Hongmeng Emperor Zun

Chapter 27 The Nameless Old Man

"Why are there so many magic treasures here? Did I accidentally break into a tomb?" After a pause, Feng Qing continued to ponder: "The owner of this tomb must be a great person if there are so many magic treasures buried with him. ?”

The level of the magic weapon is mainly determined according to the number of layers of internal restrictions. Those with one to three layers of restrictions are ordinary magic weapons, those with four to six layers of restrictions are low-grade magic weapons, and those with seven to nine layers of restrictions are high-grade magic weapons. There are ten to twelve levels of prohibition within the top-grade magic weapon, and above the top-quality magic weapon, there are Sanxian-level magic weapons, Earth Immortal-level magic weapons, Tianxian-level magic weapons, and so on.

In the Yingqin Empire, Sanxian-level magic weapons are already at the top of the list. Generally, they are regarded as the treasures of the clan by the rich and powerful families, and they will not be revealed easily. Therefore, the top-level magic weapons that are exposed outside are internal There are ten to twelve layers of forbidden magic weapons.

Take Feng Shenxiu as an example, he is the eldest son of the Patriarch of the Feng Mansion, and has a prominent background, but his saber Flying Scale Sword is only a top-grade flying sword with eleven layers of restrictions inside, and it cannot be considered top-grade among the top-grade magic weapons. .And there are dozens of top-quality magic weapons scattered on the ground here, so it can be seen that if this is really a tomb, then the identity of the person buried here should be much higher than that of Feng Shenxiu.

Thinking of this, Feng Qing quickly looked around and frowned immediately: "Hey, no, if it is really the tomb of some important person, there must be some decorations, right? Let alone a coffin here, even I can't find a single stone tablet, candlesticks, or anything man-made, so it's clearly just an ordinary cave!"

After thinking about it for a long time, she couldn't think of a reason, Feng Qing simply stopped thinking, now he was being chased and killed, and these magic weapons scattered all over the ground were just for self-defense, so he decided to take these magic weapons as his own.

After making up her mind, Feng Qing picked up the magic weapon on the ground while muttering "There is nothing to blame".

After a while, Feng Qing collected dozens of magic weapons, most of which were flying swords.

"Probably no more!" Satisfied, Feng Qing glanced at it one last time, and found a round mirror half buried in the sand in a dark corner, grinning: "Hehe, I almost missed one! "

Walking quickly, Feng Qing bent over and picked up the round mirror. Just as he was about to straighten up, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed an old man sitting cross-legged beside a stone wall not far ahead.

The old man was wearing a gray sermon robe, with a broken dustpan on his head, with a haggard face, as if he was a mummified corpse.

"Ah!" Feng Qing was startled when she saw this.

At this time, the old man slowly opened his eyes, looked at Feng Qing, and asked: "Boy, how did you come here?"

Feng Qing was still holding a bunch of magic weapons that he had just picked up from the ground. When asked by the old man, he was a little embarrassed, and quickly put the magic weapons in his arms back on the ground, saying: "Sorry, I thought these magic weapons They are all ownerless."

The old man didn't even look at those magic weapons, he just stared at Feng Qing and asked again: "How did you get here?"

Feng Qing replied: "I was hunted down and came here by mistake!"

Hearing this, the old man took a closer look at Feng Qing, and then said: "Those things are indeed ownerless."

"Unowned? These aren't your old ones?"

The old man nodded.

Since it is really an ownerless thing, Feng Qing asked: "Then can I take it away?"

The old man shook his head again.

"No? Oh, then I won't bother you, take your leave!" Somewhat disappointed Feng Qing turned around and was about to leave. This place was full of weirdness, and he didn't want to stay here any longer.

The old man said suddenly: "Don't you want to know why there are so many unowned things here?"

Feng Qing, who was full of doubts, asked casually after hearing the words: "Yes, why are there so many magic weapons here?"

"Because I killed their owners!" The old man said casually, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

Feng Qing's face darkened, although he didn't feel the slightest killing intent from the opponent, but he secretly became alert.

In fact, from the very beginning, Feng Qing was very afraid of the old man, because he couldn't see clearly the luck pillar above the old man's head.This is not the first time Fengqing has encountered such a situation. He can't see clearly the luck pillar of Ying Wujin, so he knows that if he can't see the opponent's luck pillar clearly, it means that the strength of the opponent must be far beyond own.

The old man said: "Boy, let me ask you one last time, how did you get here?"

Feng Qing explained: "Senior, what I just said is the truth, I was indeed chased and killed, and I escaped here by mistake!"

The old man sighed faintly: "Oh, your fate is worrying!"

"He can see my Luck Pillar?!" Feng Qing was startled, and asked, "Why did senior say that!"

The old man replied: "You kid only has the cultivation base of the condensate stage, so you probably didn't come here to seize the treasure, but I can't let you go!"

"Treasure hunting?! Is this what you are talking about?" Feng Qing pointed to the magic weapons in a place, and then said: "It was true that I was reckless just now, but since the senior refused, I will never use these magic weapons Pay attention!"

"These are just rubbish!" After saying that, the old man waved his hand casually, and the top-quality magic weapons all over the floor were instantly reduced to dust.

"This..." Feng Qing was stunned for a moment.

"It's been 700 years, I've been here for 700 years, and now the treasure is about to appear, don't be careless!" The old man seemed to be talking to Feng Qing, and he seemed to be talking to himself.

Hearing this, Feng Qing somewhat understood.

This cave here should not be simple, maybe it is a place where a powerful magic weapon is about to appear, the old man in front of him must have figured this out, so he squatted here early, and beheaded the later treasure hunters one by one, so , Only then have the ownerless things in this land.

After making a rough guess, Feng Qing tentatively asked: "Senior, I don't even know what magic weapon exists in this world, and I don't pose any threat to you. You don't have to kill me, do you?"

The old man shook his head: "You kid, don't come early, don't come late. You came when the treasure is about to appear in the world. Maybe this treasure is destined for you. How can I let you go?"

Feng Qing is also having a hard time at the moment, the reason why he came here by mistake is because of the road led by the flying dragon fish, but he can't tell the truth about it, so he thought about it and said: " You can also see my cultivation base, how can I compete with you for treasure!"

The old man sighed: "God's will is unpredictable! If I don't kill you, maybe you will kill me. What is the strength of the moment!"

This time, Feng Qing finally understood that the reason why the pillar of luck was still black after he escaped Ying Wuzhen's pursuit was because his death was not Ying Wuzhen at all, but the broken man in front of him. The Nameless Old Man of the Dustpan...

(End of this chapter)