Chapter 2709

The wild tiger was stunned for a while before returning.

Looking at Qin Huan's hand with only half of the huge knife, he looked changed. He looked at Qin Huan deeply and said, "Huang Ping, your body is really strong, and this knife is not suitable for you."

Qin Huan also looked at the knife in his hand and didn't return to his mind for a long time. At the moment when the knife was cut off, he felt that his flesh was waving uncontrollably

It seems that he waved this action many times in the past. It seems that his flesh remembers this action.

"Could it be... Did you use a knife in the past?" Qin Huan said in his heart.

"Go, Huang Ping, come with me to the priest." Huang Hu said hello to Qin Huan and strode towards one side.

Priests have the highest status of each ethnic group. Because Anping town is a collection of five ethnic groups, the inheritance of sacrifice is also preserved.

The priests in Anping town are the highest ranking people in Anping town. Many matters in the whole Anping town are decided by the priests.

Qin Huan was also curious about the priests in Anping town.

The residents said that when they and Huang'an brought them, their lives were in danger. It was the priest who spent half a year healing themselves and Huang'an.

Over the past six months, he also wanted to thank the priest, but was told that the priest was practicing in isolation.

In a quarter of an hour.

Led by Huang Hu, he came to an ordinary courtyard at the highest point of Anping Town, where the priests lived.

"Priest, Huang Ping's strength is so great that ordinary weapons can't bear his strength. Please give Huang Ping the soldiers to use." Huang Hu stood in front of the courtyard and said respectfully.

The wasteland soldiers here are not the wasteland soldiers in the past. In the five wasteland areas, anything integrated into the word "wasteland" will have other meanings.

Just like the Huang surname, according to Huang Hu, their clan was once a branch of a big family, but it is not outdated. Today, it has declined and forgotten, but he has always been proud of the "Huang" surname.

"Creak!" the sound of wooden door running in sounded, and the door of the courtyard was pushed open.

A tall and burly figure came out of the room slowly.

Qin Huan really saw the priests in Anping town. He was a energetic old man. Although his face was covered with frowns and his hair was gray, his face was ruddy and his eyes were bright.

Seeing this, Qin Huan quickly hugged his fist and said respectfully, "thank the priest for saving his life. Huang Ping never forgets."

The priest looked at Qin Huan with bright eyes and said, "you are the one who really saves you. If your spirit is not tenacious, no one can save you." then the priest opened the door of the courtyard and said, "Huang Ping, come in, Huang Hu, go and help."

"Yes, priest!" although Huang Hu was curious, he sincerely respected the priest, so he didn't ask much.

After Huang Hu left, the priest said, "Huang Ping, come in."

Without any hesitation, Qin Huan entered the courtyard.

"Sit down." the priest led Qin Huan to the stone table and chair at the end of the courtyard.

After Qin Huan sat down, the priest said, "Huang Ping, I heard that you and Huang an have lost their memory. Don't you remember now?"

Qin Huan nodded and said, "back to the priest, I've tried my best to remember these days. I only have fragmentary memories. I can't remember the past."

"If you can't remember, you and Huang'an should practice in Anping town during this time." the priest said earnestly.

After hearing this, Qin Huan looked at the priest suspiciously, hesitated a little, and asked, "priest, what injury did Huang an and I suffer? Why did our memory disappear?"

The priest looked at Qin Huan and said with emotion, "even the power of evil has never been heard before. There is something to restrain. Otherwise, it will be difficult to save you."

The power of evil?

Qin Huan's eyes narrowed slightly. He tried to recall something, but his mind was blank.

"Huang Ping, what are you going to do next? If you like, Anping town will always have your place." the priest said.

Qin Huan was lost in thought. After a long time, he looked up at the priest and said, "priest, I want to be strong. I want to find my past memory."

Qin Huan felt uncomfortable because he didn't know anything and had no clue at any time. He urgently wanted to find out his memory and what happened.

The priest brushed a ray of gloom in his eyes and said, "Huang Ping, if I teach you the priest position of Anping Town, are you willing to stay here and guard Anping town?"

Qin Huan was stunned. Obviously, he didn't expect the priest to say so.

After a little hesitation, Qin Yu shook his head and said, "priest, I want to find my past. Otherwise, it's painful to live in such a daze."

He was grateful to Anping Town, but Qin Huan would never want to stay here forever. Moreover, Huang an would not want to.

The chief priest sighed, looked at Qin Huan and said, "well, if you really don't want to, you can leave a trace of your spirit here to guard Anping Town, will you?"

Qin Huan was even more puzzled when he heard this: "priest, why me? I can't guard Anping town with my current strength."

The priest looked at Qin Huan with bright eyes and said, "Heaven's will."

"Heaven's will?" Qin Huan was even more puzzled.

"You will know later. Since you have made up your mind, other old men will not say more, but I hope you can think about it." the priest didn't want to say more.

Then the priest waved his right hand and weapons appeared in the courtyard. Qin Huan was moved that all these weapons were knives.

"These are the only waste knives left in Anping town. Feel them carefully and see if they are destined for you." the priest said.

Qin Huan scanned dozens of knives floating in the courtyard. After a rough inspection, Qin Huan slowly closed his eyes and felt them.

"Hmm?" Qin Huan felt that these ordinary looking knives gave off a strong smell after his mind spread.

Among them, one handle is particularly powerful.

After a while, Qin Yumeng opened his eyes and looked at one of them. It was an ordinary knife.

The shape of this knife is similar to that of the one that was broken by his own strength. The knife is nearly ten feet long, the blade is broad and black, and the blade is extremely sharp.

Different from the previous Dao, the body of this Dao has dense lines

Qin Huan hesitated a little, pointed to the knife with his right hand and said, "priest, I want this knife."

The priest turned to look, his eyes flickered slightly, and all the other knives disappeared, except the one Qin Huan pointed to.

"Yes, this sword contains the greatest power of waste. I hope you can give full play to its real power." the priest said, and the broad and thick sword slowly floated in front of Qin Huan.

"Priest, what is the power of famine?" Qin Huan wondered.