"Fellow Daoist Cheng, the reason these two deacons have already mentioned before. I'm here to confirm that fellow Daoist is here, so he's not injured by the evil cultivator who broke into this."

Seeing Qin Cheng sitting cross-legged, Elder Wang smiled and said.

The so-called evil cultivator sneaked into the sword washing pool to kill people is also an excuse for the sword washing sect to search for monks.

After all, the matter of Dragon Spirit Dragon Ball is quite a secret.

There is also a sufficient reason for the Sword Washing Sect to use the excuse to find evil cultivators.

"I have never seen any evil cultivator. Everything is fine now. You can leave." Qin Cheng frowned.

"Haha, of course. We are also trying to ensure the safety of all fellow Taoists."

Elder Wang smiled and did not leave immediately. Instead, his eyes fell on the ten thousand refinements hammer in Qin Cheng's hand.

"Fellow Daoist Qin, the things in your hand are a bit strange. They look like spiritual weapons rather than spiritual weapons, and they look like magic but not magic. I don't know what they are. Can you show me?"

When the two deacons behind him heard this, their hearts were thrilled.

Covet other people's treasures and even want to check them out.

Elder Wang's words are already a bit taboo.

"If you want it, you are afraid you can't take it." Qin Cheng smiled when he heard this.

With a wave of his hand, Wan Lian's hammer flew out and headed towards Elder Wang.

"That fellow Taoist, it's better to obey your orders than to be respectful."

Elder Wang's expression moved, his arm raised, and a void hand condensed and grabbed it towards Wanlian Hammer.

But at this moment, an angry dragon roar broke out on the handle of the Wanlian Hammer.

A huge fire dragon suddenly rushed out of the Wanlian Hammer, smashed the void hand, and grabbed the Wanlian Hammer by the dragon claws and rushed towards Elder Wang.

Elder Wang looked solemn and slapped out eighteen palm prints in succession. The golden dragon was blocked from its expulsion. Qin Cheng stretched out his hand and the dragon dissipated. Wan Lian Hammer returned to Qin Cheng's hand again.

"It seems that Elder Wang can't afford to see my treasure."

Qin Cheng put away the Wanlian Hammer and sneered.

"Haha, I was stunned for a moment. Fellow Daoist Cheng is embarrassed. He just offended him."

Elder Wang smiled, bowed his hand and turned his head to leave.

"The breath is a little uneven, but it doesn't look like you're seriously injured, but it's more like it's because you've been tempering something and consumed too much."

"And with such a strong power of the Supreme Fire, it is indeed the ancestor of the Zhengqi Sect, it should not be this person."

A thought flashed through his mind, and Elder Wang flew to another target.

Seeing the three of them leaving, Qin Cheng's smile gradually calmed down.

Just after confirming that the three of them had left completely, Qin Cheng's face turned pale and his breath suddenly became much more disordered.

I just took action, which made me feel a little healed, and there was another sign of tearing.

This elder Wang is really as cunning as a fox.

He was obviously not really interested in something, but deliberately tempted himself.

If Qin Cheng was cowardly and did not dare to take action, but really handed over the Wanlian Hammer to the other party, then this guy would not stop, but would try to be more aggressive.

Instead of doing this, it is better to burst out with thunder as soon as you come up, so that Elder Wang can get what he wants and will naturally retreat.

Qin Cheng pressed down a mouthful of blood, entered the refining space again, and continued to practice.

Another hour passed, and the opening time of the Sword Washing Pool was about to end.


Chapter completed!