"Hahaha!"
Chen Qing laughed and was in a great mood.
"Tell me, Master, what is the first general outline of the Scavenging Book!"
"Master!"
It was that clever disciple who took the lead again...??.??
"It's luck!"
"wrong!"
Chen Qing looked solemn, "It's luck, luck, luck! Whether it's chance or luck, as long as you are lucky enough, you can get it to your door without moving! Just like when you were a teacher..."
Looking back on the past.
He sighed endlessly.
"Blessed people don't have to be busy, but unlucky people will break their legs if they run away!"
boom!
Boom!
At this time, the two streaks of light finally fell and hit Chen Qing in front of him, making a loud noise.
"Tsk tsk."
Chen Qing shook his head.
"If you hit it from such a long distance, you will definitely be dead! Go... come and live!"
Said.
With his face glowing red, he flicked his sleeves and hurried over with his three apprentices.
After a while.
The four of them had arrived at the edge of a deep pit with a radius of tens of feet. In the pit, there lay a man whose flesh and blood were blurred and whose appearance could not be seen clearly. Next to the man, there was a chicken, which was covered in charred black and its tail feathers had disappeared.
He disappeared and became a bald chicken.
One chicken per person.
like a statue.
Of course it was Gu Han and Chongming.
Gu Han's soul was injured too much and he really fell into a coma, but Chongming... was exhausted from his strength and fell asleep due to being too tired.
"chicken?"
Chen Qing was stunned, "Why is there still a chicken?"
"Tsk tsk."
immediately.
He sighed with emotion, "It's tragic, it's really tragic. It seems that this person also went deep into the center of Sunset Mountain to look for opportunities. What a pity... bad luck, he died! It gave me an advantage. It seems that he should be a
Scavengers are great!”
Talking room.
He had already arrived in front of Gu Han.
"Master."
One disciple sighed, "There's not much to gain. This guy doesn't even have a storage ring."
Next to Gu Han.
Only the tattered black sword.
"Asshole!"
Chen Qing scolded again, "What is the first rule of the Scavenger Book!"
"Yes... don't be greedy."
"How many times have I told you!"
Chen Qing was heartbroken.
"No matter how small a mosquito's legs are, it's still meat! A Yuan Jing is also money! Master can cultivate to the extraordinary realm. How does the resource come from? It's not all about gathering less and making more, saving Yuan Jing one Yuan Jing!"
"This sword!"
He pointed at the black sword.
"No matter how shabby it is, it can always be replaced with eighteen thousand yuan crystals! And this chicken..."
He pointed at Chongming again.
"How rare is it for a chicken to become a demon?"
"Barbecuing meat and making stew can also improve your cultivation!"
A few words.
The words made the three disciples feel excited and their faces were filled with admiration.
really!
He is worthy of being a three hundred years old scavenger!
There are not many scavengers who can find this kind of stuff, even if I search all over Tiannan Realm!
"snort!"
Chen Qing ignored them.
He reached out and lifted the black sword, but did not move it.
The sword spirit is resisting him.
"Quite heavy?"
Chen Qing didn't understand, and looked happy, "It seems that the material of this sword is definitely unusual. This is not about the Eight Thousand Yuan Crystal..."
While happy.
He decided to teach his three apprentices something that was not found in the scavenging manual.
"remember."
"Scavengers also look at people!"
"The higher their status is, the less they can move the things on their bodies. Otherwise, when the forces behind them come to visit, you will die without knowing how! Many scavengers are greedy and cannot control their own hands. They pick up things they shouldn't."
The things I picked up caused me to be killed!"
The three disciples were fascinated by what they heard.
Master is teaching you real skills. You must listen carefully and don’t miss a single word!
"Judge identity."
Chen Qing continued, "First of all, look at your clothes..."
Speaking of which.
He glanced at Gu Han, who was covered in blood, and felt a little embarrassed, "Ahem, I can't tell you what he's wearing, but he probably has no background..."
"Master."
One of the disciples seemed to have thought of something.
"Could he... be from the Xuanjian Sect? That is a first-rate force, and everyone in the sect is a swordsman."
"Won't."
Another disciple shook his head.
"You see he is so poor and his sword is so broken, how could he be from the Xuanjian Sect?"
Chen Qing hesitated.
To be continued...