Chapter 102 Wind Flower Sword Snow Moon Knife

Immortal, the reason why he is called immortality is that he has always been superior.

Fan is called Fan because he has been looking up at the immortals.

"Mom, I don't know whether it's true or not. If it's true, I will risk my life to break through. Who doesn't know that the emperor ten thousand years ago was rich enough to pull out a hair, which is enough for us to use for a lifetime!"

There are big men shouting, of course, just showing off, giving him a hundred courage, and not daring to compete for the treasure house of the sky. The first thing a living monk in the chaotic sea of stars is often the first thing to think about is how to save his life!

"Who said it's not? It's just that no one knows where the treasure house of Zhantian is. During this period, Sanxiong Island has more faces. Is there something going to happen!" Some cautious monks bowed their heads and meditated, feeling that a storm was brewing.

It turned out to be a treasure house of Zhantian. Does it really exist?

Qin Hao is not sure. Of course, if it really exists, he can't let it fall into the hands of outsiders anyway. The things of the emperor belong to the emperor in the end.

"Boss, if there is any cooked food for me, I'm starving to death!" Several dusty and muscular monks in the early days of foundation came and shouted and sat at the next table of Qin Hao and the three of them.

After the three sat down, they lowered their heads, gathered together and talked: "I heard that there are clues in the Zhantian treasure house!"

What!

Qin Hao was shocked, and the other monks raised their ears, but no one expected that the three people said, "Oh, it disappeared in time, but why is there no spiritual stone? One person has ten medium-grade spiritual stones, and everyone has a share!"

There were at least dozens of monks present, but everyone seemed to be used to it and shouted together, "Why don't you rob it? Fuck, so if the news is useless, we will drown you with a mouthful of saliva!" As he said, he threw the spiritual stone on the table.

The simple monk among the three people put away the spiritual stones at each table with a plate and saw that no one missed it. Then he coughed, complacently, and said, "The origin of the Zhantian treasure house will start from a month ago. Let me ask you a question first. Do you know Qinglan?"

I don't know!

Everyone shook their heads, but Qin Hao didn't hear it. He listened quietly.

"Although Qinglan Zhenren is a scattered cultivation, it took more than 2,000 years to cultivate it to the Mahayana period. In the chaotic sea of stars, he is also the number one figure, that is, he found the treasure house of Zhantian!"

Maybe he got hundreds of spiritual stones. The man was very happy and continued to say, "Why can Qinglan Zhenren cultivate it to the Mahayana period and survive the smooth thunderstorm? Because he has a key in his hand. This key is refined by the imperial monument and has supreme divine power. When he enters the treasure house of war, he is about to use this key to open it!"

Key, real fake!

The monks are short of breath. If there is such a good thing, they have to find the key quickly!

"Don't worry. After listening to the following words, there are five keys. Qinglan really owns one of them. After going through the disaster, he went to open the treasure house. Unexpectedly, he met the chaotic mountain people who also went to open the treasure house. In a fight, only Yuanying disappeared and spread the news. !"

"What's the Qinglan real person?" A monk stood up, panting, and his eyes were burning.

This man shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly, "Qinglan Zhenren only has Yuanying to escape, and he can only turn away to the immortals. Who knows where to escape, but he should not live long. The physical practitioners in the chaotic mountains are not vegetarian!"

Zhong Xing asked puzzledly, "Mr. son, is this guy telling the truth?"

"Ten* is true, but that Qinglan is dead!" Qin Hao began to eat delicious food on the table. The wind was light and the clouds were light, and he was not in a hurry at all.

"Why?" Zhong Xing is puzzled.

"Think about it, Qinglan's real person endured until the Mahayana period to open the treasure house. It can be seen how firm his mind is. He said that Yuan Ying has escaped and scattered the immortals. There will be plenty of opportunities in the future. Why rush to leak the secrets of the treasure house? There are so many chaotic Xinghai masters that he really opened the treasure house. That's his share. Therefore, there is only one explanation that Qinglan is dead, and this secret was spread before death!" Qin Hao's lips were slightly upturned, and Zhizhu was holding it.

It seems to be true!

Zhong Xing suddenly realized that Qin Yimo's eyes were even more starry, and it was really awesome to shout at his brother in his heart!

"Son, what should we do?" Zhong Xing was a little anxious. There were five keys in total, but they didn't have any of them. It was difficult to watch Zhantian's treasure house fall into other people's hands.

Don't worry, you're full!

Qin Hao's food is delicious, but Zhong Xing is difficult to swallow. At this time, he is still in the mood to experience the life of mortals!

The surrounding monks regretted and sighed for a long sigh. Why didn't they encounter such a good thing? As soon as the sound like a wind chimes sounded, they said, "The treasure house of war was born, and the chaotic sea of stars must rise again. Maybe there will be scattered immortals participating in the treasure-grabbing. Your cultivation is not even enough to drink soup. You are obedient here. Let's live a mortal life!"

"Haha, this girl still sees it thoroughly. Why do people who cultivate immortals have to be persistent? Only by maintaining Taoism can they achieve something!" The old man who had been taking a nap on the counter rubbed his eyes and laughed.

The girl who spoke before is at a table with an old man, more than ten meters away from everyone, and there are only a few dishes in front of her. However, although the girl is dressed in simple clothes, she is full of pink jade carvings and full of beauty embryos.

"Purple night, immortals are the most taboo to talk, talk less, and make less trouble!" The old man looked very old, ricke and dishevelled. He coughed gently and took the little girl and was about to leave.

Damn it, old man, where are you going? I want to go when I get angry!

The three demon practitioners stood up and blocked the two with a ferocious smile. The people present smiled and watched the good play.

"Brother, the three of them are so fierce. Why don't we help them!" Qin Yimo looked at Qin Hao with a small face and prayed.

Qin Hao touched Yimo's little brain and comforted him, "Don't worry, the three people are not their opponents!" Qin Hao has long observed the people present with his consciousness. The old man and the shopkeeper can't see through it, and their cultivation is unfathomable. Several magic cultivations in the early stage of foundation are their opponents, talking about the little girl named Ziye. All of them have cultivation in the later stage of foundation building, and it is not easy to deal with three magic cultivations.

Boom!

The ground trembled, like thousands of troops and horses crushing over. Outside the town, the dust was permeated, like wolf smoke rushing to the air, with unparalleled momentum.

"Mom, it's really haunting. I can't hide too much!" The old shopkeeper straightened up, and his eyes flashed with anger. He cursed and came out and shouted, "Guys, the shop is closed today. Come again next time!"

It's really boring. Fuck, what the hell!

Except for Qin Hao, the rest of the people present got up and left. Even the three guys who wanted to bully Ziye's master and grandson quickly slipped away. These people are oil*. As soon as they look at this posture, they will know that there is trouble, and they will still suffer.

The two sat on the chair again. The old man stretched out his trembling hand and grabbed the long fruit on the table. The seven- or eight-year-old girl Ziye quickly picked it up and peeled it off for a moment, put it on the old man's mouth and muttered, "Grandpa, didn't we agree that I would serve you in the future!"

The old man's face was as old as bark and smiled, and he said, "Grandpa can still move. It's not too late for you to wait until the day when he can't move!"

The old shopkeeper glanced at Qin Hao and the other five people, and ordered the clerk to pack up the tables and chairs and let them leave.

The ground trembled more and more violently, and the table shook as if it was about to be torn apart. With a fierce roar, a huge carriage rushed to the shop. It was not a horse, but four huge, cold-eyed blood lions, and these four blood lions, with long and sharp teeth, fierce breath, the most horrible Yes, Qin Hao couldn't see through it. The carriage was bronze and ancient. There were gold gauze curtains hanging on all sides, and he faintly saw someone lying in it.

The old shopkeeper stood in front of the blood lion, angry and helpless, as if praying, "Qiqian, why can't you beat me!"

"You are my father-in-law. How can I let you go!" There was a hazy and charming woman's coquettish voice in the carriage, and Qin Hao was covered with goose bumps. The sound was really extreme.

What surprised Qin Hao was that the old shopkeeper trembling and said with a bitter face, "Can't I go back with you? God, earth, don't let me live. I've only been out for a few years!"

Now it's Qin Hao and Zhong Xing's turn to trembling. What's wrong with this old man? Is it necessary for his daughter-in-law to look for him?

"Father, get in the car!" There was another sound of coy in the carriage. The old man turned around step by step and finally looked at Qin Hao. His eyes seemed to be going to hell. Finally, the old shopkeeper finally boarded the carriage in pain, lifted the veil and entered it.

Qin Hao only caught a glimpse of a woman with a red veil. The old man who pulled the shopkeeper lay down beside him and said coquettishly, "Dead ghost has become this ghost again. It's ugly. When did the owner of the snow moon knife become like this!"

Snow Moon Knife!

Qin Hao frowned, and Zhong Xing's eyes widened in shock, watching the carriage rise to the sky and disappear into the sky.

"Damn it, it's this pair of demons!" After a long time, Zhong Xing woke up and cursed with regret. It seemed that he was shocked.

Seeing Qin Hao's doubtful expression, Zhong Xing explained, "The wind and flower sword and snow moon knife are two mysterious soldiers circulating in the chaotic sea of stars. Ten thousand years ago, his former master was under the command of the King of War. After the bloody battle, he fell into the hands of these two people and has always owned the present!"

"Wan years, isn't that cultivation at least nine disasters and scattered immortals!" Qin Hao frowned.

"No, they are already scattered demons, because before they get the wind flower sword and snow moon knife, they are already scattered demons!" The coughing old man spoke and stunned Qin Hao.

Twelve disasters of scattered immortals, didn't that witness the bloody battle!