"It's actually a bottomless treasure ship, it's incredible," Murong Sheng and everyone present were moved. "It seems that Brother Qin won the bet this time." Murong Sheng didn't care about the 100,000 yuan air stone, took out a storage bag from the storage bag and threw it to Qin Yun.

Qin Yun did not refuse. This was a bet, so he naturally had to take it if he won. He took the storage bag and didn't even look at it, so he put it away.[]

"Brother Qin won't take a look? What if the air stone is less than 100,000 yuan?" Murong Sheng teased, with a smile on his face.

"If the core disciples of Cangshan Sect don't keep their word, then who else can I believe? I believe that Brother Murong's reputation is much more valuable than the 100,000-yuan Qishishi." Qin Yun knew that Murong Sheng was teasing him, and he didn't mind. He felt that Murong Sheng was a man with some scheming and ambition, but his work was open and honest, and worth making friends. In the future, he might be able to help a lot.

Qin Yun looked at the bottomless ship. The whole ship was as dark as iron, and the bow was tied with iron chains. The most obvious thing was that there was no bottom of the ship. I don’t know why it could lie on the river surface, and no drop of water had yet to seep in the cabin. The bottomless ship was not big, and it was estimated that it could only accommodate a dozen people. It was almost impossible for them to ride on it together.

Sure enough, as Qin Yun guessed, the old and weak old man stood at the bow of the boat at some point and pointed at the monks on the shore. The monks felt like a mountain was pressing down on the heart, making people breathless, and they seemed to have turned into mortals all at once, looking up at the gods. This was a momentum, like a great way, and the old man glared at him, as if the sky had collapsed.

"From the time when you see this ship, everything involves the ancient secret. You must not reveal any of it after you go out." The old man at the bow of the ship did not speak, but his voice sounded in Qin Yun's mind, and every word turned into a talisman, which was imprinted in his mind, making him dare not disobey. If disobeyed, these talismans would destroy his soul and prevent him from being reborn forever.

Under such mysterious magic, no one dared to disobey the old man's words. Now these people know why the seniors in the sect were able to give guidance on the previous path, but they did not mention the subsequent path, and they must have been subject to the same constraints.

The old man smiled with satisfaction. How dare these juniors go against his will? "Now the people I have chosen to cross the river with my first batch, and the others are waiting." He pointed at the monks on the shore one by one, pointing at eleven monks in a row, "You guys get on the boat first, I'll take you to the other side. After you arrive on the other side, you can go out directly into the teleportation array."

These eleven monks responded and did not dare to violate the old man's instructions at all. They walked onto the bottomless ship one by one. After they stepped onto the boat, they realized that the bottomless ship seemed to have no bottom, but there was an invisible force covering the bottom of the boat and preventing them from sinking.

"You guys are waiting on the shore, I'll go back." The old man ordered, and used his hands to make magic tricks, silently. The seemingly heavy bottomless boat under his feet suddenly moved, and he quickly moved on the calm Nai River. Within half a stick of incense, he disappeared on the other side of the river bank. Only seven people on the shore were left. In addition to the three ghost swords who arrived first, Qin Yun and the others' lineup was only him and Murong Sheng. On the contrary, the original five people of Mo Cangsheng and the others were now three, one more than Qin Yun and the others.

"What choice did he choose? This ship can only ride ten people, but eleven people seem a little crowded. Why did he choose eleven people in the first batch instead of dividing us into two groups? Isn't that better?" Murong Sheng secretly sent a message to Qin Yun. He felt that there seemed to be something strange in this choice, but he couldn't see through this weirdness.

Qin Yun nodded, and he was also thinking about what the old man chose, looking around at the remaining people, all of whom were in the Wind-Restoring Stage. "Did the old man choose based on his cultivation?" But he quickly denied this speculation. Six of the seven people left behind were in the Wind-Restoring Stage, but only he was not. Even in his heyday, he only had the early stage of the Grain God, and now he only had the late stage of the Foundation Establishment, and is still changing at all times.

"Is it relying on combat power?" Murong Sheng sent a message to ask his guess. After all, the people present were elite disciples of the sect. Murong Sheng, Ghost Shadow Sword, and Mo Cangsheng were even the third-class players of the Nine Domain Contest. Although Qin Yun seemed to have only the cultivation level of the late foundation building stage, Murong Sheng had seen Qin Yun's attack on the Mother Rat King's first monster in the Xuanpin stage. Even if he was in the late stage of Yufeng, he might not be able to stop the Thick Rat King's claw.

"No." Qin Yun quickly denied Murong Sheng's inference: "Although the people present had strong combat power, the old man might have observed the battle of the monks entering this place through some method, the combat power of the eleven monks left was not weak, and some people even hid a powerful backup plan. The old man could not know these situations.

In fact, they didn't know that all the eleven people who left were monks who used magic power to resist the Nai River during the time when the old man tested his mind. In the eyes of everyone, this method was a bit too far. But in the eyes of the old man, those who were unwilling to use their bodies to feel the way of nature can only leave for one way, and who is the criterion of evaluation is in his hands.

"Why haven't I seen what sect you are?" Mo Cangsheng came to Qin Yun and asked loudly, extremely arrogant. His eyes were full of murderous intent when he looked at Qin Yun. He felt a trace of the breath his uncle showed him from Qin Yun. Everyone in this breath was the murderer who killed his junior brother. There were ten people on Qin Yun and the others before, far exceeding their side. Now there are only Murong Sheng and Qin Yun. Qin Yun only seems to be in the late stage of foundation building, which is two levels lower than him. Naturally, he asked unscrupulously. The two behind him sneered.

"Mo Cangsheng, what kind of attitude do you have, you are qualified to question Brother Qin?" Before Qin Yun could speak, Murong Sheng stood up. No one in the top three in the Nine Domain Contest was convinced. The ghost sword was fine, but Mo Cangsheng was against him in everything and now he is here to trouble Qin Yun again. He thought Mo Cangsheng was deliberately trying to find fault.

The three ghost swords were watching coldly. Qin Yun had only the late stage of foundation building cultivation. He had already seen it. Now he wanted to see what Murong Sheng would do when his side was at a disadvantage.
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