Qin Sang secretly wondered that Yan Luowan, Purple Soul Ling, and Ebony Sword, all three of them were weapons of immortal cultivators, and they had completely different ways to use them.

Purple Soul Ling is a high-grade magic weapon, are they also magic weapons? What grade are they?

Putting down the Yan Luo flag, Qin Sang set his eyes on the sheepskin and the colorful brocade bag again.

What disappointed him was that this sheepskin was the same as before, whether it was divine consciousness or spiritual power, it would pass directly through it, and like other mortal things, it was an ordinary skin.

Qin Sang didn't have much hope for the Colorful Tips, but as soon as his Divine Sense entered the Tips, a strange space appeared in front of him.

Qin Sang was secretly surprised, he had no reaction at all when he touched the bag with his spiritual power before, it turned out to be an immortal magic weapon!

It's not a big space, it's full of clutter, this is the storage bag?

Qin Sang glanced at it, and the most conspicuous thing was nothing more than the two small piles of gold and silver, the light was shining and shining with each other.

With these gold and silver alone, even if Qin Sang is a mortal, he is also a wealthy family.

Strangely, the gold and silver were not piled up next to jade jewelry, but a few scattered stones, which were similar except for their different colors, some were yellow, some were blue, and some were red, without a trace of variegation, which was very peculiar.

Qin Sang counted them, and there were only eight pieces in total.

In addition to these, there are some mundane things needed for food, clothing, shelter and transportation, and even pots and bowls, oil, salt and spices, etc., none of which are like the things that immortal cultivators should have.

Looking at the same thing, Qin Sang became more and more disappointed, and in the end, only a few books and an empty wooden box were left in the corner.

One of the old books looks very quaint, with four words written on the cover - the Song family tree.

Could this be the family tree of Edgeworth?

Qin Sang secretly said, it turned out that the boy's surname was Song, and he didn't know if there was a teenager's address or the address of the Song family's ancestral temple on the genealogy, so he could report a letter if he had the opportunity in the future.

The other book is called "Xuanyin Book", and there is not a word on the cover of the last book.

These two books are likely to be the exercises practiced by a young man surnamed Song, Qin Sang's heart moved, and he wanted to open the book to see what was different from his own "Netherworld Sutra", but he couldn't do it at all.

Only then did he suddenly realize that the contents of the bag could only be seen but not touched!

Qin Sang was like being splashed with a basin of cold water, he was in a hurry, he tried them one by one, but he couldn't even move the most ordinary clothes, and he couldn't get them out, he tried for a long time before he finally gave up.

The feeling of entering the treasure mountain and returning empty, Qin Sang was depressed, and could only comfort himself, the things in this bag did not seem to be very precious.

After reading the same thing, it was already completely dark outside, and I was busy until late at night.

Although I couldn't get the tips, the harvest in the past two days was extremely expensive.

Originally, he thought that the bag of the ornament was actually a storage bag, which made Qin Sang no longer dare to underestimate the sheepskin, and carefully stored it together with the rune paper and other things, as for Purple Soul Ling, he found a thread and tied it to his wrist, which was more convenient to use.

Qin Sang packed up everything and entered the cultivation with satisfaction, I don't know if it was because he was in a good mood, not long after he started cultivating, the bottleneck that had trapped him for a month was actually loosened!

Qin Sang was overjoyed, he didn't dare to relax in the slightest, and ran the exercises with all his might, and finally broke through to the third layer of the Netherworld Sutra in one fell swoop!

It's not easy!

Qin Sang secretly sighed, it has been a full two years since he started cultivating, and he has never stopped, but he has only cultivated to the third layer realm, and it must be more difficult behind the Nether Sutra, and he doesn't know how many years it will take to break through to the sixth layer.

After the sixth layer, is there a higher realm?

If so, what should you do?

Soothing the impetuous aura on his body, Qin Sang exhaled a breath of turbidity, opened his eyes and found that it was already dawn outside.

After breaking through the third layer of the Nether Sutra, the spiritual power in Qin Sang's body increased several times, and it was not so difficult to use Purple Soul Ling, he had no sleepiness, and he couldn't put it down for Purple Soul Ling, and he was more attentive than Yan Luowan.

After all, it was the first magic weapon he could use directly.

'Bang bang ......'

There was a sudden knock on the courtyard door outside, and Qin Sang frowned, "Who?"

Zheng Kun said outside: "Hall master, General Zhou sent someone into the city to deliver the letter, and the county lord arrived and was rushing over to the county office. ”

Princess?

Qin Sang secretly said that he came so quickly, quickly cleaned up, hid Purple Soul Ling in his cuffs, and hurried towards the county office.

As soon as he arrived at the county office, he heard a rapid sound of horses' hooves on the street, and the county lord of Dongyang took the lead, Zhou Mingguang and Bai Jianglan followed, and a few horsemen followed and galloped.

From the first time they met to the present, Qin Sang had never seen the Dongyang County Lord wearing women's clothes, and this time it was the same.

The sky is green.

Bluestone long street, the autumn breeze passes, and the yellow leaves fly.

The county lord of Dongyang was dressed in a light armor helmet and cherry, with a sword hanging from his waist, and a black and red cloak flying high, undulating with the horse's hooves.

Seeing Qin Sang's people, the Dongyang County Lord's eyes stared at him, and the cold light in his eyes flickered, as if to indicate that a storm was coming.

Bai Jianglan quietly gave Qin Sang a look and signaled him to be honest.

Seeing that he was about to rush in front of Qin Sang, the speed of the horse did not slow down at all, and at the last moment, the county lord of Dongyang strangled the reins hard, the horse neighed, and the front hooves jumped high.

The county lord of Dongyang turned over and dismounted, stared at Qin Sang with apricot eyes, gritted his teeth and asked: "Forging the king's seal, falsely passing on the holy oracle, and transferring troops without authorization are for the sake of the holy land! Qin Hall Master, how many heads do you have!"

Facing the forced gaze of the county lord of Dongyang, Qin Sang's face remained unchanged, and he stretched out his hand, "The county lord is angry, please enter the county government first, and his subordinates will show the county lord something." ”

The county lord of Dongyang snorted coldly, shook the horsewhip hard, and strode into the county office.

Qin Sang led the way sideways and entered the county hall directly.

The gold and silver treasures have been counted, and the boxes are placed in a neat and orderly manner, and the county lord of Dongyang stood at the door, swept his eyes, and said in an impatient tone: "What is this?"

Qin Sang walked to the front of the box, stretched out his hand to open it, and neatly opened a box of silver ingots, and then opened it, and there was another box.

Qin Sang took the book handed over by the water monkey and said, "County Lord, these are the belongings that were moved from one of the treasury of the Hanging Ji Temple, only one million taels of silver, as well as the number of jewels and jade, and other white kiln porcelain, silk and satin are countless, and more than a thousand people moved them for a day and a night. ”

This is still the rest of Zhou Mingguang's benefits, and the wealth of Xuanji Temple shocked everyone.

The county lord of Dongyang frowned slightly, and was silent for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking.

Qin Sang was secretly strange, and after waiting for a while, he saw the Dongyang County Lord looking at him with burning eyes, "There are still a thousand defenders in Jiangzhou City, I will give them all to you, how sure are you?"