Just when his heart was beating wildly and he couldn't sit still, the drunken Taoist suddenly retracted his fierce gaze and said lightly: "You said that there is a treasure to be dedicated to the poor road, I don't know what kind of treasure it is, can you present it to the poor road to have a look?"

"Absolutely!"

Han Cheng breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, his mind may have been thinking too much, he took off the two jade tiger swords from his back as he spoke, and Yan Renying on the side saw this, without the instructions of the drunken Taoist, he took the initiative to step forward and take the jade tiger sword, and then turned around and respectfully handed it to the drunken Taoist.

Because of the long size of the sword, the drunken Taoist ordered Han Song to grab the scabbard, and gently twitched the hilt of the sword in his hand, and a streamer came out of his hand, faintly with the sound of a tiger's roar, the golden light was shining, dazzling, and the sword body trembled slightly, as if he was about to get rid of it!

Han Cheng saw it in his eyes, and his heart shook slightly, he didn't expect this Jade Tiger Sword to be so powerful in the hands of a drunken Daoist! In the final analysis, it was because of his low realm that he couldn't exert the true power of the Immortal Sword!

"Good sword!"

The drunken Taoist's eyes were hot, and he couldn't help but admire. When he looked at Han Cheng again, his expression was already much kinder and gentler.

"These two magic swords are of good quality, and they are already psychic and very powerful, how did you get them?"

Han Cheng expected that the drunken Daoist would definitely ask about the origin of these two Jade Tiger Swords, and he already had a draft in his heart, so he replied calmly and calmly: "Elder Hui, it was inadvertently discovered in a hidden cave when the kid was chopping wood in the back mountain. ”

I was afraid that after hearing this, the drunken Taoist wanted to investigate again, so he hurriedly added: "The kid has already searched the cave carefully, and he hasn't seen anything else except these two unusually sharp swords." ”

"Really?"

The drunken Taoist asked with a smile.

Han Cheng asked himself if he didn't show any feet, so he nodded affirmatively.

"Anyway, whether intentionally or unintentionally, if you get it, you have a fate. The drunken Daoist didn't seem to want to ask any further, he smiled: "These two swords are the magic weapons of the immortal family, rare treasures, are Han Xiaozi sure to give them to the poor Dao?"

Han Cheng nodded yes without a little hesitation.

"The boy often heard about the drunken elders in the mountains to act chivalrous and righteous among the people, and fought uneven deeds, known as the 'wine and sword fairy', and he has long admired the elders!

Han Cheng knew that cultivators like drunken Taoists, who regarded themselves as swordsmen, had always attached the most importance to their reputation, and cherished their feathers to the extreme, so he took advantage of the situation and took advantage of it, from a sweet and sweet medicine primer, to draw out a large basket of good words, and put on a posture of tonic for drunken Taoists.

"You kid can talk! ”

The glorious deeds of Kuang Fu Justice are known, and the drunken Taoist stroked his beard, and he was also a little proud, and really took Han Cheng's good words as ginseng and deer antler velvet and other supplements.

"Since you say so, Poor Dao will accept it for the time being! But Poor Dao will not take your two psychic swords for nothing, if you have any requirements, you can mention it, and you will never refuse to meet Poor Dao!"

Obviously, the drunken Daoist didn't want to take advantage of Han Cheng in vain, so he was going to make an exchange with him.

Speaking of which, although the drunken Daoist is an elder of Emei, there are few immortal magic weapons in his hands, and even fewer can be given to the disciples under his command, even if the quality of the Natal Flying Sword Spirit Rhino Sword is higher than the two Jade Tiger Swords offered by Han Cheng, it is also limited and tight, and they all belong to the level of psychic magic weapons.

Although Master Changmei Zhenren left behind many powerful pure yang magic weapons before his ascension, and even Tianfu treasures, it is a pity that they have all designated inheritors, they are all expected to enlighten the Heavenly Immortals and revitalize Emei's Qin Ying, many of them are still his juniors, such as Qi Jinchan, Zhou Qingyun, Yu Yingnan and other three generations of disciples.

There were few left for him, and they were all many levels lower than the Pure Yang magic weapon, and among the thirteen disciples under the master's seat, he was almost the worst batch. Only I understand the suffering.

The two jade tiger swords offered by Han Cheng, although they are not suitable for his own use, can be kept and given to his disciples, so that he will not have to be afraid of being shy in his pocket in the future, and he will lose face if he can't give the magic weapon.

Han Cheng was waiting for this sentence.

He pretended to be silent for a while, and then put on a very sincere appearance and said, "The kid dedicated the sword to the elder immortal master because he admired the elder as a human being, and he didn't want to reciprocate.

Since the elder said so, the kid cheekily begged the elder to fulfill the kid's wish and give the kid a cultivation method. I just hope that after I have achieved something, I can be like the elders, fight the sword in the world, and be an admired swordsman!"

"That's ......"

The drunken Taoist didn't reply immediately after hearing this, he deliberately looked into Han Cheng's eyes and smiled without saying a word.

Han Cheng originally had a ghost in his heart, and when he saw the drunken Taoist staring at him, he hurriedly avoided his gaze, lowered his head, and felt cold sweat on his back for a while, secretly wondering if he was smart but was mistaken by being smart, and moved a stone and hit his feet.

Playing tricks in front of a master of the Purple Mansion Realm, Han Cheng was suddenly frightened by his leopard guts.

Both sides suddenly stopped talking, and the atmosphere suddenly seemed a little depressing, and even the air was a little dignified.

After a long time, the drunken Taoist opened his mouth leisurely, and said with a hint of appreciation: "Not bad, yes, young and ambitious!" Han Xiaozi has such a strong desire to seek the Tao and the will to support justice, if the poor Dao is not the beauty of an adult, it can't be said, so it doesn't matter. ”

With the movement of the drunken Taoist's mind, it was like a trick to take out a thin, somewhat yellowed, and very old thread-bound ancient book from the treasure bag he carried, and the cover of the ancient book was written in small block letters with three words "Returning to the True Scriptures".

The drunken Taoist personally handed it into Han Cheng's hands, and somehow, when Han Cheng took the "Returning to the True Sutra", he suddenly felt a slight numbness in the dantian, and in just a moment, that feeling disappeared, if it was not cautious and careful enough, it was easy to ignore it.

At this time, Han Cheng was more and more sure that the drunken Daoist had discovered the secret of his stealing true inheritance, but he didn't know why he didn't debunk himself on the spot.

I don't know what kind of medicine is sold in the drunken Daoist's gourd, Han Cheng's every move has become more cautious and cautious.

"This is a practice of the poor Dao before entering the Dao, there are a lot of poor Dao's perception of martial arts and detailed annotations, although it is not a treasure book of the Immortal Dao, but it is also precious, practice to Dacheng can open up the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, the true qi runs the Great Zhoutian, and become a super-first-class top master on the rivers and lakes, which is enough to become a generation of famous heroes!"