I! God level elementalist

When he thought about money, Qin Chuan's head got a little big.

Now, the elixirs on his body have been completely exhausted, and he only has a dozen gold coins left. He is completely poor.

The only valuable items left on him were two spiritual weapons and a Heavenly Thunder Seed. Of course, these were not for sale.

Therefore, Qinchuan can only rely on the pills distributed by the reserve guard camp every month to survive.

In fact, he also thought about going out to hunt some ferocious beasts and earn some money, but he has been busy in retreat and has not taken time to do so.

Unfortunately, according to the treasure map obtained from Liu Kun, the treasure location is far away in Tianshui City. It is too far away from here, and he cannot leave Shenyan City easily.

If not, he could go somewhere and see what good things are hidden there, and maybe he can get some money to spend.

What Qin Chuan lacks most now is money, and this is also the problem he is most eager to solve.

At the same time, outside Shenyan City, in a remote forest, two figures familiar to Qin Chuan appeared.

These two figures suddenly turned out to be the deputy chief instructor and Deacon Qin.

The breeze blows, and petals fall from the forest.

Watching the remaining flowers falling in the forest, the deputy chief instructor was in a trance, his thoughts wandering in memories.

In the same place, in the same season, the woman in white clothes was no longer there, leaving only painful memories for him.

One year spent similar, each year is different.

Time is like water, flowing slowly and unconsciously. How many people are drifting with the tide, and occasionally looking back, they realize that the days have gone so far.

Maybe it was the shadow in the sky that blocked the sunshine, but there was a sad smell in the air. It was so light that after tasting it for a long time, I felt a bit heartbroken.

If life is just like the first time we met, why should the autumn wind draw a fan sadly?

The beauty in dreams is always slowly dispersed by the hustle and bustle of the world. On the road of pursuit, dream seekers occasionally appear confused mysteries, unknown paths ahead, flowers slowly wither, and their faces fall all over the ground. , as if sad, slightly swollen

"Brother, do you miss her?"

Deacon Qin's voice woke the deputy chief instructor from his thoughts.

The deputy chief instructor smiled bitterly, and tears flashed in the corners of his eyes.

"Time is too thin, and the gaps between fingers are too wide. Thirteen years have passed before I know it, and Qin Chuan has also grown up."

"Ha ha!! Brother Feng, Ah Sheng, what are you talking about?"

But at this moment, another figure emerged from the woods, but it was Qin Yunlie.

"snort! Why are you so loud? Tell me, why did you ask us out?"

Deacon Qin glared at Qin Yunlie angrily.

"hey-hey!!"

Qin Yunlie laughed heartily and didn't care.

"Brother Feng, this is the secret message from the patriarch to you!"

The deputy chief instructor took the letter from Qin Yunlie's hand and read it carefully.

After a while, a faint look of surprise appeared on the deputy chief instructor's face.

"Brother, what did father say in the letter?"

"The father wants to meet his grandson!"

"What? Father, do you want to see Qin Chuan now?"

Deacon Qin was also a little surprised.

The deputy chief instructor looked into the distance and fell into deep thought. After a while, he said to himself

"My father's cultivation level can hardly be suppressed anymore, maybe it will be four years, maybe it will be five years. He will definitely break through to the eighth level."

Hearing this, Deacon Qin and Qin Yunlie both looked sad.

"yes! If the clan leader fails to control his cultivation and accidentally breaks through to the eighth level, he will explode and die... Hey!"

Qin Yunlie sighed helplessly.

"I think the patriarch wants to see his grandson whom he has never met before, probably because he doesn’t want to leave any regrets for himself!"

Children of the Qing family, without going through the Hualong Pond to activate the Qinglong bloodline in their bodies, will not live past the age of fifty, unless they can cultivate to the seventh level before the age of fifty. The seventh level is called 'Nirvana', and a warrior must reach it At the seventh level, the lifespan is no longer just a hundred years like normal people, but has transcended this limit, and the lifespan can reach five hundred years.

This is also the reason why the Qing family cultivated to the seventh level before they were fifty years old and can continue to live....................................