Yan Jiu's people, who did their job well, quickly arrived at the Sifang City.
The Sifang City is an ancient city with a long history. It is rumored that it is older than any country on the mainland. The lord of the Sifang City is even more powerful than the three ancestors.
There are more rumors outside, that the Sifang City Lord is an old monster, and his old age scares people to death.
It is just different from the three sect masters. The lord of the Sifang City, who had always seen the dragon and his head, did not even know the people in the Sifang City lord ’s palace.
He is not keen on worldly fame and fortune, his only hobby is refining.
Every ten years, the Sifang City will hold the world's first forging. The refining masters on the mainland will gather here to show their best spirits and select the best spirits.
This is the day when the registration for the first forging of the Sifang City is over, and there are endless stream of people coming from all over the mainland.
When Yan Jiu's men registered, they heard that a few alchemists who were signing up were whispering.
"I heard that, the road to Sifang City has not been smooth recently."
Yan Jiu's men were silent.
There are a lot of spiritual tools that come to the Sifang City to participate in the world's first forging. It is inevitable that some money-seekers will be remembered.
"Did you hear that? I heard that recently, the exclusive gangsters robbed children, especially children six or seven years old, and even some smaller ones were killed."
"I don't know who did it, so cruel."
"I heard that it was an evil alchemist in the Central Plains. It was said that it killed the young boy and made a heart-pounding alchemy."
The two alchemists discussed, and it was their turn, and they stopped talking.
Yan Jiu's men listened, and they understood it.
It seems that the city owner guessed that there was nothing wrong with it. The people of the Dragon family did not give up, but fortunately, they did not let the young master of the dragon bag appear, otherwise it must be fierce.
After signing up, the man quickly left the Sifang City.
The two jade boxes were also put into the warehouse of Sifang City.
In the warehouse of the Sifang City, there are piles of high-level spiritual weapons.
There are all rank-level spirit tools inside, and even a lot of level-level spirit tools.
Before entering the preliminary round, each artifact will be screened in advance.
There are three or four maids who are sorting out the spirits that they just collected today and then registering them in turn.
One of them opened the two jade boxes sent from the mercenary city earlier.
"Xiaoyu, look, this fan looks really beautiful."
"I think this little bag is so delicate, you look at this fabric."
The two maids whispered to the fan and Qian Kun bag in the box.
"What are you talking about, who made you lazy and don't work." A majestic voice came from behind.
A majestic middle-aged man came over.
When he saw him, the two maidservants quickly bowed to salute.
"Chief General Qin, the slaves are only registering the spirit weapon they just sent today."
This general surnamed Qin is one of the four generals of the main palace of the Quartet. He is a majestic man, and the people in the main palace are afraid of him.
Qin surnamed director glanced casually at the participating weapon. When he saw the fan of the dragon bag, there was a dark star flashing like a meteor.
I remembered that a month ago, Long Sixuan, the owner of the Dragon family, personally visited the door. When he came, he also brought a two million two silver ticket.
No one did not love money. Qin General received the silver ticket. He promised Long Sixuan. As soon as he saw the fan-shaped spirit in the competition, he stopped him.
Long Sixuan was also extremely cunning. Although he had already seen the head of the "Dragon Bag" and got a glazed jade fan, he was always suspicious, and he simply bought Qin.
In this way, as the only fan-shaped spiritual weapon, the glazed jade fan will undoubtedly dominate the competition.
"How did you do it? The poor Huang-order spirit weapons were also taken in, but they were not taken out and thrown away." General Manager Qin swept the fan and Qiankun bag together on the ground.
The two maids were frightened with fright.
They are just ordinary maids, where can you see what is good or bad.
Looking at General Qin's appearance, it seems that these two spiritual weapons are really not influential.
The two maids didn't dare to make a sound, and quickly put away the two pieces of spirit implements, together with the two jade boxes, and discarded them aside.
Chief Qin nodded his head in satisfaction, and continued to carry his hands behind him to check the other spiritual weapons.
In the middle of the night, an old slave with a ricket on his back, holding a broom, was sweeping the courtyard of the mansion.
The old slave seems to be very old and moves slowly.
His broom encountered many jade boxes.
Those jade boxes were all thrown out, and the ranks were below the Xuan ranks, and they were not even qualified for the preliminary round.
The old slave's slightly cloudy eyes glanced at the jade boxes.
"These people are really the first place in the world where garbage is collected. Everything is sent here."
But at this moment, the old slave noticed one of the boxes.
"this is?"
The old slave picked up the fan inside and opened it with a clatter.
It was a fan with ink paintings and landscape paintings. It was smaller than a normal scholar fan. The material looked like it was made of satin.
But the old slave can be sure that this fan is not made of silk.
On the fan, there is a jade belt-like river and a towering mountain.
Looking at the moonlight, the mountains and water on the fan were as if they were alive and lifelike.
hiss--
The old slave couldn't help but got a little interested, and touched the fan with his hand covered with calluses.
"The method of refining is a little bit immature, but it has already begun to take shape, and it is like a fan of Luoshu Mountain and River. Which one is not long-eyed, throw out such a fan.
The old slave was dissatisfied.
As he was about to put away the fan, the old slave's eyelids jumped.
He saw a small bag beside the fan.
When he saw the pocket, the old slave's turbid eyes suddenly became clear.
"Life bag, is it really a bag of life?"
The old slave's wrinkled face glowed with an unprecedented vigor.
With some excitement, he glanced at the next two boxes.
I saw a name called 'Hei Xiaoling' and a name called 'Black Moon'.
These two names, the old slave had never heard of, this is only one possibility, or both of them used pseudonyms.
"Haha, I can't think of it. After so many years of searching, I haven't found anyone who can inherit my mantle. I didn't expect to meet two of them at once this year. This time," The First Forge in the World "really made the old man look forward to. "The old slave laughed and saw his sleeves flicking, and the Shanhe fan and Qiankun bag were all taken into his sleeves."