"Young Master Qin, thank you for your life-saving kindness."

Xue Zhuang and others walked up solemnly, and all knelt in front of Qin Cheng.

If Qin Cheng had not been afraid of danger and blocked the second wave of beast tide with one person's strength, then they would have been dead at this time, let alone the compensation from the Dao Sect.

So everyone did not thank the Daozong, but only thanked Qin Cheng.

Qin Cheng was as kind as a mountain to them.

"I will do anything to give to Mr. Qin in the future. I will do my best to do my best."

"That's right, Mr. Qin is the first person outside the world, and we swear to be loyal to our followers."

Everyone spoke and swore solemnly.

"Xue Zhuang, what are you doing?" Qin Cheng smiled bitterly and quickly got everyone up.

"Everyone, outside the world is weaker than hidden world warriors, so we need more unity. With this realm-breaking pill, everyone can improve their cultivation. At this genius event, we will perform well and fight for the outside world warriors."

Qin Cheng said to everyone, and everyone nodded, with strong expectations in their eyes.

The grand event of genius is approaching, and everyone wants to show their skills in the eyes of the crowd and make the reputation outside the world. Qin Cheng's words make them more eager for victory.

After all, the martial arts world is still speaking with strength. If Qin Cheng hadn’t had the token of asking the Tao, how could the other party change his attitude?

Everyone saw this and was looking forward to the arrival of the grand event.

It was getting late, and although Xue Zhuang and others wanted to express their gratitude, Qin Cheng laughed and scolded him and drove him away directly.

"Practice well, I will give you a treasure tomorrow." Qin Cheng said with a smile.

"Thank you, Brother Qin." Xue Zhuang's eyes flashed with curiosity and he grinned.

Xue Zhuang has the highest cultivation level among the people. If anyone among these people can become famous at the Tianjiao Festival, then naturally even Xue Zhuang, Qin Cheng wants to help him.

Back at his residence, Qincheng took a short rest and replenished his spiritual energy. Then he took out the blue aura sealed by himself from the storage space.

"For this incident, even Elder Xun came forward. The green palm print was mostly sent by the Sect Master of Asking the Dao. Unexpectedly, I actually gained a trace of the unique aura of Asking the Dao. "

A glimmer of light flashed across Qin Cheng's eyes. Although his move was extremely dangerous at that time and he was even seriously injured at that time, it was still worth it to get this breath.

Because Qin Cheng could feel that the palm print was filled with the original smell of the palm print technique.

"Comprehensive this breath and verify it with the many techniques left by my father, maybe I can create a unique skill that is stronger than this palm print." Qin Cheng's eyes flashed, and he kept thinking in his heart.

He even felt that as long as he penetrated his breath, this palm print method would become his biggest killer move at this genius event.

"But in addition to this, the sword-controlling technique is also a killer move."

Qin Cheng thought, and dozens of flying swords were suspended around his body, circling around him, as if forming a sword formation.

Since Qin Cheng practiced the Sword Control Technique, he has studied Zhao Ding's Nine Spirit Sword Formation. The two have confirmed each other, which has given Qin Cheng more ideas about the manipulation of the Sword Control Technique.

"But there are still too few swords. Although the sword control technique allows me to control a large number of flying swords, it has requirements for texture."

Qin Cheng had a secret headache. Although he could also control the ordinary sword, it would require more energy because the texture was not transparent enough, which would greatly reduce the number of flying swords he could control at the same time.

"Forget it, high-quality flying swords are not that easy to find. I'd better build them myself."

Qin Cheng sighed, put away the flying sword, took out various refining crystals, and at the same time grabbed the ten thousand refining hammers in his palm and ignited the dark fire.

Qincheng has free time these days, so he manipulated Wanlian to temper the spirit sword, but the speed was not fast and he could only make one in about a day.


Chapter completed!