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When the black smoke dissipated, Qin Hai and Old Man Zhao came back to Liao Hu's side. Liao Hu looked like an old man on the verge of death.

Qin Hai squatted down in front of Liao Hu and asked, "Who was it that made you set up the Five Elements Siege Formation?"

Liao Hu's dark and gloomy eyes suddenly lit up, he then struggled to open his mouth and stuttered, "Yes …. It's Han Jingsong from the Korea Group. "

Right after he said those words, Liao Hu closed his eyes and tilted his head to the side.

Qin Hai touched Liao Hu's neck. Liao Hu's breath was cut off, and his heart meridian was completely gone. He was as dead as he could ever be. "Wuwuwu, wuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuu …"

Looking at the dead Liao Hu, Old Man Zhao sighed and shook his head, saying, "One step was wrong, and every step was wrong. Actually, Master was very upset when he kicked you out of the sect. If you were to sincerely repent and change your mind, your Master might not have given you another chance, so how would you end up in such a state? "

Shaking his head, old man Zhao took out a bottle from the pocket he carried with him and sprinkled the oil from the bottle onto Liao Hu's body. Then, he lit a match and threw it on Liao Hu's body.

The raging fire engulfed Liao Hu in an instant, turning him into ashes within minutes. Old Man Zhao used a piece of cloth to collect all the ashes, knotting it up and putting it into his cloth pocket.

Old man Zhao's gaze swept across the peach wood sword and the book. He didn't extend his hand to catch them, but said, "Master Qin, you should keep these things first."

Qin Hai looked at Old Man Zhao in surprise. Could it be that this old man was unwilling to give up and wanted to trick him into going to Mao Mountain Sect to become a Daoist?

Old man Zhao seemed to be able to read Qin Hai's mind and explained, "Master Qin, our Mao Mountain Sect has been around for thousands of years. Although it has been in decline for a long time, this peach wood sword and this half of the Yin Yang Scripture are both rare treasures. According to my master, it is a rare high-grade yellow-rank magic tool. Not only is it able to restrain all kinds of evil things, its ancestor also once said that if its strength is sufficient, it can control him to fly in the air. It is very magical. "

"Magic tool?" This was the first time he had heard such a thing.

Old man Zhao seemed unwilling to talk more. "The introduction of magic tools is very detailed. You'll understand after reading the first half of the Book of Yin and Yang." Master Qin, you and the Mao Mountain Sect are fated. Not only do I hope that you can accept the peach wood sword and the Yin Yang Scripture, I also hope that you can take on a disciple in place of the ancestor master.

"Accepting a disciple in the place of grandteacher?" Qin Hai's mind was in a mess. What was this Old Man Zhao up to? Could it be that Liao Hu had already taken a bite and infected him into turning him into a corpse puppet?

However, Old Man Zhao's eyes were clear and his expression was normal. He didn't seem to have lost his mind.

Old man Zhao continued to explain, "Master Qin, I am not lying to you. In fact, after the thirty-eighth disciple of Mao Mountain, and the first half of the Yin Yang Scripture, disappeared together, our Mao Mountain Sect lost its core inheritance. But you saw just now, the price is extremely high. Every time I use it, the person who cast it will have their lifespan shortened by three to five years, and the power it can unleash is not even one percent of its peak during that year. That's why my ancestor left behind a will before he ascended to the Immortal Realm. Whoever can control the peach wood sword again will be willing to take it as their disciple. "

Old man Zhao said with certainty, "There must be a connection. The peach wood sword is not an ordinary magical equipment, it is the Mao Mountain Sect's treasure. If it has no relation with our Mao Mountain Sect, no matter how strong we are, we can't activate the peach wood sword.

"This …"

Old Man Zhao continued, "Master Qin, please be at ease. Even if you join the Mao Mountain Sect, you don't have to do anything for it. As long as you meet a suitable candidate in the future and pass down the Tao technique of the Mao Mountain Sect, we will absolutely not disturb you unless it is a matter of life and death!"

Qin Hai hesitated for a moment. Although he didn't want to get involved with the Maoshan Taoist who specialized in catching ghosts in movies and TV dramas, things had already come to this point. He had even obtained the treasures of the Maoshan Taoist, and since he was reluctant to return it to the Maoshan Taoist, he could only nod and agree.

No matter what, not doing things could bring about great benefits. It was not easy to find such a good thing, so Qin Hai would not foolishly reject it.

Old Man Zhao was overjoyed. He kneeled down in front of Qin Hai, giving him a fright. He quickly stopped Old Man Zhao, "Master Zhao, what are you doing? Get up!"

However, old man Zhao stubbornly wanted to continue kneeling in front of Qin Hai, saying at the same time, "Master Qin, I'm taking in a disciple in place of grandmaster, so from now on, you're my martial uncle. As a junior, I'll definitely kowtow!"

Bang bang bang!

The three kowtows were very firm.

Qin Hai didn't know whether to laugh or cry. What the hell was going on? Within the blink of an eye, Old Man Zhao, who was dozens of years old, became his junior.

Looking at the peach wood sword and the half volume of the Yin Yang Scripture in his hand, Qin Hai shook his head with a wry smile. He then led Old Man Zhao towards the exit of the underground parking lot.

(End of chapter)