When the old man heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly laughed with disdain on his face.
"Hahaha, good boy, even that girl Nalan Mingyue wouldn't dare to say such a thing in front of me!"
"You are not old, but your tone is not young!"
"If you want to kill me, you can't do it, Nalan Mingyue can't do it, and even your entire Iron Alliance can't do it!"
Qin Fan didn't waste any time and clapped his hand directly.
A powerful aura suddenly rose, and the old man's expression suddenly changed: "I can't believe that at such a young age, you have already reached the realm of the Heavenly King!"
"However, if you want to kill me, you are still not qualified!"
As the words fell to the ground, he suddenly shook his sleeves and clapped his hands.
boom!
There was a muffled sound, followed by a muffled grunt from the old man, who was knocked back a few steps.
Qin Fan said calmly: "Now, are you qualified enough?"
The old man's face finally turned serious: "Good boy, I still underestimated you. You actually have the strength of Mahatma!"
"Great Heavenly Lord?" Qin Fan smiled faintly, and then smacked him with another palm.
This palm has already been used in the Eighteenth Form of the Great Dao.
With the momentum of going forward inexorably and cutting through all obstacles, the Splitting Slash landed on top of the old man's head like a mountain.
"What a domineering martial arts!" The old man was shocked in his eyes, and quickly took out a black object from his arms and threw it at Qin Fan.
rub!
The fist-sized black shadow suddenly opened up in the wind. It was a big black umbrella, blocking Qin Fan's attack.
Boom!
Qin Fan's palm seemed to hit the copper wall and the iron wall, making a deafening sound.
However, the black umbrella was also broken into several pieces by Qin Fan's palm.
"My Hunyuan Iron Bone Umbrella!"
The old man's face was full of heartache, and he stared at Qin Fan with his eyes wide as a cow, and roared: "Boy, you broke my spiritual weapon, I'm not done with you!"
"Ahhh!"
The old man stretched out his hand to grab his arms again, and a bunch of strange and weird things appeared, and they were all thrown towards Qin Fan.
Among those things were daggers with strange patterns engraved on the blades, hammers, half-moon scimitars, three-legged cauldrons, and so on.
Ye Tian, who was hiding far away, saw this scene and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Spirit-killing Sword, Demon Hammer, Death Moon Blade, Five Sacred Cauldron..."
"It seems that this old guy was offended. He threw away all these treasures for free. Tsk, tsk, what a waste of natural resources, such a waste of natural resources!"
Ye Tian looked regretful. He had coveted these treasures for a long time, but the old guy had always carried them around like treasures. He rarely saw them on weekdays.
Qin Fan could sense that each of these magic weapons was not weak, and the lowest grade among them was also the best magic weapon, and two of them even had the potential of spiritual weapons.
"If you give me such a big gift when we meet for the first time, then I won't be polite."
Qin Fan used his dragon-capturing hand and collected all the magic weapons as ordered.
Basically, the magic weapons thrown by the old man ended up lying intact in Qin Fan's storage ring.
Qin Fan used his spiritual sense to check the magic weapons lying quietly in the storage ring, and Qin Fan smiled with satisfaction.
Seeing this scene, the old man was so angry that he almost vomited blood on the spot.
"Boy, you're going too far!"
"I'll fight you!"
Blue flames suddenly appeared all over his body, and he crashed towards Qin Fan.
Unfortunately, his desperate move was suppressed by Qin Fan's palm.
"The strength in the late Golden Core realm is actually so arrogant."
Qin Fan squeezed his hand hard and strangled the old man's neck.
"Ah!" Ye Tian next to him was so frightened that he almost peed his pants. His legs went weak and he knelt down.
Qin Fan looked at him, and the guy hurriedly kowtowed and begged for mercy: "Don't kill me, senior, don't kill me! You said, as long as I bring you here, spare my life!"
Qin Fan really had no interest in killing him. Such a small character was not worth killing him at all.
"I can't kill you, but it depends on your performance."
Ye Tian was also an understanding person. He rolled his eyes and immediately asked tentatively: "Senior, what are you referring to?"
Qin Fan reminded: "For example, where are the materials used by your master to refine weapons?"
Ye Tian smiled knowingly: "I understand, I understand, senior, please come with me!"
Ye Tian took the initiative to lead the way up the stairs.
Qin Fan took out a treasure bag from the old man's arms, erased the soul imprint on it, and immediately sensed the contents inside.
The space of the treasure bag is not large, only one meter in diameter, which is a hundred times smaller than his storage ring.
But in this place, it is definitely a luxury item, and only these powerful weapon refiners can have it.
Moreover, there was still a lot of inventory in the treasure bag, which happened to be a bargain for Qin Fan.
Then, he followed Ye Tian to the second floor.
The environment on the second floor is quite normal, with beds and furniture. It should be the place where the old man rests.
"Senior, come this way!"
Ye Tian led the way with a diligent look on his face. At this moment, he had no second thoughts. Even the master who was invincible in his heart was easily killed by Qin Fan. He knew very well that the young man in front of him was definitely not someone he could resist.
Ye Tian took Qin Fan to the bedroom, then turned a tiger-head armrest on the bedside, and a door suddenly opened on the wall.
"My master's belongings should all be hidden here."
After Ye Tian finished speaking, he walked in first to show that there was no danger.
Qin Fan followed him into the room.
The room should be a secret room or something like that. It's not big. There is a shelf on one wall with a lot of things on it, including some books.
Qin Fan glanced at it and saw a lot of good things.
"Black Fire Purple Stone, Beiming Xuan Fire Gold Essence...these are all excellent refining materials."
"I didn't expect that this old guy collected quite a lot of treasures!"
In Qin Fan's eyes, the best weapon refining materials are naturally precious materials that are rare even in the Immortal Realm, not the treasures here.
Qin Fan was not polite, and directly put those precious materials into the storage ring with Ye Tian's envious eyes almost drooling.
Then he flipped through the books above.
Many of them record the experience of refining weapons.
"This old guy is a genius at refining weapons. Although these insights and experiences are of no use to me, if they are put outside, they will definitely cause a rush in the entire weapon refining world."
"It's not bad to bring someone back to the Iron Alliance."
With a flip of the hand, the book disappears.
Finally, Qin Fan was attracted by a book.
"The Genealogy of the Qi Shen Sect!"
I opened it and took a few glances. It was a genealogy that recorded the disciples of the sect throughout the generations.
The name of this sect is Qishen Sect.
"Where have I heard of this sect?" Qin Fan thought for a moment, but couldn't remember clearly.
Soon, Qin Fan turned to the last page of the genealogy.
Qin Fan didn't pay much attention at first. After all, this was someone's genealogy and he didn't recognize it.
However, when he saw the name of the last sect leader, he was suddenly stunned.
"Nalan Xuande!"
Qin Fan shook his head: "It should be just a coincidence. Although there are not many people with the surname Nalan, there are also quite a few."
That's right, he thought for a moment just now that the last leader of Qi Shen Sect might be related to Nalan Mingyue, the leader of the Iron Alliance Sect?
