collapsed, the Dao patterns collapsed, and even
The aura of the material itself has been wiped out, and it has completely become a piece of scrap metal. It is not even qualified to be reprocessed as a material..."
The middle-aged monk shook his head, swayed, and once again turned into a divine rainbow and flew away...
After a moment, 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 monk glanced at the sky and then at Qin Yang, with a look of confusion on his face.
"It turns out that I hit the cloud bed..." Then he glanced at the broken-handled sledgehammer in the pit, shook his head with a look of pity, turned around and flew away...
As soon as this man left, another monk came down. He 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 dripping out, and he was grinding his teeth, and his back molars creaked in anger.
If he was strong enough, he would beat these guys to death on the spot!
Are these guys still human? Everyone says the same thing when they come down, they are sick!
What a waste of gloating!
Seeing that no one finally fell to the ground, Qin Yang turned around and left. However, after taking only two steps, he turned around with gritted teeth, jumped into the 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, I can throw it into a latrine in any city as a stepping stone! Hey, it's quite heavy..."
Putting the broken-handled sledgehammer into the storage bag, Qin Yang walked out of the pit angrily.
Just when there was another monk flying over here, he paused for a moment, looked down, and then...
He flew away with a look of surprise on his face...
"It's not over!" Qin Yang gritted his teeth and jumped angrily...