Secret Talent At The Beginning, Burning Corpses Can Make You Stronger

Needless to say, golden nanmu is used by the royal family and is extremely precious.

The dragon scale bamboo is even worse, it takes a hundred years for a bamboo to fully grow, it is as hard as iron, but feels like silk, no matter whether it is cold or hot, it does not feel cold.

The price is at least tens of thousands of taels of silver, and it is still the kind that has a price but no market.

In just one click, it was smashed into pieces by Qin He.

However, this effect is also leveraged.

With the strength and mana of nearly a thousand years, the dragon-scaled bamboo, which is comparable to gold and iron, can be crushed into powder, and the terrifying impact force, even the ninth-rank Hanba, is a little dazed when it is smashed.

With his head buried in the soil, he paused for a few breaths before moving and lifting it up.

At this moment, Qin He took a look?

As expected of a Ninth Grade Drought Demon, can he handle this?

Come again!

Without further ado, he turned around and picked up the drinking table, swung it round with a "bang", and hit Han Yan hard on the head again.

Good guy.

Hanba's head was buried in the soil again.

The stall owner's heart ached again.

Limewood table!

The value is still over ten thousand.

Inconspicuous is inconspicuous, but this material is genuine.

And this is just the beginning.

After finishing shaking the table, Qin He went to shake other things on the stall.

"Boom!"

A stool of Danyang wood.

It's worth five thousand taels.

This tree is only produced on the cliffs, and there is no shelter. It may be sun-dried until sunset, which is very rare.

"Boom!"

A wicker chair made of dracaena.

The value cannot be estimated.

Dragon Blood Vine is rumored to be a mutant vine that was born from the blood of flood dragons, and it can only grow in certain special terrains.

"Boom!"

A plaque of fire pattern jade.

Huowen jade is produced in the lava field, with fiery red lines on it, it is moist and not dry all year round.

Worth thousands of taels.

"Boom!"

Another stool of Danyang wood.

"Boom!"

Article 3.

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Anyway, as long as Han Ba ​​dared to lift his head from the soil, Qin He would definitely swing it back and shouted again, "Hit it!"

Anyway, they smashed whatever they got.

The effect was quite obvious. After smashing it more than a dozen times, Hanba not only lost his legs, but even his corpse claws couldn't be controlled.

After all, no matter how hard the head is, it can't withstand the sway of a thousand-year-old person with strength and Taoism.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

It was supposed to be a dangerous battle. First, Han Yan beat his head to the ground twice, and then slid into an unimaginable corner in an inexplicable style under the appearance of this "warrior".

Even make them doubt,

The one who was beaten was really... Ninth Grade Hanba?

The contrast was so great that they were at a loss as to what to do. They just watched Qin He busying himself in such a dazed manner.

Seeing Qin He raised another stool, some people couldn't stand it anymore.

who?

stall owner!

As the sixth master of Lingyunguan, Yin Bailiang has no other hobbies, but likes collecting furniture, the more exotic wood he likes the more.

After wandering for four years, fighting countless monsters, the furniture on the wine stand looks ordinary, but in fact, every piece is a priceless treasure, which he accumulated little by little.

Even the big iron pot for warming the wine was made of meteoric iron.

Qin He's smashing technique, no matter how calm he was, he couldn't take it anymore.

Meow, it's not your property and you don't feel bad about it.

If you don't stop him, the Taoist priest will have to go back to Yun Youqian overnight.

"Hold on, benefactor!"

Yin Bailiang hastily stopped Qin He, stretched out his hand to grab the stool that the latter raised high, and said, "Using weapons to fight, smashing furniture is not advisable."

Qin He paused, weapon?

Yes, the big shovel, or the big shovel with the essence of black iron, is very vigorous when you swing it.

But the problem is, if this big shovel is used, it will be exposed immediately.

There are too many acquaintances here to use.

Using the identity of the first disciple of the Great Immortal Qingniu, I can no longer hide it.

Although there are many trumpets in this Daxian, none of them are superfluous.

So Qin He shook his head directly: "I don't have a weapon~"

Yin Bailiang was speechless, thinking that you don't even have weapons, how did you mess with this land god, and hurriedly said: "We will have weapons, but you can't use furniture as weapons."

"Can't use furniture?" Qin He was stunned for a moment, thinking that you are a petty person, and you can't bear to part with a few pieces of old and worn furniture.

Just now you received more than a thousand taels of silver.

"No!" Yin Bailiang firmly shook his head.

"Okay, then no furniture." Qin He nodded helplessly, put down the stool and returned it to Yin Bailiang.

Yin Bailiang took it, and hurriedly put it away, lest Qin He would grab it and defeat him again.

However, just as he put down the stool, he heard a loud "bang", and the ground under his feet jumped.

Yin Bailiang turned around, only to see a black "hood" covering the head that Hanba had just pulled out, from head to neck, it was a perfect match.

Through the hood, you can clearly distinguish Hanba's appearance, head is head, face is face, teeth are teeth, and the fit is good or bad.

Looking closely at the dark part, it was obviously a puddle of ashes from the bottom of the pot.

On the stove, the meteorite iron cauldron that warmed the wine had disappeared.

It was astonishing that the meteorite iron cauldron was smashed on the head of Hanba by Qin He, and it was formed in one blow.

Everyone: "..."

Silver hundred taels: "..."

"This is not furniture, this is kitchenware!" Seeing Yin Bailiang's twitching expression, Qin He emphasized while pointing at the formed hood.

Yin Bailiang suddenly had ten thousand voices in his heart, "WuLiang you are a great heavenly deity" and didn't know who to greet.

But things have come to this point, and I can only admit it with my nose pinched.

Who made them land gods.

Hurry up, if you don't hold up the drought, I'm afraid this furniture will have to be smashed again.

So Yin Bailiang pointed at Hanba and shouted: "What are you doing in a daze, hit it!!"