Chapter Forty-Nine: Ready to Move
Qin Yang didn't say anything more to Qin Liluo, in his opinion, it was useless for this kind of person to say anything.
This kind of person can only use absolute strength to deter him, so that he will not dare to stir up any waves.
Qin Yang casually flipped through his Qiankun bag, and suddenly turned out a sword and threw it towards Zhao Chuan.
"This is for you." Qin Yang opened his mouth lightly.
This sword is a low-grade sword, although it is precious, but in the Qin family, he Qin Yang is nothing as a young master, but his father gave him a few.
Of course, the most precious thing is the Decepticon Sword he carries, a superb magic weapon.
The reason why I want to give this Zhao Chuan a Xuanpin sword is not how high this Zhao Chuan's strength is, and how much Qin Yang takes a fancy to him.
On the contrary, this Zhao Chuan's strength can only be regarded as average.
However, at the beginning of this Zhao Chuan, when he had not yet taken the blood cannibal flower, he had to transplant this blood cannibal flower to his Qinyang yard and plant it.
He could see that Zhao Chuan's loyalty, as well as the feeling that his strength was not enough and he wanted to climb.
As long as this kind of person is good to him, he should have a passion for him, and he will definitely be loyal to himself in the future.
Zhao Chuan never thought that as soon as the young master spoke, he directly threw a Xuan-level sword to him, although it was a Xuan-level lower grade, but it was also a Xuan-level, it was much stronger than the non-grade sword he used before.
Xuanjie's sword, but few of the disciples present have it, when Zhao Chuan touched this sword, he felt that the palms of the whole person were hot, and the whole person's body trembled a little.
"Less, young master, this sword is too precious, you really want to give it to me." Zhao Chuan's voice was a little dry, and he faintly didn't believe that the young master gave him this sword like this.
"Those who can do good things live in it, you have that ability, cultivate hard." Qinyang Road.
"But." Zhao Chuan's mouth was dry.
"The young master said that it was given to you, then it will be given to you, take it." Qin Xue Road.
In Qin Xue's opinion, although this disciple is a disciple with a foreign surname, his character is okay.
"Young Master Xie, Miss Xie." Zhao Chuan couldn't put it down and stroked it on the sword body.
Qin Xue just smiled: "It's not me who gave you the sword, it's the young master, you can protect the young master well in the future." ”
"For the sake of the young master, even if it is to go to the sword mountain, it is not unavoidable to go down to the sea of fire, if anyone dares to be unfavorable to the young master, he must step on my body first." Zhao Chuan was enthusiastic.
Qin Yang nodded, after all, he still had to cultivate people he trusted in the future, he knew that his future enemies were very strong, and he could not fight against them alone.
It's like when many disciples united just now, although everyone is in the soul quenching realm, they can deal with the sixth-order blood-eating man-eating flower, this is the advantage of having a lot of people.
There are many people, and they can use joint formations, both offensive and defensive, which is not comparable to one person.
It's like Qin Yang thinks that he is also good in the field at this time, but if everyone attacks him together, it is estimated that he will also have to hate, this is the advantage of having more people and more strength.
Qin Yang's gaze looked towards the surrounding woods, and the murderous intent flickered: "There are always some prey staring at us, now is the time to hunt." ”
Indeed, now he Qin Yang feels that the people hiding in the forest, the demon beasts are too arrogant, and now that his body has recovered, he has also subdued the blood cannibal flower, it is time for these people to practice their hands.
When Li Yidao, who was standing on a big tree, saw Qin Yang's cold eyes, his first thought was to run, he climbed the trunk with both feet, got up and left quickly.
Many of the monks in the shadows left quickly one by one.
Qin Yang was stunned for a moment, unless the Soul Quenching Cultivator took the initiative to attack, if he wanted to kill him, the other party quickly escaped with the sword, and he had no way.
"Dare to spy on my Qin family disciples, my Qin family disciples are not so easy to mess with, everyone catches up, and those who can kill are killed." Qin Yang spoke.
I can't chase after him with a sword, but the disciples of the Qin family can, and they are all quenching souls.
One by one, the disciples of the Qin family chased after each other in the forest here.
"Don't break up, keep the formation, and surround the enemy." Qin Yang commanded.
Qin Yang was also afraid that the disciples of the Qin family would be attacked by the enemy, so he told the disciples of the Qin family to be careful.
Some of those disciples who were secretly mistreating were casual cultivators, and some were disciples of the two major families, the City Lord's Mansion, these people were afraid that they wanted to run, and it would be difficult for the disciples of the Qin family to stop them.
Of course, many of these disciples were spies, and there were not many of them, so Qin Yang dared to order them to be hunted down.
But when he tried to hunt those people, they all ran away before Edgeworth.
Then there is only one demon beast left in the forest, and those demon beasts are all fourth-order, with a certain amount of intelligence, except for birds, many of them can't fly.
The Flame Pangolin under Qin Yang's seat moved quickly and came to a purple, tall mouse, it was a purple-haired mouse, a fourth-order demon beast, but compared to the Hell Pangolin, the bloodline was much worse.
It's just a fourth-order demon beast, it's not bad, Qin Yang has entered this true dragon's lair trial, and he hasn't used the devouring ability of the Devouring Dao yet, so how about trying this ability on this purple-haired rat now.
Although the Flame Pangolin and this purple-haired rat are both fourth-order demon beasts, the bloodlines of the two are not at the same level at all, and the flame pangolin is the peak of the fourth-order, and the purple-haired rat is just a fourth-order early demon beast.
"Big, big brother spare your life." The purple-haired rat directly begged for mercy in the face of the flame pangolin.
This big brother may refer to the flame pangolin, or it may refer to Qin Yang who is sitting on the flame pangolin, after all, in the eyes of this purple-haired mouse, this human can sit on the back of this flame pangolin, how strong is that.
Qin Yang originally wanted to kill this purple-haired rat by himself, and then try to devour it, but seeing this purple-haired rat speak, he became interested and said, "Give me a reason not to kill you." ”
"Big brother, all this is ordered by the Scorching Sun Lion King, it asked the little ones to stare at the disciples of you human beings who came in for a trial this time, the little ones don't dare to disobey, please let the little ones go." Purple-haired rat said.
"Sun Lion King, what is that, is it powerful?" Qin Yang frowned.
"It's very powerful, the Scorching Sun Lion King is coming out of the Scorching Sun Desert this time, it is said that he has come to practice, and then you humans will be slaughtered by them, so you better let me go quickly, hurry up and escape." Purple-haired rat said.
Scorching Sun Desert, Qin Yang was taken aback: "In this place of trial, the Scorching Sun Desert, the Dark Swamp, the Wind Grassland, and the Ice and Snow Mountain, aren't they called forbidden places, the demon beasts in here will not come out easily, why is this time different?" ”
Indeed, Qin Yang was very surprised, the True Dragon Lair, the trial disciples of several major families in these places would not easily enter, because the demon beasts inside were innumerable.
In the past, the demon beasts in these places would not come out, but now he actually heard this purple-haired rat say that the demon beasts in these places were about to move, which was not trivial, and he faintly felt a trace of crisis.