My disciple's cultivation returns ten thousand times, so I have to be invincible.

"Alright alright."

Zhong Qing had no choice but to take the talisman.

"But since you insist on giving me this set of skills, I will also give you a few sets of skills."

As he spoke, Zhong Qing had already started turning the storage ring.

"Well, can you give me a few sets of exercises too?"

Xuanyuan Hong's face was filled with confusion, then he waved his hand and said, "There's no need for that. This isn't some kind of personal connection. Besides, there are plenty of them in our sect's Sutra Library..."

But however.

Before he finished speaking, he made a quacking sound like a dried duck and stared at Zhong Qing in front of him.

Then they saw Zhong Qing take out eight king-level skills from the storage ring. These eight king-level skills were exactly what Zhong Qing had obtained by signing in, and they had not yet had time to stack them into the warehouse.

“You, you you you you you…”

After seeing these eight king-level skills, Xuanyuan Hong was trembling and speechless.

"No?" Zhong Qing asked.

"want!"

Almost instantly, he snatched the eight king-level martial arts techniques from Zhong Qing's hands and checked them one by one.

When he discovered that all eight king-level skills were real, his breathing became rapid.

this moment.

He finally understood why Zhong Qing showed no interest when he heard about the king-level skills.

Others can take out eight books in one breath, so of course I'm not interested.

Thinking back to how mysterious I was at the beginning, like an idiot, and yet... helping someone in need?

"Eight books, these are eight king-level skills. How did you get them, kid?" Xuanyuan Hong couldn't calm down his excitement and couldn't help asking.

"Is there a way to get what you want?"

Zhong Qing spread his hands and said calmly.

Is this human language?

Do people say it?

Xuanyuan Hong's face was full of question marks.

"Alright, alright, Sect Master, don't worry about where these eight manuals came from. Just keep them."

Zhong Qing quickly comforted Xuanyuan Hong and sat down again. "As for your talisman, I remember the sect's kindness, but I really don't need it. You should take it back as well."

"Ok."

this moment.

Xuanyuan Hong really had nothing to say.

Since he can take out all eight books, his king-level skills really have no effect on him.

Seeing that Xuanyuan Hong didn't say anything, Zhong Qing breathed a sigh of relief and started making tea again.

In fact, based on the relationship, it is no big deal to give Xuanyuan Hong a few emperor-level books.

But after thinking about it carefully, Zhong Qing decided to forget it.

A man is innocent until he is found guilty of possessing a treasure.

Once this news leaks out, the Xianjiang Sect will face a devastating disaster.

Therefore, it is appropriate to send a few king-level martial arts books to the sect.

"Tell me the truth, kid, are you practicing more than just the king-level techniques?" After sitting down, Xuanyuan Hong put away the eight king-level techniques and couldn't help asking Zhong Qing.

As Zhong Qing poured the tea, he nodded and replied, "Yes, my own cultivation is indeed a little higher than the king-level skills."

"A little bit, is it a venerable level?"

"Emperor level."

"Nima."

Xuanyuan Hong, who had just taken a sip of tea, spat out the tea in his mouth, cursed, stood up suddenly and cursed: "Are you a bit taller than me?"

Zhong Qing wiped the tea off his face in a bad mood and couldn't help but complain: "Sect Master, you are the leader of a sect after all, can you be calmer when encountering things?"

"I'm not calm at all. Tell me, can I be calm? How can I be calm?"

Zhong Qing had no choice but to continue to comfort him in a soft voice. After a long time, Xuanyuan Hong finally calmed down and sat down.

"Come, have a cup of tea and stop thinking too much."

Zhong Qing chuckled softly, shook the copper kettle, and found that there was not enough water in it, so he told Lin Feng, who had been standing beside him, "Disciple, go to the opposite hilltop and get another pot of mountain spring water. Remember to hurry."

"Yes, Master."

Lin Feng took the copper pot respectfully and stepped directly into the air.

In just a few breaths, he flew back and forth to the cloud-covered hill opposite and returned with the full copper pot.