"Fellow Daoist Cheng, the reason these two deacons have already mentioned before. I'm here to confirm that fellow Daoist is here, so he's not injured by the evil cultivator who broke into this."

Seeing Qin Cheng sitting cross-legged, Elder Wang smiled and said.

The so-called evil cultivator sneaked into the sword washing pool to kill people is also an excuse for the sword washing sect to search for monks.

After all, the matter of Dragon Spirit Dragon Ball is quite a secret.

There is also a sufficient reason for the Sword Washing Sect to use the excuse to find evil cultivators.

"I have never seen any evil cultivator. Everything is fine now. You can leave." Qin Cheng frowned.

"Haha, of course. We are also to ensure the safety of all fellow Taoists."

Elder Wang smiled and did not leave immediately. Instead, his eyes fell on the ten thousand refinements hammer in Qin Cheng's hand.

"Fellow Daoist Qin, the things in your hand are a bit strange. They look like spiritual weapons rather than spiritual weapons, and they look like magic but not magic. I don't know what they are. Can you show me?"

When the two deacons behind him heard this, their hearts were thrilled.

Covet other people's treasures and even want to check them out.

Elder Wang's words are already a bit taboo.

"If you want it, you are afraid you can't take it." Qin Cheng smiled when he heard this.

With a wave of his hand, Wan Lian's hammer flew out and headed towards Elder Wang.

"That fellow Taoist, it's better to obey your orders than to be respectful."

Elder Wang's expression moved, his arm raised, and a void hand condensed and grabbed it towards Wanlian Hammer.

But at this moment, an angry dragon roar broke out on the handle of the Wanlian Hammer.

A huge fire dragon suddenly rushed out of the Wanlian Hammer, smashed the void hand, and grabbed the Wanlian Hammer by the dragon claws and rushed towards Elder Wang.

Elder Wang looked solemn and slapped out eighteen palm prints in succession. The golden dragon was blocked from its expulsion. Qin Cheng stretched out his hand and the dragon dissipated. Wan Lian Hammer returned to Qin Cheng's hand again.

"It seems that Elder Wang can't afford to see my treasure."

Qin Cheng put away the Wanlian Hammer and sneered.

"Haha, I was stunned for a moment. Fellow Daoist Cheng is embarrassed. He just offended him."

Elder Wang smiled, bowed his hand and turned his head to leave.

"The breath is a little uneven, but it doesn't look like you're seriously injured, but it's more like it's because you've been tempering something and consumed too much."

"And such a powerful power of the Supreme Fire is indeed the ancestor of the Zhengqi Sect, it should not be this person."

A thought flashed through his mind, and Elder Wang flew to another target.

Seeing the three of them leaving, Qin Cheng's smile gradually faded.

Just after confirming that the three of them had left completely, Qin Cheng's face turned pale and his breath suddenly became much more disordered.

I just took action, which made me heal my injuries a little, and there was another sign of tearing.

This elder Wang is as cunning as a fox.

He obviously wasn't really interested in something, but deliberately tempted himself.

If Qin Cheng was cowardly and did not dare to take action, but really handed over the Wanlian Hammer to the other party, then this guy would not stop, but would try to be more aggressive.

Instead of doing this, it is better to burst out with thunder as soon as you come up, so that Elder Wang can get what he wants and will naturally retreat.

Qin Cheng pressed down a mouthful of blood, entered the refining space again, and continued to practice.

Another hour passed, and the opening time of the Sword Washing Pool was about to end.

The rich pure gold energy around it was gradually replaced by the chaotic gold energy again, and the aura in the entire sword washing pool became increasingly uneasy.

Many monks sensed the changes in the sword washing pool, and put down their things, began to fly upwards, ready to leave.

Even if the sword washing pool is intoxicating, life is more important. No one is willing to take risks at such moments, which leads to putting themselves in danger.

Qin Cheng also opened his eyes at this time and stepped out of the refining space. At this time, his whole body was full of blood and blood, and it seemed that there was no problem at all.

After thinking about it, I still transformed my appearance and flew upwards.

The dragon spirit and dragon ball of the Sword Washing Sect are gone. I wonder if they will give up. Leaving the Sword Washing Sect does not mean that things are over.

I came here with Xu Laodao and others, and transforming back into his original state will also be beneficial to him.

As for the injuries in Qin Cheng's body, they did not completely heal, but it would take one day for the outside world to delay.

Now he can cover up his injuries, at least looking unscathed.

As long as there is no big battle outbreak, no one can tell that he has been seriously injured.

The positions and times of entering the sword washing pool are different, but when they leave, all the monks flew out together.

After flying out of the sword washing pond, Qin Cheng landed on the rocks aside and hanged for a day and a night. Now that his feet are landing on the ground again, he suddenly feels a sense of stability returning to the ground.

Not long after the monks flew out, the pure flowing golden energy in this huge sword-washing pool became turbid again, turning into a chaotic and terrifying abyss of death again.

If you want to get into it again, you can only wait eight hundred years later.

When the monks flew out, they either looked excited, full of energy, or looked regretful, and seemed to have lost something.

However, everyone flew out of the pool, rested for a while, and headed towards the exit of the Sword Valley.

As the crowd gathered, the noise gradually increased.

Many monks met people they knew each other and were chatting with each other, talking about their gains in the sword washing pond.

Walking among the crowd and seeing the number of monks here, Qin Cheng couldn't help but be surprised.

The number of people seems to be much higher than I imagined.

Each time the sword washing pool is opened, the sword washing sect will issue about twenty or thirty sword washing tokens.

Before, I used the strange phenomena of the heavenly way to create chaos, and only sent out sixty or seventy pieces.

In total, there should be about a hundred cultivators here besides the Sword Washing Sect.

But at this time, the eyes swept over and there were at least two or three hundred monks.

He pricked up his ears and listened to the conversations of monks around him, Qin Cheng suddenly realized.

It turned out that at that time, the Sword Sect promised to let everyone go, and the monks holding the one-hour token naturally rushed in.

Originally, the method of calculating the cultivators of his sect was very simple. After an hour, he would count the number of cultivators flying out of the sword washing pool. As long as an hour passed, those who had not left were severely punished.

But this time, because of the tokens he made, the Sword Sect could not judge which monks should stay for one hour and which ones could stay for twelve hours.

Therefore, these monks understood and simply stayed in the sword washing pond and refused to leave.

"Hehe, I really didn't expect that Qin Cheng's plan has additional benefits." Fu Mo couldn't help but smile at this time.

"If so many cultivators were not all in the sword washing pond, the sword washing sect would probably come to you sooner."

"But they won't be able to find it in the sword washing pond, and they won't give up easily. Look ahead, the way out of the valley has been blocked."

Qin Cheng narrowed his eyes and looked forward.
Chapter completed!