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The old man's actions naturally fell in Qin Yin's eyes, and he remained silent, using his divine sense to sweep towards the few people that the old man had noticed. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

These are very ordinary villagers, and they don't even have any divine power in their bodies.

For some reason, Qin Yin always felt that this old man, and even the villagers of the entire village, were not simple.

With a faint smile, Qin Yin asked casually, "How many years have you lived here in Sijue Village?"

The old man was even more vigilant, his eyes looked at the ancient mountain behind Qin Yin, and then said, "It's almost ten thousand years." ”

Qin Yin said, "I wonder what the old man knows about the battle of the gods 10,000 years ago?"

The old man was slightly stunned, then shook his head and smiled bitterly: "How can the old body still remember such a long time ago." What's more, the world of the gods is too far away from us, how can we, the mountain villagers, know about it?"

"Old man, you keep saying that you are wild people in mountain villages, but there are not many wild people like you in the divine realm, right? I see that many of the utensils in your house are all artifacts?"

Qin Yincai didn't believe that in the divine realm, artifacts would flood such fields, not to mention that this was just a village, his divine sense swept towards those thatched huts in the village, not only found countless artifacts, but even found some ancient dao patterns mentioned in the ancient scriptures.

All this was enough reason for Qin Yin to suspect that this was not an ordinary village.

The old man was not shocked, and said lightly: "Adults must not know much about the Divine Realm, artifacts are also divided into several types, and the artifacts that truly contain the laws of the Divine Realm are the most valuable." Some rough billets that failed to be refined by the refining masters, there are no rules in them, these things are abandoned for them like garbage, and we should pick them up and use them, isn't it too much?"

"Oh, yes? I wonder which master refiner's rough blank the old man picked up? I see that the texture on it is very strange, and I am about to pay a visit. Qin Yin said.

If it was an ordinary child of a family, maybe he would fool the old man, but who is Qin Yin? He is a master of refining, especially after coming into contact with the Dao pattern, his understanding of refining is deeper.

He was sure that if he was allowed to try it now, he would definitely be able to refine a top-grade artifact.

His divine sense felt an indescribable, inexplicable aura from those artifacts in the village, as if something was sealed inside.

These artifacts are definitely not as simple as rough blanks.

"It's been too long, these things in the village have been passed down for 10,000 years, and I don't know how many people have fallen, please forgive the old body for not being able to explain. The old man shook his head and said.

"In this way, old man, can you give me one?" Qin Yin said.

The old man was even more vigilant, almost suspicious of seeing something, but then he calmed down, those seals, I am afraid that even the God King himself may not be able to recognize them, he looks so young, his eyes show a fresh look, at most less than a thousand years of cultivation, it is impossible to see at all.

"These things are not precious, how can they enter the eyes of adults?" the old man decided to ask tentatively.

"It's nothing, I have a strange hobby, that is, I want to collect all kinds of strange things, these things are good to me, I don't know if the old man can cut his love, I am willing to pay the corresponding payment. Qin Yin said.

The old man still wanted to try, but he felt a sense of crisis, and couldn't help shaking his head, saying: "Although these things are not precious, they represent the inheritance of our ancestors, and I hope that the master can understand." ”

"What if I say, I must?" Qin Yin took a step, and a wave of spiritual suppression spread like a tide.

Qin Yin's current cultivation is still in the realm of demigods, but his soul has almost raised the golden pill, even if he is not as powerful as a god, but with the Linglong Pagoda, he can still suppress ordinary people by simulating the breath of a god.

Poof.

The old man took a few steps back, and some of the residents of the village knelt down.

Although the divine power in their bodies was in the realm of gods and men, the realm of their souls seemed to be very low, and they could not resist Qin Yin's majesty at all. Some of them even oozed blood from their mouths and noses.

However, Qin Yin saw a very strange scene, those few ordinary people who had swept the old man before, but they were not afraid of Qin Yin's coercion at all, and stood there firmly.

"Your Excellency, please respect yourself. The old man let out a long breath and said slowly.

"Then you take the things out. Qin Yin was extremely domineering, aggressive, and said arrogantly.

The old man thought for a moment and said, "The adults are so interested in the things of us mountain villagers, then we will give them some, hoping that after the adults receive them, they can open the net and spare our lives." ”

There is no kingdom in the divine realm, and there are no so-called rules, each city is guarded by a big man, and the rules of each city are different.

And in small mountain villages like them, there is no one to take care of them at all, and once they encounter thieves, they will die in vain.

However, the old man is very strange, Sijue Village is tens of thousands of miles away from the nearest Hongyuan City, which can be said to be isolated from the world, where did the silver-haired young man in front of him come from?

The old man also had a concern, that is, the secrets here would be discovered, so that the things that had been guarded in their village for 10,000 years would be exposed to the world, and maybe a war of the gods would be triggered.

He even considered whether to use the last resort and shoot the young man to death.

Qin Yin didn't know that the old man had thought so much in an instant, and he didn't know that he had already walked before the ghost gate closed, he showed his white teeth and smiled: "I'm originally very kind, isn't that good? Hurry up and take out the things and show them to me." ”

Qin Yin's expression was like that of a child who was curious about toys, which made the old man unable to understand his mind at all.

The old man waved his hand, and without saying much, some middle-aged people standing behind him understood what he meant, and beckoned those people to enter the house and take the so-called artifact in Qin Yin's mouth.

After a while, a large number of 'artifacts' were taken out, and most of these so-called artifacts were commonly used by residents, including basins, bowls and chopsticks, and even ...... Chamber pot.

The eyes of these middle-aged people looking at Qin Yin were full of mockery, their minds were very simple, thinking that this young man was purely boring and waiting for death, but they didn't know what it was like to wander around this place.

Especially the night pot, the 'ingredients' in it didn't seem to have been poured out, and it emitted a foul smell, which made everyone pinch their noses and walk away.

"My lord, these things can be used in your eyes? I hope that your lord will remember what I said before, and just choose one as a souvenir, and please leave the rest to us. The old man said lightly.

(To be continued)