A big stick sweeps across the wilderness

Divine Weapon Sect.

It is only a hundred miles away from Xianyue Sect.

The environment is vastly different.

Vast tracts of forest have been cleared. The ground is covered with a thick layer of plant ash.

There was a thick fog in the sky that could not be blown away by the wind.

Not to mention the ordinary people who came to attach themselves to him, not even a mouse could be seen.

Fang Yuan picked his nose, but he didn't know whether what he dug out was boogers or black ash: "Good guys, have we walked into a certain Jedi place?"

When he turned around, he saw that Jiang Yu and others had a layer of water covering their bodies. Filter out the black ash.

"You...you are showing off on purpose, right?"

Among the few people, he was the only one who couldn't do water-based witchcraft.

Jiang Yu nodded matter-of-factly and said, "That's right. You have discovered such a secret thing. You are very observant."

"I'll beat your head off!" Fang Yuan tried to roll his eyes at Jiang Yu.

At this time, a strong man with muscles all over his body came up from a distance.

There is no cultivation at all. But the tone was extremely unkind: "The territory of the Shenbing Sect is not allowed to be trespassed by idlers."

Several people were a little stunned.

It is rare for an ordinary person to be so arrogant and not beaten to death.

Fang Yuan quickly handed over his hand: "We are here to buy weapons."

The strong man looked at the few people suspiciously, and finally focused on the big spirit and the little monster.

There was no surprise on his face, but his tone was still harsh: "The weapons of the Shenbing Sect are not cheap. Demon pets are not allowed inside."

His request was not too much.

After all, ferocious beasts are not like humans. Loss of control and injuries occur from time to time.

Jiang Yu and others looked at each other.

Han Xinshuang took the initiative and said: "Let me and the monsters stay outside. The environment here is too bad, and I have no interest in it."

She was dissatisfied with the strong man's attitude. What he said was a bit like a slap in the face.

The strong man seemed not to have heard him: "Come with me."

The weird feeling in Jiang Yu's heart became even worse.

He lowered his voice and warned in the ears of Fang Yuan and Araguan Ruoxue: "Be careful."

"Ok!"

The Shenbing Sect was built on a black hill.

The rocks have a dark luster.

The belly of the mountain was hollowed out.

It is not built upward, but all the way down.

There is a piece of fluorite more than ten feet away in the dark and narrow passage.

It gives people a cramped and depressing feeling.

The group walked five or six miles away. Finally arrived at the weapons exhibition hall.

The eyes suddenly widened, causing several people to let out a sigh of relief subconsciously.

Fang Yuan murmured in a low voice: "If I had known it was like this inside, I would have stayed outside to tease the dog."

Jiang Yu didn't chat with him and frowned slightly.

This level is filled with weapons made of bone, stone, and wood.

Dazzling.

There are many craftsmen next door who are polishing and making weapons.

What made Jiang Yu feel wrong was that there was no immortal cultivator among the craftsmen.

There was a bit of numbness in his eyes.

No matter how arrogant a sect is, it should at least leave a few monks of similar strength to guard the gate, right?

But here it seems like it was done on purpose.

There is a strange arrogance.

The strong man leading the way stepped aside, with a hint of impatience in his voice: "Choose for yourself!"

Jiang Yu shook his head: "I want to buy ironware."

"Iron weapon?" The strong man's eyes flashed slightly: "Follow me."

After saying that, he turned around and walked deeper.

Don't care if the people behind you follow.

Jiang Yu followed leisurely and suddenly chuckled: "The Shenbing Sect is built in the Black Mountain, so your heart will be dyed black, right?"

He did not lower his voice, deliberately letting the strong man walking in front hear.

But the strong man showed no reaction and turned a deaf ear to the words that insulted the sect.

Fang Yuan leaned close to Jiang Yu and asked quietly: "What did you see?"

Jiang Yu shook his head slightly: "Let's take a look at the situation first."

When he was in the White Thorn Tribe, Black Turtle gave him two earth-attribute witches as a gift.

It has never been able to exert its power.

When he went down to the bottom of the cave, he unexpectedly discovered that he actually had some ability to detect the soil layer.

The thickness within one foot is within the range of perception.

This spiraling downward corridor is full of large and small mechanisms.

There are several traps that even Jiang Yu can feel threatened by.

Not long after, the strong man walked to a stone door.

Put your hands on the door. The muscles all over his body bulged, and a muffled cry came from his throat.

"Click..."

The stone door was slowly pushed open.

A scorching air wave rushed over.

There was the sound of "ping ping ping ping pong".

The weapons displayed on the stone platform are still mainly bones and wood. It's just covered with iron sheets and nails.

There are a few cast iron sledgehammers though. But those things are used to fool laymen.

It doesn't look solid at first glance.

There are a few immortal cultivators among the craftsmen on this level, but their realm has not exceeded the foundation building stage.

Jiang Yu glanced around briefly, showing no interest at all.

He had a stone ax the size of a millstone.

It is the weapon of the long-bearded old man.

It seems that we can only make do with it for a while.

Although they didn't want to stay in a place like this any longer, they were a little reluctant to leave just like this after coming all the way.

So I asked more: "These are the only things? Are there any better ones?"

Jiang Yu's smile was crystal clear: "We should be considered a big customer. You'd better find a manager to lead the way."

The strong man nodded, turned and left.

Aragaki Ruoxue reminded in a voice as loud as a mosquito: "How could a patrolling disciple leave his post without permission? Take us down to the hinterland of the sect?"

Fang Yuan also echoed: "I'm confused too."

Jiang Yu glanced at the craftsmen calmly, with a trace of ridicule in his eyes: "These people are all controlled. The technique is similar to the nine-tailed fox's illusion, but it is more brutal."

After hearing his words, Fang Yuan and Araguan Ruoxue felt a chill in their hearts.

Wu Li is restrained and ready to take action at any time.

Jiang Yu had a playful expression on his face: "That guy just met us, rather he was there waiting for us."

Araguan Ruoxue's face darkened slightly, and a sullen look flashed in her eyes: "Only the pair of master and servant and the Xianyue Sect know that we are here."

Jiang Yu shook his head.

They traveled all the way without deliberately concealing their whereabouts. As long as you are willing to investigate, it is not difficult to guess the purpose of this trip.

At this moment, an old man three feet tall walked slowly with his hands behind his back.

The leather armor on his body was covered with iron nails. It's like showing off.

He also deliberately released the power of the pill formation stage.

He spoke in a high-pitched and strange voice that made people want to pick out their ears: "I am Yan Kuan, the forged iron elder of the Divine Weapon Sect. How many of you are here to ask for the Divine Weapon?"

Jiang Yu quickly bowed his hands.

Finding that the other party was too short, he bent down a little further: "I would like to ask for a stick that I can use. It's heavier and stronger."

Yan Kuan raised his eyebrows, and the disdain in his eyes became more intense: "Stick? Are the weapons here still unable to get into your eyes?"

Fang Yuan drew out his long knife and inserted it into the ground with a clang: "Elder Yan, if your weapon cannot even reach this level, then we can only leave with regret."

Yan Kuan's contempt disappeared instantly, replaced by surprise and greed: "Alchemy is easy, forging iron is difficult. What kind of iron is this... made of? This craftsmanship, this luster, it is simply an artifact!"

Fang Yuan completely gave up hope.

Iron spirits are indeed rare. But the craftsmanship is only produced by the blacksmith shop of the White Thorn tribe.

Calling this kind of thing a divine weapon, it seems that the Shenbing Sect can't come up with anything good.

Seeing that Yan Kuan wanted to reach out and touch him, he immediately put away the knife: "It seems that this trip was in vain. Let's go!"

"Wait a moment!"

Yan Kuan hurriedly stopped him: "To be honest, the Divine Weapon Sect cannot produce a treasure of this kind. But in the deepest part of our sect, there is an ancient divine craftsman. If you can ask him to take action, you can measure it." Customized divine weapons.”

Jiang Yu keenly caught a hint of murderous intent.

However, he is very talented and bold. I am very curious about the so-called ancient craftsman.

More importantly, there was a faint aura deeper in the ground that attracted him.

This feeling……

Somewhat cordial.