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Chapter 70 Bounty Wanted

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    There is a full-body portrait of a man on the gold paper, with long eyebrows and delicate eyes, not very handsome, but he looks very pleasing to the eye.

    I don't know who painted the portrait, the brushwork is excellent, and even the unhappy expression on the man's face is portrayed in detail, and the details are even more detailed, and the man's eyebrows can be counted clearly.

    Qin Yang leaned over to pick up the piece of gold paper, his expression changed from startled to angry and stunned.

    This is really me, can you not like it!

    He took the gold paper and looked it over and over several times. After finding traces of dao patterns and runes on the back, Qin Yang tentatively injected a trace of real energy into the gold paper.

    Immediately, the gold paper was suspended in mid-air, and auras of spiritual light gushed out from the gold paper, interweaving on the gold paper to form a picture, and in an instant, it turned into a three-dimensional phantom, hanging on the gold paper.

    On the paper, Qin Yang stood there with a dark face and an unhappy expression, squinting down from the corner of his eyes, his eyes were full of the complexity of stepping on shit.

    Looking at the clothes and the wooden hairpin on his head again, Qin Yang's complexion was complicated. This is not the same as when he was thrown into the cloud bed, standing by the side of the big pit.

    I don't know who rubbed it into a painting

    As the phantom rotated and floated up, a line of characters appeared below the phantom.

    "If you can find this person or provide clues, there will be a reward. If you send it to any branch of Wanyong Company, you will be rewarded with a low-grade spiritual weapon."

    The one signed below is the Wanyong Company.

    Qin Yang's complexion turned black. Was he wanted by the Wanyong Company for a reward?

    Could it be that the matter of taking advantage of the chaos to kill Guanshi Qiu was seen by others?

    The Wanyong store is simply insane. The manager of a branch in a small town was killed and even offered a reward for a spiritual weapon. Can he do whatever he wants with money?

    It's ugly to say that a branch manager is not worth the value of a spiritual weapon at all, and the profiteers of Wanyong Company have long since needed thousands of dollars to buy horse bones and people's hearts, so why are they willing to pay such a high price?

    Besides, the gold paper in his hand is already worth a lot. Any disciple of the Magic Stone Sacred Sect can have one. The number of small gold paper leaflets scattered out cannot be decimals.  It is no less valuable than a low-grade spiritual weapon.

    I'm afraid that many of the great monks of Shenhai outside will be interested in this reward, and the monks of Sanyuan under Shenhai, as long as they know about this, they will probably remember it in their hearts.

    If I appear outside

    Just thinking about this scene, Qin Yang couldn't help but tremble, and shouted in his heart.

    Silently put away the reward paper, and then put away the scattered things on the ground.

    A magic weapon, shaped like a tortoise shell, after a little identification, it was found that it was not an ordinary protective magic weapon, and could be carried on the body. With the influx of true energy, the weight would become heavier and heavier.  The instrument used.

    The elixir contained in the porcelain bottle is Guilu Dan, which greatly nourishes qi and blood. The most commonly used elixir for building a foundation body is to assist cultivation, and the second is to replenish qi and blood to assist in healing.

    The rest of the talismans and seals are all miscellaneous brands, and Qin Yang doesn't like them at all.

    The remaining few sets of clothes are just the standard long gowns of the inner disciples of the Demon Stone Sacred Sect, with built-in dust removal restrictions, and the defense power is negligible. At most, they can block ordinary swords and sharp blades.

    After some more rummaging, he found the broken pieces of the storage bag. Qin Yang immediately understood that the person's storage bag must have been forcibly torn apart by an external force, and the contents would fall to the ground.

    Looking at the disciple's body again, Qin Yang frowned a little. This man's limbs were not very thick, but there was a metallic luster on his skin. Looking along the hole in his chest, there was a trace of bronze in the silvery white of his bones  .

    This is a physical training that devours the energy of metals and supplements the body. The body is the hardest, but at this moment, it is dying miserably. It seems that there is no power to resist.  It is filled with endless fear.

    more like

    Was scared out of his wits, and killed him with a straight neck.

    Without thinking too much, Qin Yang has already sensed that there is a great danger here.

    Stretching out his hand to display his skills, he took out a skill book and a magic token. Before he could take a closer look, a scream suddenly exploded in the depths of the dense forest.  It came to an abrupt end.

    Qin Yang slapped the skill book on his forehead casually, put the token magic weapon into the storage bag, turned around and ran away in the opposite direction.

    Concentrating on his breath, he ran wildly relying on his physical strength, but on his forehead, he was faintly sweating.

    ? A vaguely strange auraIt spreads, and it seems that a great terror is coming

    In this dense forest, there are many insects, birds, and animals, but at this moment, there is no sound at all. The birds that can be seen occasionally along the way all land on the branches, facing the trunk, with their heads buried in their chests, trembling.

    A giant python with a length of ten feet was right in front of his lair, but he didn't dare to get in. He only dared to roll over on his belly, coiled up in a snake formation and pretended to be dead

    After walking for a while, I saw another black ape, whose fur was like steel thorns, with a raging demonic aura and exuberant qi and blood, comparable to a monk with a complete foundation. At this moment, he was lying on the ground with his head in his arms, trembling.  He even seemed to be afraid of whining, and covered his mouth tightly with one paw

    Qin Yang ran past it, and the black ape didn't even lift his eyelids

    The terrifying sense of crisis stimulated Qin Yang's back with a tingling pain, and the back of his head felt cold. In the midst of running, his body was slowly becoming stiff due to instinctive fear, as if a real predator had come, and he could only be like Lin Lin.  Like birds and beasts, they stay where they are and kill them.

    "ah¡­¡­"

    Another scream sounded in the air, Qin Yang froze, leaning against a giant tree trunk, holding his breath, not daring to make any movements.

    Sword lights flew from a distance in mid-air, and the monks flying with their swords all had panicked faces, trembling eyes, and turbulent spiritual power all over their bodies. It was obvious that they were desperately urging the flying swords.

    After a few people flew away, they saw behind them, followed by a red gourd the height of a person, on which lay a monk with disheveled hair and a panicked state.

    "Brother, wait for me, don't leave me"

    The man screamed in horror, and his voice became out of tune, like a duck being strangled by someone, wailing as it was dying.

    next moment¡­¡­

    The red gourd suddenly stopped, the monk's eyes protruded, his body froze, the fear on his face was frozen, only a strange low growl that seemed to be struggling and seemed desperate came out of his throat.

    In the sky behind, an old man with a hunched body, wearing a black robe, sunken eye sockets, and an expressionless face crossed the sky, step by step, as if pacing, stepping on the air.

    The old man walked up to the red gourd and whispered in a low voice, his voice was like a broken bellows, hoarse and unpleasant: "Do you know who this old man is?"

    "IIdon't know" The monk lying on the red gourd was almost scared to pee, and struggled to read a few words.

    The old man shook his head, stretched out his withered claws, and slowly pierced into the opponent's chest, but the monk seemed unable to move, unable to speak, and could only stare at the old man's claws with wide eyes.  , Just stab it in a little bit.

    "KachKach"

    The flesh and blood burst apart bit by bit, and the bones shattered inch by inch, until the claws completely pierced the monk's chest, and the monk's torso dried up rapidly, and the old man withdrew his claws.

    The whole process took more than a dozen breaths!

    But that monk could only watch, unable to move his fingers.

    This kind of fear is indescribable, until death, his eyes are wide open, and the fear on his face freezes.

    "I don't even know who the old man is, so what use are you for?" The old man shook his head and sighed, then turned and continued walking away.

    ?After the old man disappeared, Qin Yang, who was pretending to be a dead person on the ground, his eyes trembled slightly, his whole body was instantly wet with cold sweat, his limbs were cold, and his face was pale.

    This old man's strength is too strong, it is the crushing of the life level, from the blood, from the all-round crushing of the soul, which makes his bone marrow tremble.

    There was no grandeur, nor was there any divine light, just a faint aura that almost scared him to pee.

    The monk who died tragically was so frightened that he wanted to kill him. The fear of death could hardly overcome the fear of the old man.

    Qin Yang was able to keep his breath, hold his breath, restrain his vitality and pretend to be dead, without leaking any flaws, he had done his best.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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