Qin Feng distributed the spoils, and Yan Xun also happily left.
For Yan Xun, wealth is important, but an opportunity to contribute to the sect is even more precious.
If he reported the matter of Wuye Palace back, he would surely be greatly rewarded, and the school would naturally reward him.
Moreover, there are still some property in Wuye Palace, which will also fall on Yan Xun's head.
Qin Feng's thoughts were very simple, he only needed the things on Young Master Qiye.
Lord Qiye is the leader of Wuye Palace. Not most of the treasures should be Lord Qiye.
It was already a windfall to get the treasure of Lord Qiye. Qin Feng didn't want to be too greedy. After all, this was the ice field and the territory of Tianzong.
"Look at what is on this guy?"
Qin Feng found a purple gourd on the three wolf monsters.
This purple gourd is also a magic treasure for storage, named "Xumi Gourd", with a huge storage space, hundreds of times larger than a normal magic treasure bag.
Qin Feng opened the Xumi Gourd, his face immediately changed.
"How much wealth did this guy scavenge?"
Qin Feng took a deep breath.
He explored in the spirit sense, and saw that in this gourd space, there was a huge gleaming mountain peak.
This mountain is entirely made up of blocks of spar.
Qin Feng's divine consciousness swiftly revolved, and a full stick of incense time passed, only then did he count the number of spars.
"Five billion spars, what a big handwriting."
Qin Feng's heart trembled slightly.
He had accumulated a lot of wealth before, but it was only less than two billion, and this son of seven nights, in just half a year, he found five billion spars, which is really incredible.
"It just happens that I'm poor recently, and I'll be there right away."
Qin Feng smiled happily.
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Before that, when he was in Emperor Xuanzong, he had already spent one billion spars in order to build the cave mansion.
Then, in order to inquire about the whereabouts of San Ye from the chief of Chen, he paid another billion spars.
All of Qin Feng's savings, including the pill that he had stored before, had also been consumed a lot, almost exhausted.
Now that Lord Qiye has been killed, he has suddenly harvested five billion spars, which is simply a pie in the sky.
"Look at what else is there?"
Qin Feng was happy and began to explore.
In addition to the huge spar mountain, Qin Feng also discovered some pills and magic weapons.
The number of pill is not large, because the monster race does not like pill, they directly devour the living beings, and the way of cultivation is different from the human race.
As for magic weapons, there are quite a few.
After some inventory, there are a total of 54 magic weapons in the gourd, all of which are top grades and gems of the mysterious order, and even a few earth-level magic weapons.
Among the many magic weapons, there was a crimson feather fan that attracted Qin Feng's eye.
"Medium-level?"
Qin Feng quickly studied Mingtang.
This crimson feather fan is made from the feathers of ancient sacred beasts and Suzaku. It is called "Laojun Fan" and contains nine fire element formations.
Qin Feng flicked it twice at random, and the flames fluttered with the wind.
"Let me try my power."
Qin Feng's divine consciousness urged, and true essence poured into it.
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He slammed it out suddenly, and the hurricane roared, and a terrifying crimson flame burned in the storm.
The Baili Icefield was melted in the blink of an eye.
Between the heaven and the earth, the water vapor evaporates, and the vast expanse of whiteness is very spectacular.
"This is the real fire of the sun?"
Qin Feng trembled, and he recognized the scarlet flame at a glance.
During the Battle of Immortal Miao, Luo Kong of the Eastern Desolation Dao Sect also cultivated this kind of flame, which left a deep impression on Qin Feng at that time.
However, the real fire of Luo Kong's cultivation is far less powerful than this old monarch fan.
As soon as this old gentleman fan moved, Baili Icefield turned into a vast ocean, which was really shocking.
"Fortunately, Master Qiye didn't know how to use magic weapons, otherwise, I would be the one who died today."
Qin Feng secretly rejoiced.
Such a powerful sun is really fire, I am afraid that not many people can compete.
I don't know how Master Qiye came here, and he actually got such a treasure.
Immediately, Qin Feng drops his blood to recognize the Lord, making Laojun Fan his magic weapon.
The mid-tier tiers have spawned spirits, but the spirits are not too powerful yet, so they can be forcibly sacrificed.
If it is a high-grade or superb grade, it is not so easy to recognize the master with a drop of blood.
But at the heavenly rank, the dripping of blood had no effect in recognizing the master, and by then, it would be the instrument spirit to choose the master.
"Huh? Another martial art?"
Qin Feng's consciousness moved, and he found another black scroll.
However, this scroll is wrapped with a thick demon energy, it seems that it is not an ordinary martial arts cheat.
Qin Feng took out this scroll, trying to use the fire of spirit to disperse the evil spirit.
What is surprising is that no matter how the spiritual fire is refined, this demon energy has never dissipated.
"Unexpectedly, there is no effect?"
Qin Feng frowned, also somewhat unexpected.
With his cultivation base, coupled with the fire of the spirit, he was still unable to refine this demon energy. This can only be a problem. The master of this demon energy is not Lord Qiye, but a demon king left behind.
"Is the seal of the Demon King? It seems that this should not be a martial art secret book, but a certain secret edict of the Demon Race."
Qin Feng's eyes flickered.
He suddenly remembered that he had seen a similar secret edict in his previous life when he fought against the monster sea.
The demon king blocked the secret edict with a demon, and outsiders couldn't open it at all.
Even if the seal was forcibly torn apart, the Demon King would be aware of it for a moment.
"It seems that there was an unexpected discovery this time."
Qin Feng smiled faintly, and placed the Demon King Mizhao next to him.
After counting the spoils, Qin Feng looked far away and swept into the Palace of Infinite Nights.
"Patriarch Chen should still be inside, it's time to pick him out."
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Night fell.
Qin Feng and Chen Patriarch returned to Chen's house.
"Prince Qiye is dead, and it won't be long before Tianzong will come to encircle and suppress the Palace of the Night, and the blood and blood of the patriarch will be reported."
Qin Feng said calmly.
"I didn't expect that we could make it. I really don't know how to thank you this time."
Chief Chen was a little excited.
Originally, he thought that there was no hope of revenge in this life, but he did not expect to kill Lord Qiye the next day and avenge his blood.
"My patriarch, I don't need anything else to repay, as long as you fulfill your promise and tell me the whereabouts of the third master."
Qin Feng said again.
Hearing this, the chief Chen sighed slightly, nodded and smiled bitterly: "Unexpectedly, the secret that our Chen family sticks to will eventually be vomited out of my mouth."
Clan Chief Chen was a little helpless, but he had promised Qin Feng a long time ago.
"Wait a minute, I'll fetch something."
Patriarch Chen entered a secret room, and when he came out, there was an extra letter in his hand.
"This letter has been guarded by the Chen family from generation to generation. It has been more than 700 years now. According to our ancestors, this letter was left by the third master. Perhaps it is the only clue to know him."