But soon Huang Youlang's face became hideous.

"But no matter what, if someone kills my son, and I Huang doesn't even say anything, how can I gain a foothold in Tianyun City. ”

This is what Huang Youlang really cares about.

Qin Tian did not return to the Black Dragon Guard's station, but went to the Qian Mansion. He knew that next, the people of the Huang family would definitely look for him all over the world. And Qian Mansion is a place that the Huang family never dreamed of.

Of course, the more important reason why Qin Tian came to the Qian Mansion was that only the people who knew him best knew that he would come here.

Qin Tian carefully looked at the Tianyun Sword.

The sword looked very old, with a cyan rust stain on it, and a notch in the blade that stood out.

Although this gap seems small, it greatly affects the power of the Tianyun Sword.

You must know that the interior of a spirit-level weapon is just like a human being, and it has a natural vein. By injecting Yuan Force, the monk can naturally form a small Zhoutian. Finally, the state of the weapon and the person become one.

This is why spirit-level weapons are so scarce.

But it is precisely because of the existence of this small gap that the veins of the spirit-level weapons have been broken, even if they can be forcibly urged with Yuan Force, but compared with the real spirit-level weapons, they are no longer the same.

Of course, even so, this spirit-level weapon is much stronger than a heaven-level weapon.

Of course, Qin Tian was not concerned about whether this spirit-level weapon could be repaired, he was more concerned about the fact that he had just discovered a soul that seemed to have produced consciousness.

Qin Tian probed a trace of divine consciousness into it, trying to awaken the spiritual consciousness in it.

But at this moment, he felt a stream of spiritual consciousness follow his spiritual consciousness and enter his mind. That spiritual consciousness is like a small sword, shuttling in his mind, and like a whirlpool, constantly sucking this soul of his own.

Qin Tian was terrified, he suddenly realized that the auction of the Tianyun Sword was actually a pit. As the saying goes, people have souls, and tools have spirits. In order to be able to cultivate, there are too many right machine spirits, and they even use this despicable means to absorb the souls of monks who think they have picked up a bargain to enrich themselves.

Without caring too much, Qin Tian hurriedly punched out more than a dozen sealing techniques, trying to expel that spiritual sense.

But that spiritual sense seemed to know his own exercises very well, and if he hit more than a dozen sealing tricks in a row, that spiritual sense could be avoided.

"What the hell are you?" Qin Tian asked with some horror.

A leisurely ** voice sounded, and an old voice said with a satisfied tone: "For many years, I have never felt so full of my soul. ”

As soon as the words fell, a virtual old man appeared in front of Qin Tian and smiled at Qin Tian.

Qin Tianxia subconsciously pulled out the ancestral dragon sword, protected the vital points around him, and looked at this virtual old man vigilantly.

Most of the instrument spirits that can cultivate spiritual consciousness are already spiritual-level weapons, and the souls have divine sense, at least they are all respect-level weapons, and the old man in front of him actually has self-awareness, at least they are all god-level souls.

At this moment, Qin Tian suddenly felt regret. Curiosity kills the cat, if he is given a second chance, he will definitely not buy this Tianyun sword back.

"You are the instrument spirit in this sword?" Qin Tian asked in a trembling voice.

The old man walked around Qin Tian with interest, and a meaningful smile appeared on his face: "You actually have the breath of a dragon on your body, it's not simple." The old man stroked his virtual beard and said leisurely.

"No, you turned out to be the legendary Dragon Spirit Holy Body. Suddenly, the old man's eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at Qin Tian in disbelief.

"It's just that I'm curious about how you got this corpse, and if you rob it, it's a bit of a problem. ”

Qin Tian's heart was even more surprised, he wanted to know that his body was the Dragon Spirit Holy Body, which was the biggest secret of the Xuanyun Sect, and the entire Xuanyun Sect only had Xuanyun and himself, how did he know about it, could it be just by his eyes.

And the existence of dragons has been a long time ago. How was he able to accurately guess his identity.

"Who the hell are you?"

The old man tilted his neck and thought for a while: "I don't remember the name much, I only know that some people in the rivers and lakes call me Xianyun." It's okay to call me Old Man Xianyun. ”

"You are the old man Xianyun. At this moment, Qin Tian was really shocked. Then he walked over in disbelief, touched Xianyun's arm, and then patted his face again, making sure that he was not dreaming.

"Oh my God, I actually met Old Man Xianyun. ”

The old man Xianyun was a monk in ancient times, and his legend is far from being studied. And his fame had spread throughout the continent as early as when Qin Tian was not a monk.

At that time, the old man Xianyun was a master of the consummation of the Great Holy Period with one pair of seven and seven. And after the first battle, the masters of the seven Great Holy Period consummation, four died, and three of the Yuan Spirits who burned themselves barely escaped.

After this battle, the old man Xianyun became a veritable number one master in the entire continent.

It is even rumored that in fact, the old man Xianyun has broken through the Great Holy Period and has become a master who has successfully entered the Yuan Emperor Period in the past 100,000 years.

But in any case, since that war, the sword has become the number one weapon in the world.

The world's weapons are all respectful of the sword.

But what Qin Tian didn't expect was that the number one master in the dignified continent, the old man Xianyun, turned out to be a machine spirit.

So who is his master?

Who has fought with him in all directions, but why there is no record of him in history.

The expression on the old man's face was even more shocked than Qin Tian's, and he pointed to his face and asked tremblingly, "You actually know me?"

"Who in the world can not know the king, the battle of Yueshan moved the heavens. Qin Tian said with emotion.

This is a poem written by someone who lamented the first battle of the old man Xianyun, and some people even sang it in the whole continent at that time, but it was really unpleasant, so it could not be handed down.

The old man Xianyun's face was embarrassed, and he couldn't help but sigh: "I can't imagine that after so many years, there are still people who remember me." Rare, rare. ”

"I think you're shocked by now that I'm a machine spirit. I must also want to know, who is my master?" said the old man with emotion.

Qin Tian nodded hurriedly, to be honest, he was really a little curious. However, he said: "I don't really want to, but if you are willing to do it, the younger generation is willing to listen." ”

This was a polite remark, but I didn't expect that the old man Xianyun would take it seriously.

"Well, since you don't want to hear it, then I won't talk about it. ”

Qin Tian's eyes suddenly widened, and he looked at the old man Xianyun a little speechlessly, thinking, can't you hear the polite words, why are you so sincere.