Qin Fengming had long been familiar with the method of refining the Black Flood Dragon Scissors. Even back when he was in the Core Formation realm, he had been able to refine them successfully.
With his discerning eye, apart from the immense energy contained within this magic treasure—which showed that it had been refined inside Yu Huang's body for several thousand years—he could not see anything particularly extraordinary about the treasure before him.
Yet this very magic treasure had actually drawn a mid Spirit Severing stage cultivator here. Qin Fengming's heart stirred at this, and he reckoned that the magic treasure was probably not simple.
"How could Senior take a mere magic treasure like this seriously? It is only an ancient treasure with somewhat greater power." As Qin Fengming spoke, his hand moved, and he had already snatched the small magic treasure before him back into his grasp ahead of the old man.
The moment Qin Fengming extended his fingers, he clearly felt a powerful force of obstruction suddenly surge from the old man's palm, which was only a zhang away, as if it intended to hinder his hand.
Now that he knew this magic treasure might have another use, Qin Fengming naturally would not hand it over so easily again.
With a surge of strength in his body, he relied on his formidable physical power and forcibly resisted the binding effect.
He flipped his hand, his gaze already falling upon the Black Flood Dragon Scissors in his grasp.
It was as though the brief clash with the old man had never happened at all.
"Eh?" Faced with what he saw, the old man could not help uttering a soft exclamation, but his expression did not change in the slightest. Only a sharp glint flashed through his eyes and vanished.