In the end, Huo Zhongqiu still refused Xue Zhan's invitation and took Yi Qian straight to the city.

Yi Qian's heart was quite complicated, Grandpa Huo, who had been taking care of him for three years, suddenly had earth-shaking changes, not only was he much younger, but he also had a cultivation that surpassed the ninth layer of Jindan!

If it weren't for Yi Qian's confidence in his ability to perceive breath, he might have thought that this person was not Huo Zhongqiu at all...

Huo Zhongqiu was in front and Yi Qian was behind, both of them were silent, and they turned into the familiar old alley, and returned to Huo Zhongqiu's home again.

The broken table, the broken chair, the broken bed, and the dim oil lamp have not changed for a moment, and they have become the position and mentality of the two.

"You are a variable in my life, three years in a blink of an eye, but it has created an opportunity for me. Huo Zhongqiu broke the deadlock first, and glanced at Yiqiqi in this hut, his eyes showed a little emotion and a little luck.

After half a ring, Huo Zhongqiu turned around and asked with a smile, "Don't you want to ask me something?"

Yi Qian was silent for a moment, shook his head and said, "Master Huo... Uncle, you have something difficult to say, I don't want to ask more. ”

"You kid, you have learned this too!" Huo Zhongqiu scolded with a smile, the look of appreciation in his eyes was even heavier, and after a while, the smile on his face gradually converged, and said: "You have used three years of dedication to get a transformation for me, and I will also give you a boost!"

As he spoke, Huo Zhongqiu stretched out his palm, and the fire slowly spread in his palm, and in the blink of an eye, a palm-sized, fiery red token condensed, this card has no words, and there is a fingertip-sized red bead in the center that slowly rotates, and there are flames coming out from time to time!

"As long as you carry this Blazing Order to the Fire Pattern Battle Sect, you don't need to participate in the ceremony to recruit new disciples, you can become an official disciple!"

If it were those family cultivators or casual cultivators who heard such conditions, I am afraid they would all rush to grab it!

As the second in the "Six Sects of Cloud Sealing", the Fire Emblem War Sect is known for its belligerence, and it has always been very strict in recruiting new disciples, although there are a large number of people who try it every three years, but there are very few people who eventually become official disciples, and it is not an exaggeration to say that there is one in ten.

Yi Qian didn't know the value of such a place, but his heart was surprisingly calm at this time, and he didn't even look at the Blazing Order, but looked at Huo Zhongqiu's eyes and chuckled: "Three years of care, just to repay my uncle's original guidance, today my uncle saved me, it is already a matter of affection, and I can't accept it with peace of mind." ”

With that, Yi Qian put down the storage bag he got from Xue Zhan, turned around and left.

"If you have a relationship with your uncle, there will be a day when we will meet. ”

Unconsciously, his tone was somewhat similar to Wei Laodao.

Killing the enemy and plundering, Yi Qian is happy, but if he does something that he doesn't want, he will be rewarded, and he can't do it.

"Then the old Taoist priest will also teach his disciples this sour and rotten qi?" Huo Zhongqiu shook his head helplessly, he flicked his fingers, and there was an extremely subtle flame bursting out, the blazing fire order and the storage bag seemed to suddenly become invisible and wrapped in small flames, the flame turned around Huo Zhongqiu, and then floated out through the crack in the window, and went straight to Yi Qian to chase after him...

"See you soon!"

Huo Zhongqiu smiled slightly, and a puff of flames suddenly appeared all over his body, and the flames burned out in an instant, and the person was nowhere to be found...

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Smelling the cool air, Yi Qian strolled through the streets of Shangyang City.

He had some vague guesses about Huo Zhongqiu's identity, but he was surprised and didn't have too many other thoughts, not owing each other the best result, he didn't think that the current Huo Zhongqiu could have anything to do with him.

After all, there are some things that need to be done by Yi Qian...

The content of the first part of "The Mantra of Beast Control" came to mind, and he couldn't help but feel some heat in his heart!

After you prepare for one or two, you can go to the demon realm to try it out!

Xiao Wu, who was well fed and asleep, came out of the front of his leather jacket, quickly ran to Yi Qian's shoulder and sat down, stretched his muscles and bones, and looked comfortable.

Yi Qian glanced at it and said leisurely: "Do you also know how to wake up? In the past two years, you have been exceptionally able to sleep, and you are not afraid of turning into a pig?"

Xiao Wu scratched his already flat belly, and muttered, "No, it won't..."

Xiao Wu's eyes were sharp, and suddenly he looked at it, and it found a subtle flash of fire following!

Didn't act rashly, Xiao Wu watched the firelight float up and drill down Yi Qian's collar, it hurriedly chased in, and after seeing the firelight melt into Yi Qian's storage bag, Xiao Wu put his mind at ease, thought a little, drilled out along the same road, and returned to the original place.

Yi Qian only felt a heat on the back of his neck, and then a hairy thing rushed in and out of his clothes, and he couldn't help asking, "Are you full of sleep and have nowhere to vent?"

Xiao Wudong sneered: "Practice long-distance running, warm up..."

Yi Qian rolled his eyes, no longer messed with it, and walked quickly to a storefront on the corner of the street in the distance, the signboard of "The Legend of the King of the South of the City" was visible in the distance...

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The quaint and cramped shop pù smells of old wood decay, and the shop also lights a stove of sandalwood, which makes people even more drowsy.

Unlike other magic shops in Shangyang City, the business of this "Chengnan Wangji" is very deserted, not that the things sold here are not good, but the shopkeeper is too lazy, and the location of the store is biased, which has caused the status quo that few people know.

The shopkeeper, Wang Bingshi, looked like thirty-seven or eight, with an ordinary face, and two slashes of eight characters under his nose drooped listlessly, he looked at the outside of the store with a dull gaze, repeating the boring life day after day.

"The king's shopkeeper!!"

Yi Gan's voice came from afar, startling Wang Bingshi, almost falling over from behind the counter, holding his hat, he threw out the abacus in front of him, and scolded: "What are you arguing about!"

"Smack!"

Yi Qian, who rushed to the door, grabbed the abacus, and an unfathomable smile appeared on his face: "Shopkeeper Wang!

"Of course, the treasure of the town store, how can there be a reason to sell lightly!" Wang Bingshi replied angrily, caught a glimpse of Yi Qian's smile, and suddenly widened his eyes: "Are you here to buy it?!" Then he waved his hand and smiled: "Come on, you saved up money so quickly? Don't take this big shopkeeper to make a joke~"

Yi Qian didn't refute, his hand reached into his leather jacket and fumbled for a while, and he took out some spirit stones from his storage bag and put them into Shang Zheng's orange storage bag.

Yi Qian slapped the storage bag on the counter along with the abacus!

"Count it yourself!"

Wang Bingshi glanced at him suspiciously, could it be that this kid has made a fortune recently?

Turning his gaze to the orange storage bag, he suddenly exclaimed, "Orange and silver silk bag!"

Orange silver is an ore with an orange luster, which is not a natural treasure, but because its high-temperature brushed products are very gorgeous and beautiful, it is favored by families and wealthy people, and the price is even much more expensive than gold.

Wang Bingshi cautiously picked up the orange and silver silk bag and looked inside, and his expression immediately became weird: "It's all first-grade spirit stones, where did you get so much..."

The price of [Lijin Sword] is fifty second-grade spirit stones, but I didn't expect Yi Qian to throw five thousand first-grade spirit stones, all of which are change...

"It's not enough to have the same value~Go and get the sword~" Yi Qian urged dissatisfiedly, but he didn't want to wait for a moment.

Seeing Wang Bingshi walking towards the inner room with an orange and silver silk bag, Yi Qian didn't forget to remind: "Hey, take the spirit stone away, remember to return the storage bag to me!"

Wang Bingshi stumbled and said in his heart: This orange and silver silk bag must have been picked up by him!

Yi Qianke didn't care what he thought, whistling around the store, there were two wooden shelves in total, and there were some dull magic weapons on them, most of the grades were one grade, and there were only a few pieces of the second grade, and the magic weapons and wooden shelves were covered with a layer of ash, obviously no one had touched them for a long time.

After a while, Wang Bingshi walked out of the back room with a long wooden box, the wooden box was made of second-grade [cold willow wood], and a faint coldness spread, just for a while, Wang Bingshi's hands were already slightly white.

Yi Qian hurriedly took the wooden box, and his expression could not hide his excitement!

Placing the wooden box on the counter and slowly opening it, a sharp cold air poured out wantonly, Wang Bingshi couldn't help but take a few steps back, his cultivation was no more than the seventh layer, and he was not yet able to resist the breath of the [Lijin Sword].

This is a long sword with a clear blue body, the sword is four feet long, two inches wide, the sword body is flat, light and sharp, and the blade and the spine of the sword are a little bit of blue when jumping up and falling, and it is very beautiful!

Seeing this sword again, Yi Qian's eyes still lit up, he took a deep breath, reached out to hold the dark blue hilt, and slowly took out the Lijin sword, a chill flowed into his body along his palm, but Yi Qian did not feel half uncomfortable, and the true power in the meridians became more active!

The Lijin sword seemed to feel something, and suddenly the blue light brightened and the cold wind swept away!

Yi Qian couldn't help but praise happily: "Good sword!"

"When... Of course it's a good sword!" Wang Bingshi, who had been forced to retreat to the wall, shivered coldly, he didn't have much interest in cultivation, but he was very familiar with the magic weapon he sold, he shrank and shook his head and said, "The cold iron outside the sky... Build... Sword, and... How can it be ordinary? The one who refined this [Lijin Sword] was a refiner... Master of Refining! Definitely no better than the average three-pint fly... Flying swords are poor! Sell fifty two... Two..."

"Second grade spirit stone!" Yi Qian glanced at him and said with a smile: "I know you two~"

Yi Qian's hand flashed, and he put the Lijin sword and the wooden box into the storage bag, and when he went back to leave his divine sense on the sword, he could control it freely.

The source of the cold disappeared, Wang Bingchang exhaled a long breath, his real strength was running, and his body suddenly became a little warmer.

Seeing that Yi Qian was about to leave after snatching the empty orange and silver silk bag, Wang Bingshi suddenly spoke.

"I know where the Lijin Sword Technique is, are you interested?"

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End of Chapter 10

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