Han Xiao patted the dust in his hand, glanced at the tripod, and said, "This is the real Double Dragon Cauldron. It can blend everything and help all fire. It is the only one in the world."

Han Sanqian took a breath. No matter what, he could not have imagined that the two rotten cauldrons that had been broken and unfinished just now turned into a divine cauldron with dark green light in an instant.

Its appearance alone is destined to be extraordinary, not to mention the dragon pattern on its cauldron, which slowly travels like two real dragons.

Han Sanqian no longer understands this knowledge, but he can also be determined from the appearance that it is definitely a big treasure. Compared with the red cauldron he bought for more than one million yuan before, it is a huge difference.

"Take it away quickly before I change my mind." Han Xiao said.

"No, no." Han Sanqian was surprised and shook his head quickly.

Han Xiao frowned immediately. It was obvious that Han Sanqian's words surprised him: "Don't you?"

"Yes, I don't want it." Han Sanqian shook his head firmly.

"Are you a fool? Do you want such a good thing?" Han Xiao said.

"I said that you will not receive any reward without merit. Obviously, the more noble this cauldron is, the more I cannot ask for it. Senior, please take it back. Today, just pretend that I have not been here." Han Sanqian said that, and turned around and left.

Han Sanqian himself is an upright person. He will not be greedy for small gains, nor will he be greedy for big gains. This tripod is obviously a peerless treasure. Han Sanqian believes that his million amethyst is just a joke to buy this thing.

"Boy, stop for me, don't want it, I insist on you want it. You are a stubborn person, but I am a stubborn person than you." Han Xiao shouted angrily when he saw Han Sanqian leaving.

After saying that, he moved his hand and the gate in front of the temple suddenly closed.

Han Sanqian turned around helplessly and said, "Senior, why are you doing this?"

Han Xiao smiled disdainfully: "Do you think you are the principles? I, Han Xiao, are more principled than you. Since I sold it to you, I have no intention of asking for it."

"But..." Han Sanqian was a little embarrassed.

Han Xiao looked at Han Sanqian coldly, and saw Han Sanqian's embarrassment, and then his tone was slightly relaxed: "You are a good young man, I like you very much, so I gave you another part of the Double Dragon Cauldron. It is not very useful to keep it by my side, but it is just used to hold some rain on the house."

"Since you can find a wise master, it should continue to play its role, rather than sinking from now on with me, the old man."

"If you have to give me a gift, then I will give you some more money, otherwise I will feel uneasy." Han Sanqian said sincerely.

"No need, that one million has fulfilled my greatest wish. Money is of no use to me. I have already passed a habit of such hard life." Han Xiao said softly.

Han Sanqian was confused by his words and was not interested in money, but he had to exchange his beloved things for money. What is the logic?!

"Boy, what's your name?" Han Xiao asked.

Han Sanqian hesitated a little, but after a moment, he still said seriously: "Han Sanqian."

"Well, count it, your and my surname are tens of thousands of years ago, maybe they were still a family." Han Xiao smiled rarely, and then he glanced at Han Sanqian: "Okay, Han Sanqian, come here, I will teach you how to use these two dragon cauldrons."

Han Sanqian nodded and walked to Han Xiao's side. Then, Han Xiao suddenly slapped Han Sanqian directly on the back. Suddenly, Han Sanqian felt that many memories suddenly emerged in his mind. In the next second, Han Xiao had already withdrawn his palm peak.

After Han Xiao withdrew his palm, he looked at his palm and frowned because there was a faint black spot in his palm at this moment.

He looked at Han Sanqian with complicated eyes, then lowered his head and thought about something.

"Senior, what's wrong?"

"Could it be, this is really fate?" Looking at his palm, Han Xiao seemed to be talking to Han Sanqian, and he was also talking to himself. Before Han Sanqian could speak, he hurriedly entered the inner hall beside him.

Just when Han Sanqian was not sure about it and was about to lie in to look for Han Xiao, Han Xiao had already walked out, holding a yellowed and moldy old book in his hand, reading while walking, and looking up at Han Sanqian from time to time.

Han Sanqian was completely confused by the monk, who was completely troubled by him, and stood there blankly, at a loss.

After a moment, Han Qiong let out a long breath, closed the book, and looked at Han Sanqian motionlessly, making Han Sanqian almost furious.

"Senior, what's wrong?" Han Sanqian couldn't stand it anymore and couldn't help asking again.

Han Xiao did not answer, but looked at Han Sanqian's melancholy expression, but suddenly relaxed, and then his face was filled with a wry smile.

"Fate, fate is really fate." Han Xiao looked at the black dots in his palm again and shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"Senior..." Han Sanqian was very depressed. What was Han Xiao doing? What fate?
Chapter completed!