When Qin Fengming and Qi Yu first encountered one another, a fierce battle had broken out between them. That battle had greatly shocked Qin Fengming.
Qi Yu had been at the early Profound Spirit stage. Yet whether it was his methods or the magic treasures on his person, everything had far exceeded Qin Fengming's expectations.
In that battle, Qin Fengming had lost nearly a hundred Black Scale Blades.
The Black Scale Blades were one of his greatest trump cards. Although they had merely come from a demonic python with blood ties to the Heaven-Swallowing Python, those several hundred blades had been refined by Qin Fengming at great expense, using a large quantity of precious materials.
Whether in sharpness or demonic-flame might, they could absolutely withstand the natal treasures of cultivators at the same level.
If Qin Fengming added his bodily magic power to them without the slightest reservation, it was entirely possible for them to withstand the powerful attacks of cultivators above his level.
To lose so many in a single attack had caused Qin Fengming great heartache for a long time.
The things that had caused the loss of the Black Scale Blades were the short arrows refined from the hundreds of Blazing Bird feathers Qi Yu had launched.
Now that he had seen Qi Yu had perished here, although Qin Fengming could not personally kill him to avenge himself, he would not give up the many arrows whose might was no less than that of the Black Scale Blades.
"Indeed. This old monk obtained quite a few needle-like objects from that cultivator. Although I have not driven or examined those needles, the fact that Fellow Daoist is so concerned about them is enough to show that their might is extraordinary. If you wish to obtain them, it is