At night, the backyard of the Wan Xiang Tower was silent.
Inside the house.
"After showing off my skills at dusk, I reckon ordinary thieves wouldn't have the guts to snatch the Ten Millennia Coldsteel." Teng Qingshan washed his face and tore off a piece of cloth from under the bed. "To prevent some greedy and blind fellows from coming over, I need to make some preparations."
He stomped his feet and circulated his inner strength.
"Whoosh!"
Teng Qingshan climbed onto the beam and used the cloth to wipe off the dust on the beam. Then, he threw the cloth to the ground. Teng Qingshan wore his clothes and laid on the beam with his eyes closed to rest.
Perhaps they were really shocked by Teng Qingshan's performance at dusk. That night, no one came to disturb Teng Qingshan. Teng Qingshan closed his eyes until dawn. Shouts came from outside the house. Only then did Teng Qingshan open his eyes and jump down to the ground.
"I had a good sleep." Teng Qingshan kicked the dirty cloth onto the bed. Then, he wiped his face with a wet towel and walked out of the house with his saber and bag on his back.
In the spacious courtyard, the young men and women were practicing their swordsmanship.
When the young men and women saw Teng Qingshan, they couldn't help but be cautious. When facing ordinary people, they were confident that they were inner strength experts, so their attitude was naturally arrogant. But in front of Teng Qingshan … … they couldn't even last one move. Teng Qingshan casually took out the Ten Millennia Coldsteel. This boldness made these young men and women envious.
"Brother Qin Lang, did you rest well last night?" The Tower Master, Huo Yan, also walked over and greeted with a smile.
"Not bad." Teng Qingshan said with a smile, "Oh right, the goods I want will arrive at noon. I'll go out for a stroll first. I'll come back in the afternoon. "
"Alright." Huo Yan nodded.
Then, Teng Qingshan walked out of the backyard of the Wan Xiang Sect.
"Martial Uncle." A green-clothed girl hastily walked over and asked curiously, "This Qin Lang, where did he come from? Yesterday, he actually used his fingers to flick away Eldest Senior Brother and Senior Sister Lu's swords! Only ten years ago, when Eldest Martial Uncle came here, I saw Eldest Martial Uncle use the technique of flicking away sharp swords with a flick of his fingers. "
The other martial brothers and sisters also came over. In their eyes, Teng Qingshan was a mystery.
Huo Yan said solemnly, "This Qin Lang is a true martial artist who roams the world and trains his saber skills between life and death. All of you learned swordsmanship from your predecessors. He did not understand the true power of every move in the sword art! Qin Lang, on the other hand, was someone who honed his Saber Techniques in life and death situations. He was a truly terrifying cultivator. Moreover, his inner force was also extremely strong! Since he dared to use his fingers to flick your swords, I'm afraid he has reached the peak of the Postliminary Realm. "
The disciples looked at each other.
"Look at that Qin Lang. He looks very young, but his inner strength is so strong? I guess his sect is also very powerful. The secret manuals he learned are at least Human-level secret manuals, or even Earth-level secret manuals! "The Eldest Senior Brother exclaimed in a low voice," It would be great if we could also learn such secret manuals. "
The surrounding group of youths nodded.
They were only the outermost disciples of the Wan Xiang Sect, and what they learned were only entry-level inner strength secret manuals. The speed at which they refined inner strength was relatively slow.
"Hmph, inner strength is the foundation! Inner strength secret manuals are good, but killing techniques and eyesight are all trained. " Huo Yan snorted coldly and glanced at the group of youths, "What you learn on paper is still shallow. Even if this Qin Lang had the same inner strength as all of you, he could easily kill all of you by himself. This is the difference between experience and eyesight, which is also the so-called realm! "
Huo Yan, a wily old fox who roamed the world, was very clear.
All true experts had gone through tempering and had their own understanding. The same sword art, when executed by different people, would have a huge difference in power.
"Hmph, wait until you actually escort goods, travel the world, and gain experience. Then you will understand." Huo Yan said indifferently, "Hurry up and eat breakfast. In a while, we will open the door to welcome our guests."
"Yes, Martial Uncle."
… …
Clop! Clop! Clop!
The sound of horse hooves was concentrated. Three steeds with green bodies and only four snow-white hooves galloped. On the three steeds were an old man and two middle-aged men. The three of them carried sharp swords on their backs. If one was knowledgeable, he would be able to tell with a glance that the three steeds were the king of the Green Bristled Horses from Qingzhou, Treading Snow.
This Treading Snow horse was over eight feet tall. Aside from its four snow-white hooves, its entire body was green without a trace of other colors. Its fur was glossy.
The speed of this horse was extremely fast when it galloped. The market price of each Treading Snow horse was five thousand taels of silver. Without status and wealth, one could not even think of riding this kind of horse.
Soon, the three Treading Snow horses entered Yi City.
Wan Xiang Sect's Inner Courtyard.
"Martial Ancestor, Master, Martial Uncle!" The two disciples, who were already there to welcome them, hastily saluted when they saw the three people riding on the steeds. After the three people got off the steeds, they immediately led the steeds into the backyard. There were immediately people in the courtyard who welcomed them and brought the three Treading Snow horses to the stable.
"Quickly go and inform your Martial Uncle." One of the green-robed middle-aged men put down the cloth bag on his back and shouted.
"Yes, Master." The disciple quickly ran into the Wan Xiang Tower.
With these three people in the courtyard, the other young disciples were so scared that they did not dare to speak.
The green-robed middle-aged man turned his head and looked at the old man, "Master, where do you think this Qin Lang, who sold the Ten Millennia Coldsteel, came from? Our Wan Xiang Sect records the heroes of the world. Those with strength are usually recorded in our intelligence reports. However, in the records of the experts in our Jiangning County Main Building, there is no such person as Qin Lang. "
"When your Martial Brother comes, you will know." The white-robed old man said.
"Disciple greets Master." At this time, Huo Yan also walked over and hastily saluted.
"Huo Yan, tell me in detail about the information about Qin Lang." The white-robed old man said.
"Yes, Master. This Qin Lang's strength is unfathomable. Just the strength that he revealed … … "Huo Yan began to narrate in detail the information that Teng Qingshan had revealed. At the same time, he also added his own speculations. The three experts of the Wan Xiang Sect who rushed over from the Jiangning County Main Building listened attentively.
… …
At noon, Teng Qingshan finished his lunch in the restaurant and walked towards the Wan Xiang Tower with his saber in hand.
"Please unload your weapon when you enter the Wan Xiang Tower." The welcoming lady with a sword said to a couple who were about to enter the Wan Xiang Tower. The couple also knew the rules, so they immediately unloaded their weapons and handed them to the Wan Xiang Tower for safekeeping. At this time, Teng Qingshan walked over with his saber on his back.
The welcoming lady did not dare to stop him. After Teng Qingshan walked in with big strides, he directly went up the stairs to the third floor.
"Hey, why didn't he unload his weapon?" The couple was a little surprised.
The welcoming lady was too lazy to answer.
*****
In Huo Yan's room on the third floor of the Wan Xiang Tower.
When Teng Qingshan entered, he saw four people. Three middle-aged men and a white-robed elder.
"Haha, Brother Qin Lang, come, come. Let me introduce you. This is my Second Martial Brother, Feng Yan! This is my Eldest Martial Brother, Liu He Zhou! "The Tower Master Huo Yan introduced enthusiastically. The two middle-aged men also smiled and cupped their hands. The Wan Xiang Sect was a sect that did business, so they usually treated their guests with courtesy.
The white-robed elder slightly cupped his hands and smiled, "I am Liu Tiannan! I heard my disciple mention Little Brother Qin Lang's abilities, and I really admire you. I wonder who Little Brother Qin Lang's teacher is? Perhaps, I might know him. "
"My master, Teng Bo Lei!" Teng Qingshan looked at the white-robed elder and asked, "May I know if Senior Liu knows him?"
"Teng Bo Lei? Three hundred years ago, an innate expert called Teng Bo Lei appeared in the Land of the Nine Prefectures. However, he passed away a long time ago. In the past two hundred years, in the Land of the Nine Prefectures, I really don't know if there was anyone called Teng Bo Lei who could teach an expert like Little Brother Qin Lang. However, this world is very big, and this old man's knowledge is limited. I presume that little brother's master is a hidden expert that no one knows about. "
When Teng Qingshan heard this, he was slightly startled.
In the Land of the Nine Prefectures, there really was someone called Teng Bo Lei. But that was something that happened three hundred years ago.
"Haha, let's not all stand. Let's sit down and talk." The white-robed elder waited until everyone was seated before continuing, "Little Brother Qin Lang, I already know that you want to sell the Purple Radiant Coldsteel. We have already brought the Star Pattern Steel that you want from the Jiangning County Main Building. "
As he spoke, he opened the cloth bag that was placed on the ground beside him. Large pieces of silver metal were inside. The surface of the metal seemed to have star-like patterns that were very clear. It was the Star Pattern Steel that was worth more than gold.
"Good." Teng Qingshan smiled.
"May I ask, Little Brother Qin Lang, where did you get this Purple Radiant Coldsteel?" The white-robed elder asked. Normally, a place that could produce Purple Radiant Coldsteel shouldn't only have one piece. Although the place where it was produced was usually very dangerous, there were many experts in the Wan Xiang Sect. For a treasure like the Ten Millennia Coldsteel, it was worth it to send a large number of experts to take the risk to excavate it.
Teng Qingshan's gaze turned cold, and his face slightly darkened.
The atmosphere in the room immediately changed.
"Everyone, will your Wan Xiang Tower still accept this transaction?" Teng Qingshan directly asked.
"Of course." The white-robed elder also felt that with just their strength, they didn't have much confidence in defeating Teng Qingshan.
"Okay, this is the Ten Millennia Coldsteel." Teng Qingshan took out the Ten Millennia Coldsteel.
Huo Yan, who was at the side, carried another bag over. "This bag contains 110 Jin of Star Pattern Steel. This bag of mine contains 60 Jin of gold! You can weigh it. "
Teng Qingshan carefully examined the Star Pattern Steel and gold in the two bags to prevent other things from being smuggled in.
"My Ten Millennia Coldsteel, seven Jin and two taels, correct?" Teng Qingshan looked at the white-robed elder.
"Correct." The white-robed elder also stood up.
"Very good, then I will take my leave." Teng Qingshan grabbed the two bags. The 170 Jin items seemed to be weightless in Teng Qingshan's hands. Just like that, Teng Qingshan directly went downstairs.
The white-robed elder frowned as he watched Teng Qingshan leave.
"Teacher …" The other three looked at the white-robed elder.
"Huo Yan, you stay here. The two of you, follow me and secretly follow him. Let's see where this Qin Lang goes!" The white-robed old man, Liu Tiannan, immediately brought his two disciples and quickly left the Vientiane Tower.
*****
On the Great Yan Mountain, Teng Qingshan looked at the distant Teng Jia Village. He glanced back and sneered, "Follow me? I'm afraid they have already turned to the south of the Great Yan Mountain. " When Teng Qingshan left Yi City, he purposely walked through the south gate and followed the Lanxiang River to enter the Great Yan Mountain.
This road was more than 100 Li away from the road Teng Qingshan took to return home.
Teng Qingshan purposely circled around the Great Yan Mountain. With Teng Qingshan's speed in the mountain, he easily left the three inner strength experts far behind. Afterwards, Teng Qingshan continuously crossed mountains and ridges from the south of the Great Yan Mountain. After walking for more than 100 Li, he finally arrived at the northernmost part of the Great Yan Mountain.
At this moment, Teng Jia Village was already within his field of vision.
"110 Jin of Star Pattern Steel, 60 Jin of gold." When Teng Qingshan thought of the expressions of his grandfather, Teng Yunlong, and the others when they saw this amount of gold, he couldn't help but smile.
"Time to go home!" Teng Qingshan smiled and strode towards the distant Teng Jia Village.
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