On the side of Shanyin, in the inaccessible dense forest, there is a hidden waterfall, no one would have thought that behind the waterfall, there is actually a hidden cave, there is no cave.

Suddenly!

A small boat rushed out from behind the curtain of the waterfall and fell twenty feet into the water.

'Peng !!'

The wooden boat fell on the water, fell apart, and turned into countless pieces of wood, just as the boat rushed out from behind the waterfall and fell downward, a black shadow was pulled up from the boat, flipped and moved in the air, it was by no means a monk's magical power, but an ordinary martial art.

After falling, the toes tap on the surface of the water, then jump up, fall again, and tap the water three times, so as to dissolve the momentum falling from a high place, which is the well-known light gong 'swallow three water' on the rivers and lakes.

Eventually, the figure leapt up from the water, landed on the grass, rolled a few times, and completely unloaded the force of the fall.

The clothes on Qin Chuan's body were already soaked, and there were still a few scratches by the stone wall, some grass was stuck to his hair, and a small cut was also made on his forehead, which seemed to be extremely embarrassing, but it was just a skin injury.

There are three big trees in front of the waterfall, lined up in a row, the left and right two are jujube trees, and the middle one is also a jujube tree.

Qin Chuan walked to a jujube tree in the middle, went around to the back of the tree, picked up a branch casually, and began to dig the soil, as if he wanted to dig out the roots of this jujube tree.

Qin Chuan dug the soil very quickly, like a groundhog, and in less than a moment, he dug a hole nearly one meter deep, and the old roots of the intertwined trees could already be seen.

Clinging to the roots of the tree, there was a long black box about the length of an adult man's arm, with a silver-white metal handle grip on it.

Qin Chuan pouted his buttocks, leaned into the hole, reached out to hold the grip ring, and lifted it vigorously, the black box was picked up, it was long and narrow, whether it was the touch of the surface leather, the pattern, or the shape and material of the grip ring, it was not like a craft in this world, let alone in the world.

Qin Chuan used his sleeve to caress away the sludge on the surface of the box, and his eyes moistened again.

This is the only relic left by his mother, and it has always been kept by Uncle Zhong, when Qin Chuan was eleven years old, Uncle Zhong told Qin Chuan that there was a dark river under the bedroom that led directly to the bottom of the mountain, and a small boat was also prepared.

Zhonghai went down the boat, let Qin Chuan firmly remember how to go through each fork, and after coming to the open space under the waterfall, he handed over Qin Chuan's mother's 'relic', this black long box, to Qin Chuan.

Zhonghai and Qin Chuan camped here for three days and three nights, taught Qin Chuan how to assemble and use this strangely shaped 'magic weapon', and let Qin Chuan bury it under a jujube tree in the middle with his own hands.

The young Qin Chuan was very ignorant, very dazed, and even more puzzled, and it was only now that he really understood the deep meaning of Zhonghai's doing.

Uncle Zhong and Qin Chuan's mother, who can't remember their faces, are guarding against the arrival of this day and this moment!

Suddenly......

The pores of Qin Chuan's body instantly contracted.

Don't think about it, he was squatting on the ground, kicked under his feet, like a thundercloud panther with momentum, rushed out, from the back of the second jujube tree, to the side of the first tree on the left, holding the black box, his back against the trunk, hiding.

At the moment when Qin Chuan's feet just left the ground and his body burst out, the place where he was squatting was already a small green sword as long as his palm, and the surface of the sword body was surrounded by a light blue light, and in addition to the light blue light wrapped in this layer, there was also a golden thunder and lightning like spider silk swimming around, like thousands of golden snakes, swimming around the flying sword!

This flying sword is actually a medium-grade treasure!

In the cultivation world, Dharma weapons are divided into Dharma weapons and treasure weapons, followed by Dharma weapons, which are divided into lower-grade Dharma weapons, middle-grade Dharma weapons, and high-grade Dharma weapons. And the high-grade magic weapon can be promoted to the lower-grade treasure weapon.

You must know that a treasure, even if it is a low-grade treasure, is something that ordinary monks dream of for a lifetime, not to mention a medium-grade treasure, which is enough to cause a bloody battle of hundreds of monks.

You must know that the high-grade treasures above the middle grade are all in the hands of a few true heavenly heroes, and the Dao weapons above the treasures, looking at the entire Tianyuan Continent, are less than ten, most of which are low-grade Dao weapons, and only two or three are medium-grade Dao weapons, all of which are controlled by the sect masters of the top ten cultivation sects and the hidden old monsters, which are absolute treasures of the town.

As for the high-grade Dao weapon, it only exists in legends, and there has never been a sect or a certain great power who admits to having a high-grade Dao weapon, and as for the immortal weapon above the high-grade Dao weapon, it is even more ethereal legend.

Therefore, for ordinary monks, owning a medium-grade treasure is already a lifelong luxury and dream.

Wanting to snatch the high-grade treasure weapon in the hands of those true heavenly pride is tantamount to looking for death, and as for the low-grade Dao weapon, it is something that I can't dream of.

This flying sword stuck in the ground is a medium-grade treasure.

Qin Chuan, who was hiding behind the side of the jujube tree, recognized at a glance this flying sword surrounded by pale blue light and golden thunder and lightning - the Jade Gold Thunder Sword!

This flying sword is the magic weapon that his father gave to the second Qin Qihu and was refined by the latter's blood!

If it was really him, it would be tricky.

However, Qin Chuan thought about it and immediately vetoed it.

It could not be Qin Qihu, but a certain Xuantian Sect disciple who took refuge in Qin Qihu, who was temporarily given a flying sword to take Qin Chuan's head.

Sure enough, from among the bushes in the distance, it was not Qin Qihu who slowly appeared.

Someone came, Qin Chuan actually knew Shen Jun!

Among the five generations of disciples of Xuantian Sect, he is a relatively outstanding young monk.

Shen Jun had already taken refuge in the second young master Qin Qihu and became Qin Qihu's lackey, this person has a good cultivation and is not lacking in wit, plus he has been humiliated by Qin Chuan, so he has become the best candidate sent by Qin Qihu to kill Qin Chuan.

Qin Qihu was really resourceful, he had sent Shen Jun to the foot of the mountain of the sect to guard it long before he made his move, in case Qin Chuan could escape by luck and come to the bottom of the mountain, it would be difficult to escape his control.

Shen Jun was Qin Qihu's backhand at the bottom of the mountain, he thought that he wouldn't need this trick at all, but he didn't expect Qin Chuan to really be able to escape down the mountain!

Qin Chuan poked out half of his head from behind the tree, looked at Shen Jun's handsome and almost demonic, beautiful face that didn't look like a man, and said with a smile: "Sure enough, it's your dog leg who has surrendered to the second child." ”

At this moment, Shen Jun's face was no longer the elegance of a scholar, and it was replaced by a sinister and perverse face.

Shen Jun smiled strangely: "Third Young Master, you didn't expect that one day you would die at the hands of my dog, right?"

"Dogs don't have hands. Qin Chuan said disdainfully, as if he wanted to deliberately provoke Shen Jun.

Shen Jun seemed to have guessed Qin Chuan's thoughts, and he did not lose his mind and become angry, on the contrary, he laughed proudly: "It is said that the third young master is a gentleman who does not learn and has no skills, is arrogant and domineering, and only knows how to bully men and women in the sect, and his head is full of bean dregs...... It seems that most people have looked away, including me. The third young master has always been acting, and Shen Jun admires this heart and clumsy ability. However, you should know that in the cultivation world, strength is everything! You are a waste body that cannot be cultivated, and no matter how good your strategy is, you will be a waste after all...... Today, you will not escape death. ”

After glancing at Shen Jun, Qin Chuan had already retracted his head and hid behind a tree, not knowing what he was doing.

"Qin Chuan, my third young master, come out! as long as you obediently come out and die, I can reward you with a good time, and then leave you a whole corpse. Hehe, I, Shen Jun, have done this step, and I have already done my best!" Shen Jun's voice was full of banter.

"You're lying!"

Qin Chuan's voice came from behind the tree.

"Whether I listen or not, whether I can't get out, you won't let me die. I know you too well, a gentle and humble gentleman on the surface, but on the inside you are extremely twisted and perverted, and extremely jealous. In the past two years, the young female disciple who disappeared inexplicably in the sect, after being defiled by you, also made the corpse miserable, and then left the mountains and forests to feed the beasts, do you think that you are unaware? If it weren't for the second child's protection and secret obstruction, the law enforcement elders would have found out the truth a long time ago, abolished your cultivation, and left the eagle's beak cliff to feed the beasts!" Qin Chuan said in a smiling voice.

"You...... How do you know it's me?!" Shen Jun said in a lost voice.

Qin Chuan snorted and said, "If I hadn't appeared that day, that female disciple named Helian would have been deceived by you to go to the back mountain, and after playing, she would have become a ghost under your knife......!

Shen Jun originally wanted to slowly play Qin Chuan to death to satisfy his distorted and sick psychology, just like a cat catching a mouse, it will not eat it directly, but he must play a trick first, and when he has played enough, he will kill and eat the prey.

Qin Chuan was his prey.

However, Qin Chuan's words made this 'cat' who only had the heart to play finally become angry and murderous.

Shen Jun's heart moved, and the jade gold thunder sword inserted in the soil, the sword body trembled slightly, emitting a crisp sword roar like a dragon's roar, and with an extremely fast speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, it turned into a blue gold ray, shooting directly at the jujube tree where Qin Chuan was hiding.

This jujube tree is a hundred years old, the two of them are so thick, and the wood of the jujube tree is hard, it is a big man, and he may not be able to cut it off with a sharp axe for a long time, but this small flying sword, as soon as it comes into contact with the trunk, it makes a loud bang, which is deafening.

The trunk of the tree exploded, the sawdust flew, the sky seemed to float up the snow catkins, and the fragrance of the damp sawdust diffused in the air, which was very good.

In the middle of the jujube tree, a deep hole the size of a human head appeared, and although it failed to completely pierce the trunk, it was impossible to block the second attack.

Shen Jun's handsome face became distorted at this moment due to excitement and imminent satisfaction of the sick psychology, and his eyes were bloodshot.