"You want Gengjin, take it!"

Jing Shifang threw the Geng Jin out. The bandit leader lit up his eyes and reached out to grab it. The two bandits' eyes were also locked tightly on the Geng Jin.

The long sword was unsheathed, and a very thin sword light flashed in the air. The two bandits were stunned and had already fallen to the ground.

The two of them were injured all over their necks, and they had a sword to seal their throats, and blood only poured out at this time.

"What a courage! I originally wanted to let you go, but it was your own choice of dead end!"

The bandit leader shouted loudly like a muffled thunder on the ground. He picked up the axe and slashed it. He stepped on several cracks on the surface of the ground.

He is a master of the eighth level of body refining and has grown up in countless battles. How could he see a young man in his eyes?

Xuanhua's big axe opened and closed, and the tiger was full of wind. In his opinion, if the axe was chopped down, the kid was cut into two pieces.

"The eighth level of body refining? It's interesting."

Jing Shifang looked at the faint yellow light flashing on the axe blade and judged that the bandit leader's cultivation was the one with the highest cultivation level among his opponents.

But the gap not only did not make him feel afraid, but instead inspired his fighting spirit!

Such opponents are good goals for testing their strength.

Among warriors, in most cases, the cultivation level is the criterion for judging strength, but there are always some special cases. The disciples of the sect are often the creators of these special cases.

The bandit leader didn't know what kind of exercise he was practicing, but his grade was definitely not as good as the Dragon Elephant Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna

Another thing is the gap in martial arts. Non-sect disciples are lucky enough to master a set of ninth-grade martial arts. How can they choose to deal with whether it is suitable for themselves?

Just like the bandit leader's current sense that the axe magic is amazing, it is very vulgar in Jing Shifang's eyes.

The sword was freely moved, and just touched it gently on the axe, so that the opponent could cut himself with another force, completely holding the bandit leader's big axe.

After several moves, the bandit leader was panting, and the strength he had when swinging the axe was not enough. The practice technique was poor, the true energy was not purified enough, and the time it could last for one breath was limited, so you had to exhale and regulate your breathing.

Jing Shifang nipped his toes, and after dodging an axe, his figure turned lightly in the air. When he landed, the sword was skillfully inserted back into the scabbard.

"Why is there hot water flowing down my forehead?" The bandit leader was already angry as soon as he turned his mind.

There was a deep sword hole on his forehead, and the dead bandit leader still had a tempting expression on his face.

"Yan Yun San Zong and watch the flowers in the fog. This way of death is honorable enough to you." Jing Shifang breathed slowly. The eighth-level warrior of the body refining warrior seemed to be nothing scary, and he was easily killed.

Of course, this is to deal with bandits with only fierce aura. It would not be that simple if they were warriors who were also disciples of the sect.

Jing Shifang not only insists on the idea of ​​fighting against a lion and using all his strength, but also wants to test the actual combat effectiveness of Yan Yun Sanzong and watching flowers in the fog.

Looking at the flowers in the fog was originally a dreamlike sword technique. The effect seemed surprisingly good with Yan Yun Sanzong's strange body technique.

The Gengjin fell out of the bandit leader's clothes and returned to Jing Shifang's hands.

"This Xuanhua Axe has a good texture and can be worth a thousand gold coins, but unfortunately it's too heavy!"

Jing Shifang picked up the Xuanhua axe from the bandit leader and tried it. He should have used some black iron, otherwise it would not be so heavy.

It was too troublesome to bring back hundreds of pounds of axe, not to mention that he had to continue exploring.

Unfortunately, he does not have the Qiankun Ring, otherwise it would be no problem to carry ten Xuanhua Axes with him. Master Mikaixian has a spiritual weapon-level Qiankun Ring, which contains a space of one meter square. Except for not being able to store living objects, there are no taboos.

Seeing that he was clean and honest, without any objects, and not even wearing weapons, he was actually put into the Qiankun Ring.

From Senior Brother Tian, ​​there is no difference between low, medium and high-level Qiankun Ring, only the difference between spiritual weapon Qiankun Ring, treasure weapon Qiankun Ring, and corpus Qiankun Ring.

A spiritual weapon, Qiankun Ring, is actually equivalent to a top-level spiritual weapon.

Senior Brother Tian was very envious when talking about the Qiankun Ring, but the top spiritual weapon was still too far from his teaching. Even Master Mikai Xian’s Qiankun Ring was only exchanged for the academy contribution value he had accumulated over the years and most of his savings. Some wise masters with low qualifications may not be able to have it.

Just thinking about it, Jing Shifang didn't dare to really hope that he had a Qiankun Ring, which was a dream that was even farther away than a spiritual weapon and a sword.

"Let's hide here for now. If you're still here when you come back, take it out and hand it over to the Baibaolou branch in the town."

With the Gengjin worth tens of thousands, Jing Shifang no longer paid much attention to this giant axe. He threw it into a cabinet in the room and closed the cabinet door.

These three bandits had nothing valuable on them, and they only had more than a hundred gold coins together, but there was a map hidden in the arms of the bandit leader.

The rough and simple lines mark the road, and a red heart is drawn on the right side of the map, without even the basic text signs, and I don’t know where it represents.

If this map hadn't looked long enough, he wouldn't even have the interest in studying it carefully.

Jing Shifang looked at the map twice, and suddenly a light of inspiration flashed, rushed out of the room and stood on a stone pillar, looking high at the nearby terrain.

"That's right! The red heart on this map is in the ancient city of Tumen. These three people brought the map to the ancient city to find treasure!"

When the terrain and map are compared, Jing Shifang's heart thumped. If the map is real, this would be a big discovery.

There are obvious hand-torn marks below this map. It seems that there were originally text annotations on it, but it may have been torn off by the bandit leader.

Tumen Ancient City, ancient map, and ferocious bandits. These keywords are connected together, and it is easy for him to come to a conclusion that there is something good in the red heart of the map.

If it is really a treasure house of the ancient city, it will be a harvest that far exceeds a piece of Gengjin.

The beginning of Wanluo Academy discovered the ancient city of Tumen because of a map passed down from the previous dynasty, and used this as a guide to find the largest wealth in the ancient city.

"Treasure House, the treasure house of the Divine Spirit Dynasty!"

Jing Shifang's hands holding the map excitedly were trembling. This is an opportunity!

After determining the direction of the Red Heart on the map, he set out immediately, and before leaving, he did not forget to knock down the wall with one palm, burying the three bandits below.

With this map that may be a treasure house, it is no mistake to do it more cautiously, so as not to avoid these bandits and accomplices from discovering these dead bodies and causing unexpected trouble.
Chapter completed!