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Chapter 347 The Ferryman (fourth update)

"Senior!?" Qin Yu was taken aback, his expression became strange.

"It's too exaggerated, do I look like a senior?"

The red-robed man froze, and said with a dry smile: "Senior's appearance is naturally a handsome young man facing the wind, but this method cannot be hidden. Can't keep the stars."

When Qin Yu heard this, he couldn't help laughing: "Although your strength is mediocre, your skills in flattering are superb."

"Senior was joking, but this junior speaks from the bottom of his heart, like senior..."

"Okay." Qin Yu raised his hand and stopped him: "I don't need to say New Year's greetings, let me ask you, you are a disciple of Tianfu Mountain."

The red-robed man hurriedly nodded, and replied: "Ming Hao, junior, is a disciple of Jinlin from Tianfu Mountain."

"Jinlin disciple? What do you mean?" Qin Yu couldn't help asking out of curiosity.

Minghao thought for a while before he said: "In Tianfu Mountain, all newly awakened people will use the dragon scale as a mark, and turn them into different levels. Those below the fusion level are Qinglin disciples."

"Fusion level, or those whose cross-boundary combat power has also reached this level, are the disciples of the Golden Scale."

"Further up..." Ming Hao paused for a while, but did not continue.

"What's the next step? Go ahead." Qin Yu said coldly.

Hearing the words, Ming Hao shuddered, and hurriedly said: "Further up is disciple Ni Lin."

"What do you mean?"

"Those who are awarded the rank of reverse scale are a bunch of evildoers. Although they are just awakened, they have the strength to rival the true awakening. Some of them can even save their lives in front of domain-level powerhouses. It's really scary." Ming Hao thought When he got up, he felt terrified, with lingering fear in his eyes, as if he had suffered a great loss at the hands of the so-called Ni Lin disciple.

"Oh!?" Qin Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, but his heart was full of waves.

It's no wonder that even the Holy Ancestor is so fond of Tianfu Mountain. Sure enough, there are so many masters in Hidden Dragon and Crouching Tiger. Among them, the top ones are probably not far behind Qin Yu, or even surpassed.

"How is your strength among the Jinlin disciples?" Qin Yu asked.

Ming Hao smiled awkwardly, pointed to his shoulder and said, "Senior, look at this."

Qin Yu looked over and saw that there were two pieces of golden scales embroidered there, dazzling in brilliance. I don't know what kind of material they used, exuding a strong breath of life.

"In Tianfu Mountain, although all newly awakened people are divided into three levels, in order to distinguish their strengths more carefully, each level is divided into five levels."

"For example, I am only a second-tier Jinlin. Among many Jinlin disciples, I can only be regarded as middle-class and low-class. If I meet a fifth-tier Jinlin, it is basically a matter of two or three tricks." Ming Hao was also frank, directly Supported the bottom.

"The level is so high!?" Qin Yu was slightly moved. Although Minghao was like a chicken and a dog in front of him, it was because he met him.

Just this strength alone, if it is outside, among all the fusion-level masters Qin Yu has seen, he will definitely be able to squeeze into the top five.

But even so, among the many Jinlin disciples in Tianfu Mountain, they only got the second best?
Seeing that Qin Yu didn't speak, Ming Hao was startled, and hurriedly said: "Senior, what I said is true. Although the Five Armored Golden Scale is not as strong as breaking the sky, it has the means to save life, and it is only one step away. To achieve Ni Lin, I am naturally no match."

"Understood." Qin Yu nodded, and when he raised his hand, Minghao's body relaxed, and he felt no pressure in his whole body, as if a mountain had been removed from his body, and he was indescribably comfortable.

"Thank you, Senior, for your mercy."

"Stop talking nonsense, quickly take me to Tianfu Mountain."

"Tianaxe Mountain!?" Ming Hao was stunned, with a confused look on his face: "Senior, we don't know something, our Tianaxe Mountain is very special, let alone outsiders, even if we look for it, we won't be able to find it."

"Even as disciples like us, every time we come out, we are granted a mark. Only when we inspire ourselves can we go back, and the time of each mark is limited."

"I heard that there were some disciples who couldn't go back for the rest of their lives because they missed the time and their imprints became invalid."

"There is such a thing?" Qin Yu didn't believe it.

His divine sense was like a sword, piercing into Ming Hao's sea of ​​consciousness, he saw the imprint of a golden hatchet, this imprint was fused with Ming Hao's soul, only the resonance between the two could be triggered,

Moreover, the energy of this imprint dissipates at a speed visible to the naked eye, that is to say, before it completely disappears, if it is not touched, this imprint will be useless.

"Sure enough, you didn't lie to me."

Qin Yu frowned, Tianfu Mountain was too mysterious this time, and he was so cautious with his disciples.

"Senior!?" Ming Hao asked tentatively. Seeing Qin Yu's sudden silence, he felt a drum in his heart. He was afraid that if he said something wrong, it would bring about disaster.

rumbling...

A sound of thunder resounded, Qin Yu's figure flickered like lightning, and disappeared in place.

The black water was turbulent and the waves were choppy. Minghao looked around, but there was no figure at all, and he was scared out of his wits. It took him a long time before he heaved a sigh of relief.

"My mother, I really saved my life." He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said tremblingly.

Not long after, a group of people flew from the sky.

"Senior brother Minghao, why are you here?" A sweet-looking woman said softly.

Everyone looked at the corpses in the river, and frowned at the smell of blood. It was obvious that a big battle had just happened here, and it was extremely fierce.

"What just happened?" someone asked.

Ming Hao shook his head, the lingering fear still in his eyes: "I... I just... ran into a monster."

……

After Qin Yu left, he found a place to sacrifice the Black Gold Dragon Pattern Knife, and fused and devoured the spoils he had just obtained.

After half a day, the fusion was completed, but Qin Yu was crying.

After all, he still underestimated the appetite of this ghost knife. After eating 46 drops of ancestral blood, it has not yet evolved to a fourth-order elemental weapon.

Although the light of the knife became sharper, there was no substantial change.

"Damn it, how much does it take to eat?" Qin Yu couldn't help cursing, this is simply a bottomless pit.

"I don't have a clue about Tianfu Mountain. I don't even know how long it will take to refine a knife. Could it be that my luck has run out?" Qin Yu took out the golden ax bestowed by the ancestor.

He originally thought it was a token of entering Tianaxe Mountain, but who would have thought that after being in the Death Swamp for so long, this shit didn't react at all.

"Why don't you go back and ask?" Qin Yu thought to himself.

clap la la...

At this moment, the sound of turbulent river water came, and Qin Yu subconsciously looked up.

On the long river, a black bone boat emerged, and a black figure stood on it, waving its oars, and slowly driving towards him.

"Ferryman!?" Qin Yu's pupils suddenly shrank, and his whole complexion changed.

(End of this chapter)