Qin Yan smiled happily.

Then came the storage bags of several monks.

Sun Huo is good or the four deputy managers of the useless elixir house. They are all ordinary inner disciples. They have low cultivation levels and naturally the things in the storage bag are too thin. However, there are still some gains. No matter how small the mosquito legs are, they are still flesh?

Then there is the genius of the Du family.

This time, Qin Yan did not disappoint him. Du Rongjie was extremely powerful, and the wealth in the storage bag was naturally extraordinary, which made Qin Yan make a fortune.

However, he was already rich, so he didn't care much about these unexpected gains. What really interested him was the handkerchief.

Du Rongjie ventured into the waste pill house to find this thing.

And I think about this, it is very strange. If this is really a very precious treasure, why would it be hidden in the abandoned alchemy house?

But if you change the angle, you will think that this approach is very clever. Knowing the truth is the most dangerous place, but the safest. Adhering to this idea, if there are no exact clues, who would want to get the precious treasures hidden in the waste elixir?

But what exactly is this?

Qin Yan spread the treasure in his hand, which looked like a handkerchief at first glance. However, compared with ordinary handkerchiefs, it looked very thin and the patterns on it were very strange. No, it could not be said to be patterns, just like a child's graffiti, messy, and there was no point in seeing any meaning.

Qin Yan sighed. The situation was too dangerous at that time and he had to cut the mess quickly. Otherwise, if Du Rongjie could be captured and used the soul-catching technique, he would not have to be as troubled as he is now and be confused here.

Since he could not understand it thoroughly, Qin Yan would not go into it. After all, there is priorities and no matter how important things are, for him now, there is nothing important to him.

As for this treasure, I will make a decision in the future. I thought about it this way and put it back into the storage bag.

The operation went very smoothly, and there was no use of the use of hundreds of foundation-building pills.

But after being happy, a trace of sorrow flashed in Qin Yan's eyes.

There is a foundation-building pill, but I don’t want to build the foundation of the alchemy at all. If I want to fulfill my wish and carry out the legendary foundation-building pill, it is not enough to have the foundation-building pill, and I also need a spiritual talisman.

Foundation building talisman!

Its rarity and preciousness can be said to be much better than the Foundation Building Pill.

Moreover, the foundation-building pill itself only needs to be used to get rid of pills, but the spiritual talisman needs a real finished talisman. Where should we find it?

Tianfu Mountain is the only choice.

Not to mention other parts of the Wu Kingdom, at least in Luoyun Mountain, among all the sects and immortal cultivation families, they are the only ones who can refine foundation-building talismans.

However, this thing is extremely precious and extremely rare. Tianfushan’s own disciples are far from enough, so how can it be given to outsiders?

Even exchange is not available.

In short, the difficulty of obtaining the foundation-building talisman is beyond comparison.

what to do?

With Qin Yan's intelligence, he had no good plans, so he finally stopped asking for trouble. This matter could not be achieved overnight, so he slowly thought of a solution.

Nothing happened overnight.

The next morning, Qin Yan continued to rush forward, and he was about to return to the Xue Sect before making a decision.

"Huh, what is that?"

A forest appeared in front of him, and Qin Yan saw at a glance that there was a person in the woods lying motionlessly, without the breath of life, as if it was a corpse.

Of course he would not be afraid, but what made him frown was that the clothes that the man was wearing looked like an immortal cultivator from Tianfu Mountain.

This is a bit unusual.

Qin Yan did not go over immediately, but released his spiritual consciousness and searched carefully nearby, but after a moment, he found nothing.

Not like a trap.

But he still did not set off, but searched for a hidden place and hid in it and observed it carefully. After half an hour, Qin Yan finally walked over.

Be careful.

This is not timid, but the world of cultivating immortals is full of dangers. Be cautious and not being plotted against.

It turns out that he is an immortal cultivator from Tianfu Mountain.

However, there is no breathing anymore.

What surprised Qin Yan was that the storage bag on his body was not taken away.

In this way, this person was not killed by an immortal cultivator, otherwise the other party would not let go of the wealth he carried after he wiped him out.

"Is it a monster?"

Qin Yan looked around.

But although this place is remote, it doesn't look like there are monsters.

And the most important thing is that if you die in the mouth of a monster or be killed by sharp claws, the scars on your body must be very terrifying and you will definitely see it at a glance.

But the guy in front of him was clean, with neither scars nor blood, and at the same time, he didn't look like he was poisoned.

Even though Qin Yan had a good knowledge, he couldn't guess how he died at this time.

"Forget it, what does it have to do with yourself?"

Of course he wouldn't really go to the bottom of the matter. He just checked it out because he was curious, so he planned to take the other party's storage bag and walk.

However, at this moment, I found a red dot on the other party’s eyebrows.

Qin Yan's heart moved.

He raised his right hand and grabbed it.

Follow its movement.

"Swoosh!"

An object flies out from the middle of his eyebrows.

"What's this?"

Instead of touching it with his hands, Qin Yan used magic power to let it float in the air, very thin, and looked like a bee's sting.

Could it be this thing that makes the unlucky guy's soul return to the underworld?

Qin Yan showed a look of surprise on his face, thinking of some ancient classics he had read. It is said that the most terrifying thing among the demon clan was not those huge beasts with sharp teeth and claws, but inconspicuous, small insects.

I don’t know what kind of demon bee this is, but with a sting, a monk fell to death here.

Qin Yan turned his head. Although he didn't feel any evil spirit, it was obvious that this place was not easy to stay for a long time.

So he stopped hesitating, took away the other party's storage bag, bounced his fingers slightly, turned the body of the disciple of Tianfu Mountain into gray smoke, and then cast a spell to leave the woods as fast as possible.

"Buzz!"

Shortly after Qin Yan left, a bee flew into the woods, looking like an ordinary bee. However, when it stinged the wild boar's head, the huge prey had no resistance at all. The limbs were stiff and they fell to death in the grass.

...

“I had a pretty good luck today.”

Although what happened just now was a bit strange, he didn't take any risks and obtained a monk's storage bag out of thin air.

When Qin Yan was resting, open it.

The harvest is richer than imagined. Although the various cultivation resources in it are not as good as Cao Menggu and are worse than Du Rongjie just now, they are only worse than these two people in the storage bag Qin Yan obtained.
Chapter completed!