Yun Haitian sighed slightly and handed the Dragon King Armor back to An Qisheng:

"This thing should still be kept in the hands of Brother Dao. If others get it, it will be a disaster..."

The choice of the master of the divine weapons of heaven and man is not a destiny person. Even if the divine weapons are in hand, they cannot exert any magical features, and it is even more impossible to obtain the inheritance of the divine weapons.

It will even attract endless greedy people and start a martial arts catastrophe.

"There is no way to good fortune and fortune, only people will bring it to you."

An Qisheng threw it casually and hung the Dragon King armor on the red horse's neck.

This action has attracted many people in the martial arts world to rush forward and snatch the Dragon King Armor away.

However, what responded to them was the sound of the red horse's sniff.

Until one man and one horse entered the Chivalrous Sect, no one dared to take action.

It was only a few hundred feet short, but it seemed like a vast abyss, blocking them.

A quiet backyard, under an old tree.

An Qisheng sat opposite Yun Haitian, and his disciples came to pour tea.

The tea fragrance is faint.

"Brother Dao is so hungry, sooner or later someone will be unable to help but take action."

Yun Haitian couldn't help but say.

Even if An Qisheng has a great reputation, someone will take action sooner or later if he continues to tempt like this.

"There are people who are obsessed with profit and desire, and there are no regrets when they die."

An Qisheng didn't care, so he picked up the tea and took a sip:

"There are many people who have attracted along the way, and there are more beasts. If you dare to take action, you will be buried together."

"Brother Dao is too murderous."

Yun Haitian could only shake his head.

All the great masters who have established sects have rarely attacked ordinary martial arts people. They usually hold their own identities and are unwilling to attack too many hatreds. After all, disciples of disciples will also have to travel around the world in the future.

There are not many lonely people in the world.

"Brother Yun doesn't have to persuade me."

An Qisheng put down the teacup and did not talk about it anymore. Instead, he said, "I have gained a lot after two years of separation, so I can try to heal Brother Yun."

"Healing?"

Yun Haitian's hands were very stable. He took a sip of tea slowly, and after putting down the tea cup, he still couldn't help but tremble.

He was injured.

The injury was caused by the Chi Lian Dharma King when he was alone in the Six Prisons Mountain decades ago.

It is the wound of "God".

It was because of this that he was injured and cut off his path to his divine veins.

Although he is calm in nature, as a warrior, he naturally cannot be without a trace of regret as he has no chance of going further.

If others said this, he might not care about it, but the person who spoke was An Qisheng, the first person today, a living martial arts legend!

"Good, healing."

An Qisheng nodded slightly.

The wounds of the sea of ​​clouds and sky are in the body of "God" and not in the body. They are not medicines and stones to cure. Even he is not sure until now.

Of course, for him.

As long as you have a little confidence, you can still achieve 10, but you just try it a few times when you fall in your dreams.

Yun Haitian breathed slowly:

"I dare to ask Brother Dao, what method should I use to cure my injuries?"

An Qisheng tapped the stone table lightly, and his voice enveloped the entire courtyard with a crisp sound of knocking:
Chapter completed!