"Brother Zhao, you..."

The young master in yellow clothes also had a pale face. He saw that the young master surnamed Zhao was unstable and he felt dizzy.

The young master named Zhao turned around and saw several companions' faces pale and bloodless, with a faint blue color.

The young man in the Ye family, who had the lowest cultivation level, had the heaviest face on his face, almost like grass. He uttered, couldn't speak, and fell down.

The rest of the people fell to the ground.

The young master Huangshan looked at Qin Xianyu, then looked at the young master Zhao, showing a self-deprecating look, and said slowly: "I overturned the boat in the gutter, and lost my life in the gutter."

The young man in yellow shirt had a drip of black blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth and said bitterly: "Since he has cultivated his internal strength, he has nothing to do in the martial arts world. God will do anything to do. Who would have thought that he would die in a small hill and in the hands of a herbicide child? If it is spread out at this time, it would be a joke for a hundred years. Alas, after I die, the martial arts world in this world will definitely decline..."

These people are among the most outstanding people in the martial arts world. Now they die in this unknown mountain, and the young generation in the martial arts world is weak. Not to mention that they affect future generations, at least in this world, the momentum will definitely be small.

He sighed and fell to the ground.

The young man named Zhao had the strongest internal strength and persisted for the longest time. He was angry and his energy surged, and his hairband broke. He saw his eyes rippling and gritting his teeth and shouting: "I don't accept it! I'm not willing to give up!"

"Shengxiancao."

Qin Xianyu held up and barely leaned against a tree, covering his almost cracked shoulder, with cold sweat on his head, but he still barely smiled and said, "The Taoist priest surnamed Liu of the previous dynasty was obsessed with refining elixirs. He opened the furnace one day and took the elixirs by himself, and then died. The chickens and dogs in his family took the elixirs scattered on the ground together, and died together."

"This Taoist priest was a royal family, so it is only recorded in history that he has achieved success in practicing Taoism, refining elixirs and taking medicine, and the clouds rise to the sky, and the chickens and dogs ascend to heaven."

"This highly toxic herb is called "the name of the sacred herb."

Qin Xianyu looked at him and said, "Maybe this is just a blessing from the royal family. I hope this senior can ascend to immortality after his death. Maybe this is really a kind of immortal medicine. If you take this medicine, you will probably be able to ascend to heaven. In the future, you will become immortals and attain enlightenment, but don't forget to come down and support your old friends."

Qin Xianyu spoke very seriously without any sarcastic expression.

But this is the biggest sarcasm.

The young man surnamed Zhao squirted out a mouthful of blood and shouted angrily: "It is absolutely impossible. I have been practicing martial arts since I was a child, but I am familiar with the medicine and poison classics. I have never heard of any ascension grass."

Qin Xianyu said calmly: "This thing is a non-brained medicinal material. It is not recorded in ordinary scriptures, and there is only one record in the Taoist scriptures, but my father once saw it and recognized it."

The young master surnamed Zhao felt his head getting dizzy. He forced himself to hold on and shouted loudly: "Why are you okay? Why are you not dead? You obviously drank soup. I have noticed before that you have never taken anything, let alone any bullshit antidote."

Qin Xianyu raised his hand and said, "I accidentally wiped the tree."

He turned his back to the young master Zhao, believing that the other party had profound martial arts skills and his eyesight were probably not bad.

The young master named Zhao saw the green moss in the gap in his fingernails at a glance. He couldn't help it anymore. He stepped out one step, and his blood accelerated and fell down immediately. The last thought in his mind emerged...

It turns out... he detoxified this way... maybe he poisoned it like this...

The young master named Zhao was extremely unwilling to accept it. He held the corner of his clothes tightly, and was unwilling to let go.

Seeing that the young master Zhao, who was obviously the leader of everyone, fell to the ground and died, Qin Xianyu breathed a sigh of relief, smiled bitterly, covered his shoulders, slowly adjusted his breathing, took out two medicinal herbs from the almost broken medicine cage, and chewed them in his mouth.

It took a long time before the darkness in front of him gradually disappeared. He supported the tree, gritted his teeth and stood up, and headed to the place where the blue bird had just fallen.

He pushed aside the grass, no!

He climbed the tree with one hand, but still didn't!

He shouted in a hoarse voice, but still no!

He searched around there for a long time, but it was almost dusk, and he still couldn't find the blue bird.

Maybe... maybe I was taken away by something?

Although it is on the periphery, there are many things like bobcats and monkeys, and the blue bird...

Qin Xianyu thought about this, and the pain in his shoulder became more and more intense, as if it was cracked. He moved and suddenly fell down, almost unable to get up.

No outstanding hunter would spend the night in such a mountain.

Maybe after just half of my sleep, I was blown open by some ferocious beast and wild bird.

"It's still not found..."

Qin Xianyu sighed bitterly, his teeth almost bite sorely, and finally he stood up and walked back to each other.

When Qin Xianyu walked to the corpses of the heroes, he paused.

For ordinary people, dead people are still very taboo.

But even these people die at their own hands, what else are you afraid of?

He stepped forward and picked up the sword of the young man in yellow, weighed it, and put it aside, then turned on him and found that there were dozens of taels of silver in the man's arms.

One tael of silver will bring you a hundred dollars.

Here, about thirty taels are equivalent to three thousand silver coins, which is really a huge sum of money for Qin Xianyu.

But he didn't feel much joy in his heart. He flipped through the man's arms and found another book.

He looked carefully and found that the book clearly stated: Guanliu Sword Technique.

This is a martial arts secret book.

Qin Xianyu suddenly held the secret book tightly in his hand, and his eyes looked quite strange. He put the secret book in his arms, walked towards the rest of the people, and flipped it clean one by one.

Qin Xianyu counted and found that there were 170 taels of silver and four martial arts secrets.

The silver was heavy in his arms, but Qin Xianyu knew in his heart that the real wealth was these four martial arts secrets. These people were obviously not ordinary people, and they must be famous young masters. These four secrets were also the best martial arts in the martial arts world.

If he had made such great fortunes in the past, even if Qin Xianyu was calm, he would have been so excited that he could not fall asleep for many days. However, when he remembered that the blue bird was not by his side and had several more lives on his hands, his heart was filled with sadness and sorrow, without any joy.

"The clothes of these people are also extremely expensive. I think these swords are all top-notch, but these things are not easy to shine in front of others, otherwise they will inevitably cause trouble."

Qin Xianyu also knew how to make choices. These clothes and swords were obviously not needed. The money was OK, and martial arts could be practiced secretly. The secrets could be hidden, but these clothes and swords could not be used by themselves. If you take action, it would definitely attract attention.

He looked carefully, hid the swords under the tree, thought for a while, and finally took away a sword, but abandoned the scabbard, and walked away with the sword, thinking: "After going back, wrap the hilt of the sword around a circle of rags. I think no one will recognize this sword with the blade."

Just as Qin Xianyu left, another faint sound was heard.

"At a young age, he is cruel and ruthless."

It was an old voice.

Such an old voice suddenly appeared in the deep mountains and dense forests. The sky gradually darkened. Qin Xianyu poisoned several lives and felt weak in his heart. Hearing this voice, his whole body stiffened, and the cold air rose. He said in shock: "Is it a demon or ghost?"

A gust of wind blew, and Qin Xianyu found that the pain on his shoulder seemed to be cracked and it seemed to have been eliminated a lot.

After the wind blew, there was an old Taoist priest in front of Qin Xianyu.

The old man had a childish face and a red face. He was tall, wearing a Taoist robe and holding a whisk in his hand, which was quite like a Taoist bone and fairy-like look. He just looked at the old Taoist looking at Qin Xianyu, but he was very cold.

"Master..." Qin Xianyu originally thought that this was the late master, but when he looked closely, this old Taoist priest looked taller than his master and had a more immortal style.

The old Taoist priest looked at him, swept over the corpses, shook his head, and said, "You young man, who is young and pretty, looks pretty and plain, is actually so cruel. For a blue bird, you want to kill someone to take revenge?"

This statement obviously means reproaching.

Qin Xianyu heard this and wanted to explain. Suddenly, he paused and said in surprise: "How do you know about my blue bird? Could it be that you have been watching before?"

"No," the old Taoist priest stroked his beard slightly and said, "I have been watching you poison and kill people."

Qin Xianyu was silent for a moment and suddenly asked, "Then why don't you stop me from poisoning?"

The old Taoist priest's face turned slightly red, but he was already full of blessings and didn't see it very clearly. He snorted: "I didn't see clearly how you poisoned me."

Qin Xianyu asked, "That's watching me bullied by them?"

The old Taoist priest was stunned, "This..."

Qin Xianyu was quite angry and said, "Since that's the case, then you are here to uphold justice? If I hadn't poisoned them, I would have died. Where were you then?"

The old Taoist priest was also quite angry and said, "You only have one life. If someone wants to kill you, then you will kill them? But you poisoned them, but you killed many lives!"

"you……"

The old Taoist priest was unreasonable at all. Qin Xianyu took a deep breath and asked, "Dare you ask if the immortal is old?"

"how?"

"I want to kill you, but obviously I won't be your opponent. But you are old and may not live long, but I can still live long. Why don't you stand still and not resist, and let me kill you with one sword?"

"this……"

The old Taoist priest thought to himself, Guanyun is even more stern than me, how could his disciple be so sarcastic? He snorted and said, "You are too ruthless, but for the sake of self-protection, the old Taoist will not punish you. It's just that you can't keep this martial arts secret, otherwise you will be able to practice martial arts, which is great?"

Suddenly a gust of wind blew, and Qin Xianyu suddenly fell to the ground. The pain on his shoulder was touched, almost making people faint. After a while, the pain disappeared.

Qin Xianyu moved his shoulders. Although there was still pain, it was much lessened.

He held up and found that the martial arts secrets in his arms had disappeared, leaving only more than a hundred taels of silver. Qin Xianyu smiled bitterly, it turned out that the old Taoist came for the secrets?

The old Taoist was gone. He stood up from the ground, shook his head with a wry smile, and walked towards the Taoist temple with the long sword without scabbards. He turned his head and glanced at the corpses all over the ground, looked at the place where the blue birds fell, sighed and wanted to leave here.

Suddenly, Qin Xianyu was stunned, and after seeing the corner of the young master Zhao's clothes bulging.

If it were normal, it would be impossible to tell, but the young master named Zhao held his clothes before his death, which made the bulging place quite conspicuous.

Qin Xianyu didn't pay attention just now, but at this time, the sky was getting darker, and a faint light appeared in the bulging corners of the clothes.

"This is……"

Qin Xianyu stepped forward, cut his clothes with his sword, and a bead rolled out from inside, shining with a faint luster, the size of a goose egg, and the whole body was as light as gold.

In addition, there was an extremely thin booklet at the corner of his clothes, which was only a few pages. Qin Xianyu picked it up and saw that it read: The first explanation of the sword path.

"The young master named Zhao hides this secret book and bead so much. Is this swordsmanship more precious than the four secret books just now? Is this bead not an ordinary decoration, but also a precious treasure?"

Qin Xianyu was thinking about it when he suddenly realized that the sky was already dark.

If he had just a moment and had finally entered the night, he would be afraid that he would not be able to leave here. Without time to think about it, Qin Xianyu had to put the secret book and beads with only a few pages into his arms and hurriedly left.

There are gradually many night birds and ferocious beasts here. I think there will be no more intact corpses here, only a piece of blood and bones will be left behind.

When Qin Xianyu returned to the Taoist temple, he found three people parked at the door of the Taoist temple.
Chapter completed!