"Then you should know where the lair is, right?" Qi Fan asked while searching the man in black.
When Scar heard this, he nodded, "Yes, yes, I know, I know."
Qi Fan nodded without saying anything, and put the things on the man in black on the ground and sorted them out.
To be honest, I'm a little surprised, no, I should say very surprised. Five Yuan-Puiling Pills are nothing, and three Yuan-Condensing Pills are a bit shabby for a monk in the Liquid Condensation Stage.
But Qi Fan couldn't figure out the storage bag. Even a sect disciple like him might not have a storage bag, but this casual cultivator actually had one?
What's more important is that there is a lot of gold in the storage bag, and there are even many stones. In short, they are all made of metallic materials.
This made Qi Fan confused. What does a body cultivator in the liquid condensation stage need these things for? As for refining weapons, Qi Fan doesn't believe that casual cultivators can refine weapons. Refining weapons is even more difficult than practicing.
There are very few people.
As for practicing, Qi Fan has never heard of any physical training that requires gold? If physical training was so simple, it would be all over the street.
It is not surprising that Qi Fan would be surprised when he encountered physical cultivation. You must know that there is no physical cultivation in the entire Xuanyuan Sect. Physical cultivation requires extraordinary endurance, tenacity, and countless resources.
As for himself, Qi Fan said that he didn't know either. He was not a physical practitioner, but his physique was comparable to that of a physical practitioner.
In addition to these, there is also a small and exquisite token with the words "Four Saints" engraved on it. On the back is a white tiger, which is somewhat similar to the tiger head on the chest of the man in black.
I searched it in my mind and found that I had never heard of the Four Saints, so I threw it away in the storage bag and left it alone.
After sorting everything out, more than ten breaths of time had passed, and Qi Fan's injuries were slightly better.
Looking at the five Yuan Pei Dan and three Yuan Ning Dan in his hand, I couldn't help but think to myself, 'It's a bit of a loss, just healing the wounds will take a lot of time. It's better not to take on this kind of mission next time.'
Then he looked at Dao Scar who was kneeling next to him. Sweat was still dripping from his forehead from time to time. Qi Fan was a little speechless. Do I look like a murderous person?
I originally left the scar because I didn't think that the man in black had a storage bag and wanted him to take me to the lair to search for it. Now it's a bit redundant.
Everything must be in the storage bag, so where would it be placed in the lair? He glanced at Scar and asked casually: "Do you have any good or special things in your lair?"
Scar rolled his eyes and said, "No, everything has been put away by Mr. Gu. No one knows where it is. This matter has always been cited as a legend by everyone. So many things disappeared like this. Too much
Strange."
Qi Fan was not curious. If there was anything magical about it, wouldn't he put it all in his storage bag? He nodded and waved Scar away. It was just a casual question, and he didn't expect to hear anything from him.
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Scar was startled when he saw Qi Fan's indifferent expression and the waving hand, thinking that he was not satisfied with his answer and had no value and wanted to kill him.
He kowtowed quickly and said at a very fast speed: "Wait, wait, I know there is a special place,"
Qi Fan was surprised now and asked: "What's so special about it?"
Scar said awkwardly: "I don't know either. It's just that there is such a secret room in the village. Master Gu does not allow anyone to enter, not even to get close. Some ignorant people who passed by were beaten to death by Master Gu before."
Qi Fan suddenly became interested. There might be something good in this place that even the liquid condensation period paid so much attention to. Could it be some kind of spiritual place? Or could it be something that couldn't be put into the storage bag?
Qi Fan pointed at the man in black on the ground and said: "Come on, take me to that secret room to take a look. You first carry this grown-up up, and I will take him back to hand in the mission."
Scar got up happily. This is "Gu, Master Gu." As he said this, he was about to lift the man in black, but he didn't even lift him up. Scar felt a little unconfident in his heart.
I can't beat you in life, but I can't carry you in death? I gritted my teeth and used my newly recovered innate strength to carry 'Lord Gu' on my shoulders.
Scar smiled awkwardly at Qi Fan and walked forward, but his steps seemed a bit heavy.
Qi Fan couldn't help but laugh when he saw this scene. He is not an ordinary monk. His body is comparable to a magic weapon. Didn't you see that his Piaoxue Sword only penetrated an inch?
Those middle-grade magic weapons of the Huang rank were barely able to break defenses. With such a body, even if he died, he would still weigh over a thousand kilograms.
You, a person in the innate realm, can hold it to death with only a few hundred kilograms of strength with one hand, and you still want to lift it up with one hand? Of course, Qi Fan has no interest in telling Scar these things.
The two of them started going up the mountain one after the other.
The people from the escort agency who had left before met the fleeing horse bandits on the road. They looked nervous and thought they were chasing them. Not to mention that Lin Zhenshan was seriously injured now, even if he was not injured, they couldn't defeat him.
Lin Zhenshan was relatively calm. He glanced at the horse bandits and saw the panic expressions on their faces, so he stopped one of them. Only then did he know that Qi Fan won in the end. After learning the news, everyone's faces changed.
The expressions are all different.
Lin Zhenshan thought about it and finally decided to move on. From the moment they left, no matter what happened to Qi Fan, it had nothing to do with them.
Moreover, their task has not been completed yet. They need to find the employer of Xudong Trading Company first before getting down to business.
The group of people walked vigorously on the road. Without the worries of horse bandits, everyone walked much more briskly.
But not long after, the guard who was sent out to inquire about the news ran back in a panic. Lin Zhenshan looked at the guard weakly and asked, "What happened?"
The guard stammered: "Xu, Xudong Trading Company, no, no more."
Lin Zhenshan was shocked, "What's gone? Why is it gone? Is the goods gone or the people gone?"
The guard said bitterly: "The goods are gone, and the people are gone. Judging from the injuries and conditions, it should be the work of the previous horse bandit leader. They are all dead."
Lin Zhenshan sat down on the ground, completely lost his mind. His employer was gone, the goods were gone, his brothers were seriously injured, and he was also seriously injured.
He suddenly didn't know how to face the brothers who were still at home. He thought about how much Lin Zhenshan had suffered, how much anger he had endured, and how many tears he had swallowed to get to this point.
Because of this failed escort, Lin Zhenshan's injuries became even worse. He died of illness not long after returning to Luocheng, and the Zhenshan Escort Agency also slowly declined.
Many years later, even the old man from Zhenshan Escort Bureau recalled why he didn't stay and fight with Qi Fan. At least he could still have some relationship with Qi Fan at that time.
As for whether Qi Fan will make friends with them, only God knows. Of course, these are things for later and will not be mentioned for now.