The pill in Qiao Yushan was really magical. After half an hour, most of the bones in Han Ming's body were connected together. Although they did not grow together tightly, there was nothing serious about it.

Moreover, this pill seems to be able to help restore mana, but in just a short time, his whole body's mana has recovered more than half!

Han Ming stood up, released the Qingye magic weapon and flew towards the platform that he had fallen before. He wanted to find the Blood Evil Gour. This Blood Evil Gour is one of his trump cards, so he can't just throw it away!

As soon as he reached the stone platform, Han Ming easily found the blood-practiced blood evil gourd, but after he found the blood-practiced gourd, his face couldn't help but feel bitter. The blood-practiced gourd was actually scorched, and the originally round and bulging gourd body was deeply hidden.

After a little injected magic power, the blood evil gourd was leaking. Before he could command, the blood evil gourd burst out from the gourd's mouth. He also found that the blood evil gourd could not control the blood evil gourd, and the blood evil gourd could not be taken back if the blood evil gourd ran away!

Seeing the blood evil mist flowing continuously, Han Ming immediately retracted his magic power, causing the blood evil gourd to return to its normal appearance.

"Did you refine this gourd yourself?" A slightly cold voice came from behind.

Han Ming was startled and turned around immediately, bowed his waist slightly to Qiao Yushan, and replied respectfully: "This gourd was obtained by a disciple from a casual cultivator, not by himself!"

"Well, it's better not to refine it yourself. It's better to do less of this kind of mass killing mortals, which is not good for improving the cultivation of mind and nature! But since this gourd was not refined by you, it's not much for you to use it." Qiao Yushan didn't have many expressions on his face, but just said lightly.

"Thank you, Uncle Master, will not pursue the investigation!" Han Ming was surprised. You should know that this Blood Evil Gour is a real evil weapon, and it is strictly prohibited from being used in the sect, but why is this Uncle Master so calm and has no intention of pursuing it!

"Okay, everything is ready, and the small formation below should be broken. Come with me to the pavilion on the island to see what else!" After Qiao Yushan finished speaking, without waiting for Han Ming to answer, she waved her hand and controlled Han Ming and flew towards the island in the lake.

Before a two-story attic in the center of the island, Han Ming was let go by Qiao Yushan and threw it beside Chu Qiu.

"Check." Qiao Yushan waved his hand, and more than ten small broken flags flew out of the attic. Then a sound of porcelain shattering came from the attic!

"The magic circle has been broken, go in and take a look!" Qiao Yushan put one hand behind her, raised her foot and walked inside.

Looking at the empty pavilion, Han Ming was surprised that the first floor of the attic was empty, not even a seat or table, except for half a foot deep dust!

"There is nothing valuable!" Qiao Yushan shook his head slightly, and waved his sleeves and floated upstairs without any dust on the ground.

Qiao Yushan floated towards the second floor, but Han Ming walked to the middle of this floor, touched the thick dust with both hands, and actually found a small cushion, and took it into his hand and kept looking.

"That was just a futon made of special spiritual tree bark. It had no effect except being tougher. It was taken out for sale, but it was only a few dozen spirit stones." Qiao Yu's shirt didn't turn around and continued to float upstairs, while his spiritual sense kept scanning the entire attic.

When Han Ming heard that the cushion was worth dozens of spirit stones, he immediately happily put it in the storage bag, and at the same time he released his spiritual sense and swept around to see if he could find another one.

Qiao Yushan couldn't help but smile when he saw Han Ming's appearance of locusts passing by, and he looked like a locust that was not growing. It was normal for him to practice his energy.

After searching for a while, and after confirming that there was nothing missing, Han Ming raised his foot toward the second floor, but saw Qiao Yushan standing quietly in front of a wall, staring at the three paintings on the wall with a serious face!

Seeing Qiao Yushan so obsessed, Han Ming was surprised that he could make such serious things by making the monks in the Jiedan stage so serious, and he couldn't help but look at the three paintings.

The three paintings are very special, the room is covered with dust, but these three paintings are clean, and they are like they were just drawn!

But these three paintings are very ordinary. They are like ordinary paintings, without any spiritual power fluctuations, and there is no flash of spiritual light. They don’t look like something that a cultivator has at all!

On the painting on the left is a middle-aged Confucian scholar with a gentle face. He stood with his hands behind his back, his expression was extremely gentle, and his whole body revealed a sense of righteousness. He was completely a great scholar!

On the far right is an old monk wearing a colorful cassock, holding a purple bowl in his left hand and a string of golden Buddhist beads in his right hand. He has kind eyebrows, long eyebrows and chins, and he looks like a Taoist monk!

The man in the middle was only one back. He was wearing an ancient Taoist robe embroidered with black and white gossip, holding one hand behind him and making gestures with the other hand. At the same time, he looked up slightly and looked at the blue-gray sky, revealing a mysterious aura from the inside out.

"This space is actually related to the third son of Tailun!" Qiao Yushan's heart was turbulent. She never expected that this space was related to the third son of Tailun. You must know that the cultivation of these three people is truly invincible. Even the uncle of the Supreme Master who was extremely cultivating thousands of years ago in their sect may not be an enemy!

Han Ming stared at the three paintings for a long time, but he could not see anything unique. He couldn't help but turn to other places. Qiao Yushan cared about these three paintings so much, so this painting would definitely not be his turn.

With a slight turn of his eyes, Han Ming saw the thin mummy who was kneeling, and the object of the mummy kneeling was the painting of an old monk.

Han Ming's eyes were pointed, and he could see at a glance that the string of Buddhist beads hanging on the neck of the mummy was very similar to the golden Buddhist beads held in the old monk's hand.

"Brush, brush, brush." ​​Qiao Yushan waved his hand and put away the three paintings on the wall. With another wave, he took away the mummy, without leaving any trace!

When Han Ming saw Qiao Yushan take away the mummy, he suddenly showed a look of disappointment on his face. He touched his head and began to look for something around him!

But before Han Ming could release his spiritual sense, Qiao Yushan suddenly waved his sleeves, which immediately stirred up a strong wind, slapping all the thick dust on the floor to the corner of the wall.

The dust was swept away, and more than a dozen objects were exposed on the floor, including big and small, weapons, jade slips, and some ore!

Qiao Yushan swept his spiritual sense and attracted the objects to his eyes, checked them carefully, and selected them one by one.

When Han Ming saw that everything on the floor was taken away, he was a little disappointed and couldn't help but look at the dozen items floating on Qiao Yu's shirt. It didn't matter. When Han Ming saw a black jade, his pupils involuntarily shrank, and the black jade seemed familiar!
Chapter completed!