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"Shen Qiansan, I was really right, he is a despicable and shameless indecent person!"

She walked over and squatted down, stretched out her hand, stroked the woman's hair, and muttered, "Good sister, don't worry, my sister will avenge you." ”

The woman was shocked, looked up at Shen Jing, and shook her head stubbornly: "Sister, I, Song Yirong, will definitely take revenge on myself!"

This woman is none other than Song Yirong of the Cold Snow Sect.

Compared with more than a year ago, she is more beautiful and moving, and the snow-white mink fur sets off her as pure as ice and snow.

"Okay, ambitious! When you arrive at the academy, my sister will definitely hand over all her skills to you!" Shen Jing looked loving, and his beautiful eyes showed confidence.

"Hmm!" Song Yirong nodded fiercely, then raised her head, looking at Shen Jing with her watery eyes, "Sister, is he really in the city you are talking about?"

Shen Jing was stunned: "Quick, what do you mean?"

Song Yirong thought about it, and her eyebrows frowned slightly: "He left the Cold Snow Sect last spring, I heard from the brothers and sisters that Shen Qiansan followed the will of the old ancestor and walked in a straight line in the southeast direction after leaving the Cold Snow Sect!"

Shen Jingqi said: "Last spring, this is impossible!"

Shen Jing also discovered the contradiction, Elder Gu once said that Shen Qiansan rushed from the ruined land to Danxiang Academy, to say the least, it would take five years, but Shen Qiansan left last spring, and when he saw him, it was only the late spring and early summer!

In other words, it only took Shen Qiansan less than three months to set off from the Cold Snow Sect, through the gap of the Holy Mountain, and then to the Danxiang Academy?

She suddenly noticed what Song Yirong had just said, "You mean, he's walking in a straight line in the southeast direction?"

"Sister Shen, yes, I can testify that after Shen Qiansan left, the sect master was afraid that Shen Qiansan would not fulfill the orders of the ancestors, so they chased him to investigate, and indeed someone saw him enter the mountains and never came out!"

There are a lot of young people and girls brought by Shen Jing, and in addition to Song Yirong, there is also a young man from the Cold Snow Sect, this person is the grandson of the elder Yan Tai, named Yan Ye.

"Impossible! Impossible! The road through the holy mountain has only a few simple openings! Not to mention him, even if he is a person who cultivates to a higher level, it is impossible to climb over the holy mountain, that kid is treacherous and cunning, how can he leave with a will, he must have encountered some kind of help from a master!"

Shen Jing wouldn't believe it in his heart, the Forest of Death on the Holy Mountain was the best evidence!

Remembering that she had saved the thief by spending spirit stones in Luyuan Town, and later brought him out of the academy and gave him pills, she felt a burst of annoyance.

"When I saw him refining that kind of elixir, I knew that he was a pervert, a shameless person!" Shen Jing scolded in his heart.

North Songcheng, a suburb in the south of the city, in a remote courtyard, Shen Qiansan suddenly sneezed several times in a row.

"I can't catch a cold, right?, how can I sneeze?" Shen Qiansan rubbed his nose and continued to study the refining weapon.

Half a month passed quietly, and in the Ten Thousand Laws Water Pavilion, Feng Qiwu was wondering.

"The third brother won't move, right?"

He had just come back from the Divine Soldier Academy, and according to Dong Ping, Shen Qiansan hadn't been here for a few days, and the communicator couldn't get through, so he decided to go and see for himself.

Without calling anyone to follow, Feng Qiwu soon arrived at Shen Qiansan's residence, but as soon as he walked to the gate of the courtyard, he heard a strange howl from inside.

This voice sounded like a ghost crying at first glance, but when you listen carefully, it looks like a cruel hyena laughing, Feng Qiwu is covered in sweat and hair standing upside down, he slapped the storage bag with his backhand, the flying sword was in his hand, he kicked open the door with a flying body, and shouted: "What is the demon..."

Before he could shout and play, Feng Qiwu was stunned.

Where is there a monster in the yard, there is a monster, but if you look closely, you can recognize it, the monster with a cloak is none other than Ji Yun.

At this moment, Ji Yun was holding a gun in his hand and was dancing in the courtyard.

The dance is enchanting and weird, like a magic spell, while dancing and humming and singing, the sound Feng Qiwu heard just now is this voice.

"Third brother!" Feng Qiwu was taken aback and hurriedly rushed over.

"Haha, madman, look, the magic weapon I refined, hahahaha..." Shen Qiansan threw the gun in his hand to Feng Qiwu and laughed proudly.

Feng Qiwu grabbed the spear with his hand, but he was still staring at Shen Qiansan: "Third brother, are you okay?"

"I'm fine! look, look, look, how is my gun?" Shen Qiansan snorted, brushed his hair, and looked expectant.

Feng Qiwu looked at Shen Qiansan suspiciously, and then looked down at the gun in his hand.

"It's about the same in condition, but I don't know what the level is. "Feng Qiwu, as a person from the Divine Weapon Academy, naturally has a unique opinion on magic weapons, and he thinks that the quality is good, which proves that Shen Qiansan still has some vision.

Feng Qiwu held the spear in both hands, raised it in front of him, and then the aura was released violently, pouring into the spear, and suddenly the spear in his hand 'buzzed' softly, and the aura on it rippled like water waves.

"Ground-level magic weapon?" Feng Qiwu was taken aback.

Shen Qiansan originally looked forward to it, but when he heard Feng Qiwu say about the prefecture-level magic weapon, he immediately grinned, "How much can it be sold?"

"Uh..." Feng Qiwu was almost choked to death by Shen Qiansan's words, and hurriedly said, "I haven't finished the test yet!"

Shen Qiansan hurriedly shut up and waited for Feng Qiwu's result.

Feng Qiwu waved his gun in the courtyard, and looked at Shen Qiansan with some surprise: "Third brother, okay, this is really what you refined?"

Shen Qiansan hurriedly said: "Just say, what grade is it?"

Feng Qiwu sighed: "Third brother, come with me to the Divine Soldier Academy, if you go, I dare to guarantee that you will become a candidate for Tianjiao within half a year and enjoy high-level treatment!"

Shen Qiansan was anxious: "You said, what grade?"

"Prefecture-level middle grade!"

"How much can it be sold for?"

"Ahem... It is estimated that it can be sold for about a million spirit stones!"

"Oh yes!" Shen Qiansan jumped up, "I sold it to you, nine hundred thousand, how about it?"

"Third brother, don't, isn't this a waste, a ground-level magic weapon, if it is inscribed again, it can cost five million spirit stones! Although the material of your gun is very poor, it only depends on refining technology to become a mid-grade ground-level weapon, but two million is no problem!"

"Really?" Shen Qiansan became excited, "But the inscription... It's so expensive!"

Feng Qiwu groaned: "Third brother, if this is not the case, you can continue to refine, get some good materials, refine a little better, and I will directly take it out for auction?"

"Okay, anything, we can cooperate, five or five CD lines!" Shen Qiansan is now full of the price of the prefecture-level mid-grade magic weapon, and the worst material also needs one million, if this is better...... Hmm, hahaha, I've made a lot of money!