Volume 2 Whose Era Chapter 92: Uncle Master Knows the Current Situation
Wang Chen's spiritual sense has locked onto Pan Hua, and he can launch a thundering attack at any time.
Bang!
Pan Hua's face changed, he slapped the chair and stood up, his fat all over his body shaking.
“Bold!”
Do you know who I am?
"How dare a mere disciple of inheritance act so presumptuously in front of me? What's your attitude?!"
"Do you know that I am in charge of the entire sect's trials? Do you want to go to the restricted area or to the boundless sea?"
"Do you believe that I can instantly remove your sword lineage from the Qiankun Sword Sect?"
After the scolding, Pan Hua's eyes widened and his shout was like thunder, which, combined with his expression, made him look quite majestic, just like an official in the mortal world scolding his subordinates with the force of thunder.
If it were an ordinary disciple, he would probably be terrified and have cold sweats on his back.
"What a strong fart wind!"
With a cold snort, a figure flashed and Wang Chen slapped Pan Hua hard on the fat face.
"Pa." The slap was loud and crisp.
This fierce slap made Pan Hua spin half a circle in the air before he crawled on the ground in embarrassment, his fat body trembling.
The crisp sound made Wang Chen stunned. The contact between his palm and the fat face made such a crisp sound, which he had never heard before.
Then, he stepped hard on Pan Hua's fat face and said coldly :
"If you dare to say another word of nonsense, I will make sure your fat head and your body will be gone immediately."
Pan Hua was terrified. Although his subordinates were ordinary, he never thought that he, a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building, could not even withstand a single move from a disciple.
I didn't even see how the other person moved.
"No, no. Let's talk it over. I can definitely afford to buy my life. Junior brother, you may not know that I have a lot of Yuanling stones and magic weapons."
"More than you can imagine."
Pan Hua said hurriedly. He was very good at judging the situation and had already realized that the visitor had ill intentions. His attitude changed drastically in an instant.
"Here are all my possessions, they are all in here!"
Pan Hua fumbled around and took out two storage rings.
Wang Chen sucked it in from mid-air and probed it with his spiritual sense. He saw a large number of Yuanling Stones and various unfamiliar spiritual herbs and medicines. The most precious ones were the two inner cores of demon beasts. Although they were only at the middle stage of foundation building, the energy they contained was extremely rare, and there was a faint trace of dragon energy coming out of them.
"This is the Dragon Demon Pill." Wang Chen recognized the demon pill.
The Jiaolong is a rare monster, and the value of its monster pill cannot be determined by its cultivation level.
If it is refined together in the Immortal Refining Formation, it can even strengthen the body of the cultivator, achieving twice the result with half the effort.
"These two rings are only enough to buy two of your fingers. It seems that Elder Pan wants to take his property to the coffin." Wang Chen said lightly.
Although the wealth in these two rings is astonishing, how could Wang Chen believe it if he said it was all Pan Hua's property.
In fact, if he hadn't wanted to plunder this rich fat man, he would have killed him with a sword long ago.
"No, no, after my junior brother reminded me, I remembered it. Junior brother, don't mind it. Pan Hua said hurriedly, I will take you to where I put the treasure."
Pan Hua climbed up timidly, fearing that he would cause Wang Chen to misunderstand him, and slowly walked to the large mahogany chair where he always sat.
He changed several spells in his hands, and a wave of true energy flashed by. Then he saw that the ground under the big chair slowly opened to both sides, revealing a big hole.
A stone staircase winds down.
The rich spiritual energy within it could not be concealed in an instant, and it surged up, charming the eyes.
"Junior brother, please." Pan Hua's eyes flashed with pain.
The two of them filed in.
After walking up a few steps, various lights flashed before his eyes. When he reached the bottom, Wang Chen was secretly shocked.
Rows of large mahogany pavilions were neatly arranged like a library, filled with all kinds of magic weapons, flying swords, jade talismans, demon pills and inner armor.
If you don’t know, you might think you have arrived at the Qiankun Sword Sect’s treasure trove.
"Did you loot all this?" Wang Chen looked at Pan Hua with a strange look. When the latter heard the word loot, he was stunned for a moment, then nodded and bowed.
As long as he is alive, with his ability, he can still plunder more, but if he dies, these things will only be given to others.
Pan Hua is not the kind of person who values money over his life.
But even though he knew this, he still felt heartbroken when he saw Wang Chen putting the magic weapons into his pocket one by one.
Especially when he saw Jiang Yu searching while looking at him with inexplicable eyes.
His smile is uglier than crying
At this moment, I hate myself very much. Why do I have the habit of rewarding treasures?
Every night, he would spend half the night playing with various magic weapons and antiques, and the Qiankun Sword Sect was extremely safe, so he did not put most of the treasures into the storage ring, but just put them outside in a blatant manner.
Is there any justice in this world? Where is this place?
This is the Qiankun Sword Sect!
One of the top ten sects!
How dare someone rob here!
He originally thought that as long as he did not leave the sect, he would be safe. He never expected that someone would start robbing directly inside the sect.
"What is this?" Wang Chen was randomly throwing some priceless treasures into the storage ring, but suddenly picked up an iron plate from an inconspicuous corner and asked.
This thing was quite heavy in the hand, and there was an ancient immortal character written on it. Wang Chen recognized it as the word "Lin".
"This..." Pan Hua squinted his eyes and looked at it for a long time. "I remember now. This seems to be a tribute from a disciple... no, it was given to me. He said he found it in a cave on an isolated island overseas. It seems to have lost its magic power. I don't know what it is for. I just kept it because it is very old."
"Yeah." Wang Chen put away the iron plate without any hesitation.
Ancient immortal relics are extremely hard to find, and each one may have a rare and magical use.
"What is this?"
Wang Chen uncorked a jade bottle and looked at the red, boiling liquid inside and suddenly asked.
Although he appeared calm on the surface, his heart was in turmoil.
Because the liquid in this bottle is clearly one of the three items that Shi Mei of the Qionghua Sect took out as a reward when they were at the Immortal Sect ruins.
Although he didn't see it clearly at the time, and the amount of liquid in Shi Mei's hand was ten times that of this, how could something that could be compared with the blood of a true immortal be an ordinary thing?
"This?" Pan Hua seemed to be quite impressed by this thing, and said with a look of fear on his face: "It is said to be ghost blood."
"Nonsense, ghosts are invisible, how can they have blood? Don't you find that this name is a bit too perfunctory?"
Wang Chen said angrily.
"I don't know either, but this was given to me by a vein master. He claimed to have obtained it from an ancient tomb. At that time, he boasted that there was a giant tree in the tomb, and this bottle was found under the tree, and there was an evil ghost guarding it, so it was called ghost blood."
Pan Hua said fearfully:
"I once tried to let a spirit beast consume this blood, and the spirit beast exploded instantly. Junior brother, please don't consume it."
He knew that Wang Chen would not go to eat, but he still seized every opportunity to improve Wang Chen's favor and fight for a chance to escape.
Wang Chen stopped talking, and after a while, he finally emptied the treasure house.
Choke. Mu Ran pulled out a looted flying sword.
Wang Chen looked at it carefully.
The sword is crystal clear all over, with nine purple gems inlaid on the sword body. It has a purple aura, the blade is like purple frost, and the sword reflects autumn water.
In terms of sharpness and hardness, this sword is not inferior to the Six Paths Sword at all.
“Nice sword.”
The Six Paths Sword is indeed sharp, but it is not easy to hide multiple identities. This flying sword can be used to hide one's identity.
"A famous sword worthy of a hero."
"This Purple Dragon Spring is made from the bones of a demon beast from outer space, and it is just right for you, Junior Brother."
Pan Hua said respectfully, with an extremely ugly expression on his face. He didn't have time to feel sad for his beloved sword, but he was extremely afraid that the sword would cut his neck. This fear made him want to urinate.
"You're lucky!"
Bang. Pan Hua saw a flash of light before his eyes, and then it went dark, and he fell straight down.
Wang Chen flew out of the cave, restored the entrance, and then flew away.
Originally, asking Pan Hua to buy his life was just an excuse. He would inevitably kill him afterwards.
But who knew that Pan Hua actually had enough wealth to buy his life.
Moreover, there is a fat man who is good at plundering. If he comes to reap the harvest every few years, it is better than taking the dog's life.
