In the dark lake bottom, Deng Geng stared at that line of words on the black iron treasure map, and was stunned.

  "What's this 'one Ding out of nine Dings'?" Deng Geng became annoyed, "Getting the treasure map isn't enough, now we need one Ding out of nine Dings! How troublesome..." As for the nine Dings, Deng Geng naturally knew that after Yu Huang unified the world, he divided it into nine states.

  At the same time, Yu Huang also searched for many precious metals from the nine states and cast nine large tripods.

  These nine tripod cauldrons also represent the nine states.

  From then on... all the people of the nine states, from ordinary mountain people to the big figures of the eight major sects, once they arrived at the 'year festival' day, all needed to worship Yu Huang and worship these nine tripods. The tripod also became a sacrificial vessel.

  Yu Huang and the legend of the nine tripod cauldrons are known by every single child in the nine states. During the annual sacrifice, who does not offer sacrifices?

  "Yu Huang, you old fellow, leaving behind this treasure map and still playing tricks on us. The Nine Tripods... since your passing, the world has been in chaos. These nine tripods have vanished without a trace. It seems that only the Poet Immortal 'Li Taibai' had obtained one of them." Deng Geng was an elder of the Iron Clothes Sect and knew quite a bit about the messages left behind by senior experts.

  From ancient times to the present, there have been only four people who can be ranked as the greatest - Yu Huang, Qin Ling Tian Di, Sakyamuni, and Li Taibai.

  "Li Taibai, in his early years, had obtained a tripod, and he used that very same tripod to hold wine for drinking." Deng Geng also remembered those records.

  Li Taibai, probably the most carefree and unrestrained of the four greatest figures in history. With invincible martial arts skills that could conquer the world, he did not unify the world nor pass on his teachings to establish a sect. Holding a Qinglian sword, he traveled the world with ease, leaving behind many legends. Using one of the nine tripods as a wine cup is just one of those legends.

  At that time, Li Taibai also sighed: "This nine-state tripod, which was offered incense and fire by the people of the nine states, has become so mysterious. Originally it was a huge object, but now it's only as big as a bowl. Even my Qingfeng sword can't hurt it at all. How mysterious!

  In the vast land of Kyushu, some big shots in various sects also knew these allusions.

  Nine Tripods. Can become smaller. And cannot be destroyed in the slightest!

  That poem sword immortal 'Li Taibai'. But can be compared to Yu Huangdi's character. Even he cannot hurt these nine tripods. It is known that the nine tripods are extraordinary.

  From Yu Huanghou. The countless children on the nine states' vast land. Generation after generation worshiped Yu Huang, the Nine Tripods. Generation after generation passed down to this day... In many people's hearts, those Nine Tripods are no longer just a single tripod. They symbolize and represent the nine states' vast land, embodying the hopes of the children of the nine states!

  ……

  In the depths of the lake, Deng Geng was anxious in his heart.

  "Iron Clothes Sect's generations of leaders and law-enforcing elders have been searching for this treasure map! Now that it's finally found, after over a thousand years, damn it! At this critical moment, the map is still reminding me that I need to get a Ding. Not just any ordinary Ding will do, but one of the nine Dings. Isn't this playing with people?! Deng Gong was so anxious he wanted to scold Yu Huang, "The Nine Dings are extraordinary, how can Iron Clothes Sect find them? Even if they were placed right in front of me, I'm afraid I wouldn't even recognize them."

  Suddenly——

  Deng Geng's mind flashed a picture, that black small cauldron worn on the chest of Wei Dan, his senior.

  "Hmm!" Deng Geng's face changed color and his eyes lit up.

  "Right, right!" Deng Geng was extremely excited. "The Nine Tripod Cauldron is incredibly mysterious and can change its size. The Poet Immortal 'Li Taibai' obtained the first tripod, which could be as small as a bowl. It's only natural that it could also become as small as a finger tip! No wonder Wei Shan wore that small tripod close to his body!"

  Moreover, this small tripod, after being soaked in water for hundreds of years, did not rot or grow moss. Originally I thought it was just precious material, but now looking at it, haha, how could it be one of the Nine Tripods if it rotted from being soaked in water?

  Deng Geng felt more and more that it was right.

  Wei Dun is actually a master of the Xiantian Golden Elixir, how did he come to possess such an unusual small tripod? Moreover, Wei Dun just happened to obtain the lower half of the treasure map... Once combined, it can be inferred that Wei Dun would carefully search for the small tripod because of the treasure map. Having obtained it by chance, he naturally wears it on his body!

  "Haha…… Heaven is helping me, Iron Clothes Sect!" Deng Geng's heart suddenly felt relieved, "I wanted this small tripod, and heaven immediately sent it to me. Now that the treasure map is complete and I have the small tripod, my Iron Clothes Sect can open the Yu Huang Treasure! In a few decades, my Iron Clothes Sect will definitely destroy the Guiyuan Sect and Qinghu Island, control the entire Yangzhou, and be listed among the eight major sects!"

  Deng Geng immediately put the treasure map into his bosom and swam upwards.

  Deng Geng's face changed as he looked up and saw the water surface above, and he suddenly stopped.

  "Not right!" Deng Geng looked around, "I spent almost an hour at the bottom of the lake, how come I didn't see Old Master Tian and the others?" The bottom of the lake wasn't that big, three people searching underwater should have bumped into each other frequently. But Deng Geng remembered that for a long time in the lake, he hadn't run into Old Master Tian and the others.

  Deng Geng looked up and gazed at the rippling lake surface.

  His face turned cold: "It seems that the situation has changed." Deng Geng immediately drew out a silver long sword, this sword was called 'Silver Scale Sword', which was also a rare divine weapon.

  ******

  Hong Qingshan waited on the lakeshore for over an hour, and as the sky darkened, a crescent moon hung in the horizon.

  "Hoo-hoo~~~" The mountain wind on the summit is fierce.

  "Gah, gah——" Some unknown birds of prey flew over from high altitude, making unpleasant cries. Teng Qing Shan crouched by the lake shore, wearing eagle claw gloves on both hands, each hand grasping a flying knife. Even after waiting for an hour, he still didn't feel any anxiety, and it would be hard even if he waited several more hours.

  The mountain wind howls, the fierce bird screeches.

  "Rumble, rumble..." The originally calm lake surface suddenly exploded, the entire lake surface, over a dozen zhang wide, burst open, with water splashing into the sky, reaching as high as several zhang.

  So much water splashed into the sky, it was impossible to distinguish where people were hiding.

  "Not good, Deng Geng has discovered that someone is lurking." Teng Qing Shan furrowed his brow, waited for a while, but nothing happened.

  Suddenly, on the edge of the surging waves, a shadowy figure flashed and darted onto the shore, and in an instant, it rushed towards the Tengqin Mountain.

  "Hum!" Teng Qing Shan's right hand flew knife was thrown out with a swish!

  Whoosh!

  Whoosh!

  Two flying knives with handles in both hands, one in front and one behind, like two flashes of lightning cutting through the sky. When they were a yard away from the figure, the first knife suddenly drew an arc.

  "Bang!"

  A series of silver sword shadows appeared, like a waterfall rolling over the flying knives of Teng Qing Mountain. Only two consecutive "clangs" were heard, and Teng Qing Mountain's two flying knives were shattered into fragments. And this swift and fierce figure, his body charging forward involuntarily stopped, even retreating two steps.

  Deng Geng looked at the scar-faced man in front of him: "This scar-faced man, the strength on his flying knife is actually so strong, it's shaking my hand and making it a bit numb."

  Deng Geng's gaze swept across the skeletal chest, his pupils shrinking: "Xiao Ding is gone!"

  "Kill Iron Clothes Sect disciples, accept death!" Deng Geng roared, charging towards Tuo Qing Shan.

  "Do you deserve to kill me?" Teng Qing Shan let out a loud and fierce voice, his feet fiercely kicking off the ground, like a tiger rushing down the mountain, also charging towards Deng Geng.

  The two were originally just a few feet apart, and with this charge, they immediately began fighting each other.

  "Hah!"

  The silver scale sword flashed once and stabbed in front of Teng Qing Mountain. Teng Qing Mountain's footsteps were agile, his right hand swung, his body turned, and all that was heard was a loud clang as his right hand collided with the silver scale sword. The 'Tianying Claw' was indeed worthy of being the weapon of a Xiantian Jindan expert, without suffering any damage.

  At the moment of impact, Teng Qing Shan was a progressive collapsing fist!

  Hmph!

  His fist was like an arrow shot from a bow, the air in front of his fist was compressed, and an arc-shaped air pressure visible to the naked eye appeared. The air even emitted a trembling sound, and the air density changed, making Teng Qing Shan's punch become blurry. Deng Geng saw this and his heart tightened, immediately retreating while the Silver Scale Sword drew a curved line.

  "Boom!" A blast of air formed a high-pressure explosion that burst open.

  Suddenly flying sand and walking rocks.

  Only to see the azure mountain on both sides, with a pair of fists, one fist blocks and the other fist strikes, sometimes both fists attack in succession, and the footwork advances and retreats at times. The changes are not big, but the grasp of opportunities is very accurate. The control of space has reached an astonishing level. That endless collapse punch completely surrounds Deng Geng.

  Fists collapse like arrows, cycles infinitely!

  Deng Geng's one-handed swordsmanship was also astonishing. Each of his swords was an arc, some with a larger curvature and others with a smaller one, containing the innate true yuan that was sometimes strong and sometimes weak, completely blocking the Teng Qing Mountain's collapsing fist from outside.

  "This Deng Gong, this swordsmanship's defensive capabilities are probably no less than my 'Hunyuan Yiqi' spear technique. Each and every arc is like a shield, and these shields are endless." Teng Qing Shan felt the opponent's ferocity, "My physical strength, combined with my innate true yuan, can't even gain the upper hand!"

  He was shocked, wasn't Deng Ge also shocked?

  "This scar-faced man, where did this master come from? With just a pair of fists, he's actually suppressing me to the point where I can only defend and can't attack." Deng Geng also became anxious, "Among the First Heaven Pill Masters, I've never heard of such a person."

  Boom!

  A loud clap of thunder on a clear day!

  "Not good!" Deng Geng saw that instant, a fist that seemed to fill the entire space, and he couldn't help but be shocked. The fist contained a strange energy, and the surrounding air was distorted with ripples of energy. Deng Geng could only retreat quickly, while horizontally wielding his silver scaled sword.

  Pong!

  Deng Geng took several steps back, each step causing the mountain rocks to tremble, creating large pits and sending massive boulders flying everywhere.

  "Halt!" Deng Geng shouted repeatedly.

  Teng Qing Shan looked at Deng Gun: "My 'Heavenly Eagle Claw' unleashed 'Tiger Cannon Fist', although the speed is slightly slower, but that explosive power, in no way inferior to 'Poisonous Dragon Drill'. And this Deng Gun, can actually withstand it."

  Deng Geng felt a dull ache in his arms at this moment: "This scar-faced man, if I want to kill him, I'm afraid I'll have to pay a considerable price."

  "This brother is quite skilled! I didn't expect that among the top-notch practitioners of the First Heaven Tier, there would be someone so proficient in fist techniques." Deng Geng said.

  "Your swordsmanship isn't bad either." Hong Sheng said loudly.

  On the mountain top, both masters had some apprehension towards each other.

  Deng Geng's face revealed a hint of a smile as he said, "My Iron Clothes Sect's younger generation offended you, brother. You killing them is already settled. However... brother, please return the black small cauldron, my Iron Clothes Sect's heirloom, to me."