South of the Southern Territory, outside Qingshan Village. A middle-aged monk, holding an eight-treasure compass, walked around the outskirts of Qingshan Village. "It's strange. The luck in this place is so great that the rays of light are rising. There must be a peerless treasure. But why does it always turn back to the same place?" He has been wandering around this place for more than two months, but he has been unable to uncover the secrets of this place. It's as if this place has reached the end of the world and can no longer move forward, only retreat. If it were just an ordinary thing, forget it, but he was lucky enough to get the eight-treasure compass in his hand from the Taixu Forbidden Abyss. This compass is very miraculous. It can be used to observe people's luck, explore geomantic treasures, and even search for treasures and tombs. It is an incredible secret treasure. Originally, after obtaining this treasure, he should have fled away from the Southern Territory, but he accidentally discovered this place. The glow was faint, and luck transformed into a dragon. The majestic momentum made him firmly believe that there must be a big tomb here! "No, I've been looking for a while and just left like this. I won't accept it!"
The middle-aged monk secretly gritted his teeth and was about to continue searching. At this moment, a scholar came from afar riding on a cloud beast. … "Is it around here?" Seeing the Cloud-Stepping Beast that had stopped, Shuhan turned over and landed on the ground, bowing. "Thank you for sending me. You can go find your master on your own. I will definitely deliver his things." Although Su Zian gave him this cloud-walking beast, the gift was too heavy and he couldn't accept it. The Cloud-Stepping Beast snorted, turned around, climbed into the sky, and disappeared into the clouds and mist soon after. "The direction guided by the teacher is just ahead, it shouldn't be far." After seeing off the Cloud-Stepping Beast, Shuhan looked into the distance with expectation. "I'm going to meet my junior brother soon. I have to look like a senior brother." Thinking of this, he waved his hand gently, and all the dust on his body disappeared. After sorting it out carefully, he stepped forward. "At such a young age, he is already in the fourth realm, and he is still riding the second young master of the Su family's cloud-walking beast." "Could he have known this place for a long time and been able to get in?" The middle-aged monk hid in the darkness and looked at Shuhan in front of him, with a strange color flashing in his eyes. He restrained his breath and followed closely calmly. Although this little monk's cultivation level is good, the other party will definitely not be able to detect it given that he is a big difference in level. Shuhan did not doubt that he was there and moved forward slowly, and soon came to the boundary of Qingshan Village. He didn't seem to notice anything different. As he stepped forward, the barrier rippled like water waves, and a portal suddenly opened.
Shuhan glanced behind him, curled his lips secretly, and strode in. Uh-huh! At the moment when the barrier was about to close, the middle-aged monk saw the opportunity and entered the barrier quickly. "Hahahaha, God help me!" After stepping into the barrier, the middle-aged monk could no longer hide himself and couldn't help laughing excitedly. But he didn't notice that the moment he entered the barrier, the eyes of Su Nan, Li Qingchen, Yeshu, and everyone in Qingshan Village were all looking here at the same time. "Teacher, I am no match for this person. I can only lure him here and let the teacher help." Shuhan, who had already noticed Li Qingchen's aura, shrugged helplessly and said. "Slippery, don't worry about him, just come to the bookstore on your own." Li Qingchen's smiling tone rang in his ears, and Shuhan also smiled and nodded. "Little guy, thank you very much. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be able to get into this place!" The middle-aged monk laughed and looked at Shuhan, his eyes flashing dangerously. "Tell me, how should I thank you?" Now that he has arrived, this person is of no use. He had just scanned the entire green mountain with his spiritual sense and found that there were only a few young people with good cultivation. As for the others, they were just some ordinary villagers and a teacher, so there was nothing to worry about. Since there is no threat, then of course we have to monopolize this treasure land. Do we have to share it equally with a few boys? Before Shuhan could say anything, an old man who had just returned from the fields walked towards here carrying a hoe. "Hey, we haven't seen outsiders for a long time." The old man held the hoe with one hand and looked at the two people with a smile. "I hope my father-in-law won't be surprised when he comes to visit me unexpectedly." Shuhan hurriedly saluted with respect on his face. He still remembered the teacher saying that no matter who you meet in the village, you should be respectful. Although I don’t know why, what the teacher said is definitely correct. "Haha, good boy, go and play, don't worry about it here." The old man smiled and waved his hand. "this" Shuhan looked hesitant. The person next to him was not a kind person. If he hurt the villagers, it would be troublesome.
"Leave? I let you." The middle-aged monk had a sneer on his face, but before he finished speaking, the old man glanced at him with a smile. boom! The middle-aged monk was struck by thunder and stood frozen on the spot. A domineering figure that seemed to burst his consciousness looked down at him like an ant. "Great. Great Sage!" The middle-aged monk looked at the old man, his face suddenly filled with fear, and cold sweat suddenly fell from his forehead. He never expected that the old man who looked like a peasant in front of him was actually a great saint! "What a joke are you joking about riding a horse!" "A great sage actually farms in this place?" The middle-aged monk did not dare to move. He stood trembling and looked at the old man as if begging for mercy. Shuhan on the side seemed to have noticed something, and bowed to the old man again, and then trotted straight to the bookstore. "Senior, I know I'm wrong. I'm leaving now and will never set foot here again!" As soon as Shuhan left, the middle-aged cultivator knelt on the ground and kowtowed like crazy for mercy. "You've been wandering outside for a long time. I didn't want to bother with you, but you actually came in." The old man shook his head, "I've seen many people seeking death, but this is the first time that the Quasi-Emperor's barrier can't stop someone from dying." The middle-aged cultivator's heart trembled again when he heard this. He didn't expect that what blocked him was not the formation to bury the treasure, but the barrier, and it was the barrier laid by the Quasi-Emperor! Thinking that he had to risk his life to come to this place, the middle-aged cultivator almost cried. No wonder this place is faintly glowing and has a dragon-like luck. That's because a large number of strong people have gathered here! Just now, he swept his spiritual sense over, and the reason why he only saw a few young people with good cultivation was because he couldn't see through the cultivation of others! "Excuse me. Senior, why do you, a great saint, want to farm here?" The middle-aged cultivator was completely disappointed, but he couldn't help asking. "Farming?" The old man smiled and pointed to Su Changqing's house in the distance, "Do you see the man chopping wood?" The middle-aged cultivator looked at him and nodded. In his eyes, he was just a simple farmer. "He is at the Quasi-Emperor level." The middle-aged cultivator trembled all over, his eyes showed disbelief.
"Well, he is still at the peak of Quasi-Emperor." The middle-aged man opened his mouth and made a hoarse sound, but couldn't speak. The old man pointed to the book house at the foot of the green mountain, "Did you see the scholar who teaches?" The middle-aged cultivator nodded woodenly. "That is also a Quasi-Emperor, the contemporary Ruxian, Li Qingchen." "Well, the little guy you just wanted to kill is the third disciple of Ruxian." The middle-aged cultivator was stunned, and his eyes were scattered with fear. It was not until this time that he realized how powerful he was. He had the intention to kill Ruxian's disciples, and his spiritual consciousness swept through the two quasi-emperors and a group of saints and kings. "Do you still think it is unbelievable that a great sage farms?" The old man looked at the middle-aged monk jokingly. "I don't understand." The middle-aged monk looked at the old man blankly, "The quasi-emperor chops wood, Ruxian teaches, and the great sage hoes the land. What is your purpose?" "Purpose." The old man smiled when he heard it, looked at the increasingly extraordinary boy in the study, and chuckled: "Raise a dragon."