Han Yu got off the stone platform and drove the flying magic weapon toward the direction of the Ten Thousand Beasts Hall. "By"

In just one stick of incense, Han Yu had not yet arrived at the thatched hut, and saw a figure standing at the door from afar.

Han Yu took away the magic weapon, quickly bowed to him and said, "Master Hong!"

"Can you gain this trip?" asked the old lame man with a smile.

"Nothing was found." Han Yu sighed.

"I have a set of magic weapons here. I encountered a great loss of spirituality in a powerful enemy back then. I have restored some power over the years." The old man said, and took out a small jade box with a slap in the storage bag and handed it over reluctantly.

"Thank you, Master Hong!" Han Yu took the jade box with a happy expression, opened it on the spot and looked inside.

I saw a golden talisman pen and a silver jade book lying in the jade box, with a faint light of inspiration on it.

After a closer look, I found that the golden talisman pen was covered with subtle cracks and a large piece of black ink mark in the middle of the jade book.

"This set of golden pen and jade books is a set of top-grade magic weapons. Now it has only one or two power left, and now it can only be considered a medium-grade magic weapon." The old man sighed and smiled bitterly.

"Master Hong, this set of magic weapons is very suitable for younger generations." Han Yu put the jade box into the storage bag and said with a smile on his face.

"Okay, as long as you like magical tools, I won't leave more here if I have something to do." The old man said with a smile.

"Master, wait a moment." Han Yu quickly shouted, took a storage bag from his waist and handed it to the old man's hand and explained: "This is what I brought to Miss Hong."

The old man nodded, took it, and then released his crutch and turned into a yellow light and broke through the air.

Han Yu watched him disappear at the end of his vision, then opened the door and entered his hut.

After entering the thatched hut and cleaning up, Han Yu sat cross-legged on the stone bed, held the jade box just now in his hand, and opened the box again.

I carefully took out the golden pen and jade book in the jade box, and saw that the hair on the golden pen was dotted with golden powder, and the jade book was shrouded in a blue light.

"These two magic weapons are both attacking and defense-friendly, so I don't have to worry about which treasure to expose in the competition." Han Yu said happily.

He has many treasures, including the Qingluo sword and Mu Kui shield, and the top magic weapon has the Qingjiao flag. He has three talisman treasures that Qi Refining Cultivators dare not even imagine!

But these treasures cannot be exposed to people. The only thing that can be used in the competition is the medium-grade magic weapon Qingling Sword obtained in Jubaolou.

Han Yu was worried along the way. The set of magic weapons sent by the old man was really a timely help, and it solved Han Yu's big problem in an instant.

There are two months left before the competition, which is enough to practice these two magic weapons and to grab the top ten places in the competition.

Just as Han Yu was practicing magic weapons in the thatched hut, Wu Feng, with a gloomy face, flew towards the He family.

He was extorted by Lexing in the bamboo forest for eight hundred spirit stones, and he also learned that Han Yu had already refined the tenth level of Qi and was anxious.

If Han Yu performed well in the competition, it would be extremely difficult for the Wu family to attack him in the future.

He wanted to take action at the competition, but unfortunately he was an inner disciple and was not allowed to participate in the competition.

Wu Feng suddenly remembered that there was a young genius in the He family who had a tenth level of Qi refining and was preparing to participate in the sect competition.

The He family also occupied a lush mountain. After Wu Feng landed, he asked the He family's disciples for a few questions, and then walked towards the back mountain.

When he arrived at the back mountain, Wu Feng saw a young man in his twenties holding a stone sword in his hand. The stone sword was two feet long and weighing about hundreds of kilograms, but the young man danced Huo Huo Shengfeng.

The young man saw someone coming and threw the stone sword in his hand out, and saw the stone sword roaring towards the mountain rock.

"boom"

With a loud bang, countless gravels shook off, and the stone sword steadily inserted into the rock wall.

"It turns out it's Senior Brother Wu. Seeing that you are so hasty, it must be important to come to me." After seeing the face of the visitor, the burly young man asked with his eyes flashed.

"Junior Brother He, there is something tricky recently, and it is related to both of our families." Wu Feng thought for a while and said.

"It's up to us two families? Please tell me in detail with Senior Brother Wu." The burly young man showed a hint of doubt and asked seriously.

"I don't know if Junior Brother still remembers the fall of Master He?" Wu Feng also asked with a deep face.

"Of course I remember this. My uncle was killed by the Blood River Alliance. He Chong must let them pay their blood debts and blood!" said the burly young man gritted his teeth.

"I don't know if my junior brother remembers the little monk who returned the storage bag. I suspect he has plundered Master He's personal treasure." Xu Feng said mysteriously.

"Is there any evidence?" He Chong was stunned for a moment before asking slowly.

"This person only refining Qi when he entered the sect. He has now entered the tenth level! The little thief must have plundered the pills on Master He's body, so that he could progress so quickly!" Wu Feng said coldly.

"The Tenth Level of Qi Refining?" He Chong's face became a bit ferocious and he said gloomy when he heard this.

"My grandfather had long noticed something was wrong. The little thief used a trick to assassinate him. My grandfather is still in seclusion in the family and thinks about his mistakes." Wu Feng also said with a cold expression.

"Senior Brother Wu, we join forces to kill him!" He Chong's face flashed with evil spirit.

"No, if we kill him now, we will be charged with the crime of damaging our fellow disciples. This time I came here to let my junior brother sign a life-and-death contract when meeting this person at the competition, and kill this person openly!" Wu Feng said slowly.

"This..." He Chong suddenly became hesitant.

Wu Feng looked at him with hesitation, took out a yellow bracelet from the storage bag and threw it over.

He Feng subconsciously met and saw the lifelike demon tiger carved on the bracelet, and his confusion looked at Wu Feng.

"This is a red tiger bracelet, which seals the soul of the first-level monster Red Tiger. As long as the junior brother is willing to take action, the senior brother is willing to give it to him." Wu Feng said seriously with his face.

Seeing that He Chong was still hesitating, Wu Feng said coldly: "This matter has nothing to do with my Wu family. Master He begged my grandfather so that my Wu family could help me. If the He family wants to stay out of the matter, then my Wu family doesn't want to be the sucker!"

He Chong's face was gloomy when he heard these words. He thought for a while and gritted his teeth and said, "My He family is also a bloody man. My senior brother just sees me killing this thief on the ring!"

Wu Feng also showed joy on his face and praised: "I knew my junior brother would not disappoint me!"

At the following time, after the two of them talked for a few more words, Wu Feng said goodbye and left with great pleasure.

He Chong slowly walked towards the stone wall and held the stone sword, his eyes flashed and he did not pull out the stone sword.

I don’t know how long it took, but a vicissitudes of back suddenly appeared on the path leading to the back mountain. He Chong hurried over to meet him and said respectfully: “San Uncle, why are you here?”

The white-haired old man asked with a smile, "What did that guy from the Wu family ask you just now?"

He Chong hesitated for a moment and informed the matter in full.

"Tenth level of Qi Refining? Humph, I knew that the thief had stolen something!" The old man's kind expression became ferocious.

"My son's death is inseparable from him. He is not the mastermind or an accomplice!" The old man's lips were trembling, and his tone was rapid and his eyes became extremely cold.

The old man said a lot to himself, and then said to He Chong: "Chong'er, come to me tonight and I will give you a top-grade magic weapon. If you want to promise the third grandfather, you must kill the little thief!"

"Yes!" He Chong said respectfully with his fists.
Chapter completed!