At night, the backyard of Vientiane Building was silent.

Inside the house.

"I showed my skills in the evening. I guess ordinary little thieves don't have the courage to snatch the Ten Thousand Years of Cold Iron." Teng Qingshan washed his face, then hissed the bed and pulled off a strip of cloth. "Prevent the guy who is a little greedy and unhooked and doesn't open his eyes to come over, so I'd better prepare for it."

Push your feet and activate your internal strength.

Whoosh!

Teng Qingshan went up to the beam, wiped off the dust from the beam with a cloth strip, and threw the cloth strip into the ground. Teng Qingshan was wearing clothes and lay on the beam, closing his eyes and resting.

Perhaps it was really shocked by Teng Qingshan's performance in the evening. No one came to disturb Teng Qingshan this night. Teng Qingshan closed his eyes until it was dawn, and there were bursts of shouts outside the room. Teng Qingshan then opened his eyes, jumped down, and landed on the ground.

"Sleep comfortably." Teng Qingshan kicked the dirty strip of cloth into the bed, then wiped his face with a wet towel, held the sword, wrapped it on his back, and walked out of the house.

In the empty courtyard, the young men and women were practicing sword skills.

When those young men and women saw Teng Qingshan, they couldn't help being a little restrained. When dealing with ordinary people, they were self-controlled and their attitude was naturally a bit arrogant. But in front of Teng Qingshan... they could not take a single move. They took out the ten thousand-year-old cold iron, and this courage also made these men and women envious.

"Brother Qin Lang, did you have a good rest last night?" The poster Huo Yan also came over and greeted him with a smile.

"It's okay." Teng Qingshan smiled faintly, "By the way, the goods I want will not arrive until noon. Then I'll go out for a while and wait until afternoon, and I'll come again."

"Okay." Huo Yan nodded.

Then Teng Qingshan walked out of the backyard door of the Wanxiang Gate.

"Uncle Master." A young girl in green came over and asked curiously, "Where is this Qin Lang coming from? Yesterday, he actually bounced the swords of senior brother and senior sister Lu with his fingers! Just ten years ago, the master came to us. I have seen the master use the method of flying sharp swords with a snap of his fingers."

The other brothers and sisters also leaned over. In their eyes, Teng Qingshan was a mystery.

Huo Yan said suangly: "Qin Lang is a real warrior who has been exploring the world and honing his sword skills between life and death. You learn sword skills, all of you learn from your predecessors. You don't understand the real power of every move in swordsmanship! And Qin Lang, who is a person who honed sword skills between life and death, is a truly terrible warrior. Moreover, his internal strength is also extremely strong! You may have reached the peak of acquired life and death if you dare to use your fingers to splash your sword."

The brothers looked at each other.

"Look at that Qin Lang, who looks very young and has such strong internal strength? I guess his master is also very powerful. The secrets he learned are at least human-level secrets, or even earth-level secrets!" The elder brother exclaimed in a low voice, "I wish we could learn this secrets as well."

A group of young people around him nodded.

They are just the most peripheral disciples of the Wanxiang Sect, and they are also learning the secrets for introductory internal strength. The speed of refining internal strength is relatively slow.

"Hmph, internal strength is the foundation! The secret code of internal strength is good, but this method of killing and eyesight can be cultivated." Huo Yan snorted coldly and glanced at the group of young people, "I always feel that it is shallow when I study on paper. Even if Qin Lang has the same internal strength as you, he can easily kill you all. This is experience, eyesight, and the so-called difference in realm!"

Huo Yan, a veteran who has been exploring the world, knows very well.

All true masters have been tempered and have their own understanding. The same swordsmanship, which is used by different people, differs greatly in power.

"Hmph, when you really go to escort the goods and go around the world and experience it, you will understand." Huo Yan said indifferently, "Hurry up and have breakfast, and you will open the door to welcome guests later."

"Yes, uncle."

...

Da! Da! Da! Da!

The horse's hooves were densely sounded, and the three horses were all green in color, with only four snow-white horses running. The three horses were an old man and two middle-aged men. These three were carrying sharp swords. If a person who knew the goods could tell the three horses at a glance, they were the king of the green-maned horses produced in Qingzhou, "Treading on the Snow".

This snow-traveled BMW is more than eight feet tall. Except for the four hooves, the body is blue, without any slight variegated color, and the fur is bright.

The horse ran very fast. Each snow horse was priced at 5,000 taels. People who had no status and financial resources would not even think of riding such a BMW.

Soon, these three snow horses entered Yicheng.

Vientiane Gate* Courtyard.

"Master, Master, Master!" The two disciples who had been welcoming here saw the three people riding on three horses salute. After the three people dismounted, they directly led the three horses into the backyard. Someone immediately met in the courtyard and sent the three snow-studded horses to the stable.

"Go and notify your uncle." One of the middle-aged men in green robe put down the cloth bag on their back and shouted.

"Yes, master." The disciple ran into Wanxiang Tower at a rapid speed.

The three of them were in the courtyard, and the other young disciples were so scared that they didn't dare to speak.

The middle-aged man in green robe turned to look at the old man: "Master, where did you think Qin Lang, who sold cold iron for ten thousand years, come out? My Wanxiang Gate records the heroes of the world and those with strength, and generally have intelligence records. But in the records of our masters in Jiangning County General Building, there is no such person as Qin Lang at all."

"I'll know when your junior brother comes." said the old man in white robe.

"Disciple, pay homage to the master." Huo Yan also came here and saluted.

"Huo Yan, tell me the information about Qin Lang mentioned in your information in detail." said the old man in white robe.

"Yes, master. Qin Lang has unfathomable strength, and the strength he exposed alone..." Huo Yan began to describe the part exposed by Teng Qingshan in detail, and also added his speculation. These three masters of Wanxiangmen who came from the Jiangning County General Building listened carefully.

...

At noon, Teng Qingshan finished lunch in the restaurant and walked towards Wanxiang Tower with a sword.

"Enter into my Wanxiang Tower, please remove the weapons." The woman with swords in the welcome said to a couple who was about to enter Wanxiang Tower. The couple also knew the rules and immediately removed the weapons and handed them to the Wanxiang Tower for temporary storage. At this moment, Teng Qingshan walked over with a knife on his back.

The welcome woman did not dare to stop her. Teng Qingshan strode in and went straight to the third floor along the stairs.

"Hey, why didn't he remove his weapons?" The couple was a little surprised.

The welcome woman was too lazy to answer.

*******

On the third floor of Vientiane Building, Huo Yan's house.

As soon as Teng Qingshan came in, he saw four people, three middle-aged men and an old man in white robe.

"Haha, Brother Qin Lang, come on, let me introduce you. This is my second senior brother Feng Yan! This is my senior brother Liu Hezhou!" The poster Huo Yan introduced enthusiastically, and the two middle-aged men also bowed with a smile. This Wanxiang Sect is a business sect, and generally treats guests very politely.

The old man in white robe bowed his hand and smiled, "Old Liu Tiannan! I admire your ability when I heard my disciple mention Qin Lang's little brother. I don't know who your master is? Maybe I still know him."

"My master, Teng Boley!" Teng Qingshan looked at the old man in white robe, "I don't know, Senior Liu, do you know me?"

"Tengboley? More than 300 years ago, a innate powerful man named Tengboley appeared on the land of Jiuzhou. However, he died very early. In the past one or two hundred years, I really don't know who named Tengboley on the land of Jiuzhou, who can teach you such an amazing master as Qin Lang. However, the world is very big, and I know only enough. I believe that your master is a hidden master and unknown master."

When Teng Qingshan heard this, he was slightly stunned.

There is really a person named Tengbore on this Jiuzhou land. It happened more than 300 years ago.

"Haha, don't stand, sit down and talk." The old man in white robe stayed and then continued, "Brother Qin Lang, I already know the matter of selling Ziguang Cold Iron. We have brought the star rebar you want from Jiangning County General Building."

As he said that, he opened the cloth bag next to him and there were large pieces of silver metal inside. The surface of the metal seemed to be dotted marks of stars, which were very clear. It was the star-raffic steel that was more expensive than gold.

"Happy." Teng Qingshan smiled.

"I dare to ask, Brother Qin Lang, where did you get the purple-light cold iron?" the old man in white asked, because generally there shouldn't be only one piece of where the purple-light cold iron can be produced. Although the production areas are generally very dangerous, there are many experts in Wanxiangmen. It is worth it to dispatch a large number of experts to venture to dig for treasures like Wannian Cold Iron.

Teng Qingshan's eyes turned cold and his face slightly darkened.

The atmosphere inside the house immediately became wrong.

"Several people, are you still doing this business in Wanxianglou?" Teng Qingshan said directly.

"Of course." The old man in white robe also felt that relying on their strength alone, he would not be very sure of using Teng Qingshan.

"Okay, this is the ten thousand-year-old cold iron." Teng Qingshan took out the ten thousand-year-old cold iron.

Huo Yanlian next to him brought another bag from the side: "The bag is 110 kilograms of star barbarum. My bag is 60 kilograms of gold! You can weigh it."

Teng Qingshan carefully observed the star steel and gold in the two bags to prevent other things from being trapped in it.

"My ten thousand years of cold iron, seven pounds and two ounces, right?" Teng Qingshan looked at the old man in white robe.

"That's right." The old man in white robe also stood up.

"Very good, then I'll say goodbye." Teng Qingshan grabbed two bags, and the weight of 170 kilograms seemed to have no weight on Teng Qingshan's hands. Just like that, Teng Qingshan went downstairs directly.

The old man in white robe frowned and watched Teng Qingshan leave.

"Master..." The other three looked at the old man in white robe.

"Huo Yan, stay here, you two follow me and follow me quietly to see where this Qin Lang is going!" The old man in white robe "Liu Tiannan", immediately took two disciples and quickly left Wanxiang Tower.

*******

Teng Qingshan was on Dayan Mountain, looking at Tengjiazhuang in the distance, glanced back and sneered: "Follow me? I'm afraid I've all turned south of Dayan Mountain now." When Teng Qingshan left Yicheng, he deliberately walked through the south gate and entered Dayan Mountain along the bank of the Lanxiang River.

This road is more than a hundred miles away from Teng Qingshan's journey home.

Teng Qingshan deliberately circled around Dayan Mountain, and at the speed of Teng Qingshan in the mountains, he easily threw the three masters of internal strength far away. After that, Teng Qingshan continued to cross mountains and ridges from the southern part of Dayan Mountain, and walked across the 100-mile mountain road in the mountains, and then arrived at the northernmost part of Dayan Mountain.

At this moment, Tengjiazhuang is already within sight.

"110 jin of star steel, 60 jin of gold." Teng Qingshan couldn't help laughing when he thought of his grandfather Teng Yunlong and the others when they saw this golden expression.
Chapter completed!