"Let's go, go to the hall. I think the formation there is relatively strict, and it should be the place where your sect stores things."

After collecting the things, Qincheng aroused a stream of spiritual energy to the deputy sect leader and walked towards the Blood Bone Gate Hall.

"Fellow Daoist, there are many formations in the hall for defense, but there are really no treasures." The deputy sect leader burst into tears and shook his head quickly.

"Is that right? There is a room on the right back of the hall that is different. Do I need to explain in detail?"

Qin Cheng smiled coldly, and the deputy sect leader was shocked.

"Oh, I remembered that there is indeed a small treasure house there."

The deputy sect leader was sweating profusely and secretly scolded Qin Cheng for being so smart.

The location of the hall treasure house is extremely hidden, and only three people in the entire sect know about it.

Qian Biao should be dead, Qian Hu disappeared, and only he knows the location.

He also wanted to cover up the treasure house of the sect. If he was released, there were still some treasures that could be taken.

As a result, Qin Cheng could even see the clues in the hall at a glance.

Since it was pointed out, the deputy sect leader dared not hide it and brought Qin Cheng to the front of the treasure house.

"Fellow Daoist, although I know the location, only Qian Biao has the opening token in this treasure house. Without his orders, I cannot open it." The deputy sect leader said helplessly.

Although the quality in the sect’s treasure house is not as good as Qian Biao’s own storage bag, there are also many good things.

After all, everyone is nominally a cultivator of the same sect, and the sect must have resources.

If you encounter some rewards or need certain items, you can't ask Qian Biao for it every time.

But it is precisely because this place is the only place where various treasures exist in the sect, so the outer formations are arranged very exquisitely.

"Does it need a token? Is it this thing?"

Qin Cheng waved his hand and took out a token directly.

"It's this thing."

The deputy sect leader took the things Qin Cheng took out and his pupils shrank.

Sure enough, Qian Biao's things came to Qin Cheng, which means that the sect leader must be gone.

Not daring to neglect any more, the deputy sect leader immediately opened the treasure house door.

Suddenly, everything inside appeared in front of everyone.

Various inspirational lights emitted, but there were actually not many things.

Because it is just a chaotic magic sect, all kinds of things are arranged in a mess and there are no categories.

Immortal grass, elixirs, spiritual weapons and various martial arts jade slips are all piled up together, without the order of orthodox sects placed in each building.

Zhang Chongli and others, when they saw these things, their eyes were slightly brighter.

Although these cultivation objects may not be very important to a certain monk, there are no useless things for them who want to create a sect.

What's more, the spiritual blades they used in their hands were all seized by the Demon Sect, which were not a good choice, and many of them were damaged while fighting monsters.

But many of the spiritual weapons here are objects of immortal cultivators and can be replaced.

Needless to say, everyone is a pharmacist, and all kinds of elixirs are refined, so they will not be wasted.

The jade slip of martial arts just makes up for the weaknesses that everyone lacks in magic.

These Qian Biao seem to be useless and are extremely useful to Zhang Chongli and others.

Everyone also flew into it and collected various treasures in it according to their types.

Qin Cheng did not participate in it, but read some classics casually on the bookshelf next to him.

"The leader of the Qin Alliance has discovered it at the deepest part of the treasure house."

But not long after, Hu Qi, with a bearded face, hurried out.


Chapter completed!