Chapter 258 Thousand Games Conference

To ensure safety, Chen Musheng and Zhu Yun did not intend to take Wang Bo to Qianji Island, but only let Wang Bo stay in the airship and wait for him to come back.

When you come to a strange city and want to find out all the news, the Hunter Guild must be the best choice. Although this barren floating island is very small, there is really a stronghold opened by the Hunter Guild in one of the most inconspicuous corners of the city.

The base is very small, with only a house with some leaks and an old hunter in charge of the business. The reason why the Hunter Guild set up a base here is because there are still some bounty hunters to Qianji Island every year, and Liuli Island is the only way to Qianji Island.

"Old man, I am one of the top ten hunting kings. You won't come out to greet you..." Zhu Yun proudly held the golden badge representing the symbol of the hunting king in his hand, and stood outside the door and shouted to the old hunter inside the house.

The howling wind tear his voice intermittently.

Chen Musheng walked into the house with a smile, because Zhu Yun's huge body could not get into the door frame less than seven feet long.

"Senior, this is my badge. I want to ask you for help." After Chen Musheng entered the house, he came to the hunter who was dozing off on the table and said with a smile.

Hiding in the house to shelter the wind was an old man wearing a dark gray robe and white hair. When he saw the golden badge appear in front of him, he couldn't help but take off the crystal glasses on the bridge of his nose and rub the faint old eyes hard.

"Hunting King!"

The old man looked at Chen Musheng's young face and then looked at his golden badge.

"Mr. Hunter King, my name is Su Boyong. If you have any needs, just talk." The old man has been living on this Liuli Island for most of his life, and this is the first time he has seen a big man of the Hunter King level.

"We want to go to Qianji Island. Where should we take the airship to Qianji Island?" Chen Musheng asked.

"Oh, it's a coincidence. The airship to Qianji Island today flew away early in the morning. Hunter, you have to wait for tomorrow. Go to Qianji Port in the south of the city to take a ride. You need to pay 2,000 taels of silver." Su Boyong slapped his forehead and said unfortunately.

"It's okay, we'll rest in the city for a night and we'll be on the way tomorrow." Chen Musheng nodded and smiled.

Su Boyong laughed: "That's true. There is still more than half a month before the 'Thousand Mechanical Conference', and the time is still very good."

"Thousand-machine Conference?" Chen Musheng asked back.

Su Boyong showed a puzzled expression: "What? Didn't Lord Hunter go to attend the Thousand Games Conference and ask the old man Wu Zi to help build weapons?"

"What's the saying here?" Chen Musheng.

"It seems that I misunderstood it. That's right. As the world's number one craftsman, the old monk, begged him to help forge a powerful man of a truly peerless magic weapon, which is really unreasonable. But it is not so easy to ask for money. It is not possible to do it with money. Moreover, the old monk has a rule that only forges seven weapons every year. The forging of peerless magic weapons is extremely risky, but no matter whether each forging is successful or not, the cost of the forging of five million taels cannot be lost." Su Boyong talked jokingly, probably because he stayed alone in this place where birds do not shit for a long time, and he kept talking as soon as he opened the conversation.

"What a big and elegant." Chen Musheng listened with relish and signaled Su Boyong to continue.

Su Boyong smiled and said, "Although the old monk has many rules, the skill of forging weapons is indeed powerful, and it is enough to be the title of the world's number one craftsman. Those truly powerful warriors, who only hunt ferocious beasts, will not earn tens of millions of taels a year? So they will not take this little money into consideration. Having a handy weapon is the most important thing. So, there are many warriors who go to Qianji Island to beg for the old monk to help for forging weapons every year. So the old monk held this "Thousand Ji Conference". As long as they have various rare ores, beast crystals, and necessary materials for forging, as long as they can make the old monk moved, he will help him create a weapon with his own hands."

"In previous years, how many weapons did the old monk make in the Thousand-Action Conference?" Chen Musheng asked with a smile.

Su Boyong shook his head and said, "It is rare to see the old man's eyes. Every time at the Thousand Mechanical Conference, a strong man had the opportunity to get this opportunity, but there were several times in previous years, but everyone's strong man was lost."

"It happened this time, so I must go and see it." Chen Musheng said.

Su Boyong laughed: "I heard that many masters from the five major families, as well as the Killer Guild and the Blacksmith Guild, have come. Among the top ten hunting kings in our Hunting King Guild, apart from you, several of them have already gone to Qianji Island. However, the old man's temple is small, and those big people will not come."

"There are so many strong people?" Chen Musheng thought to himself, vaguely feeling that this trip to Qianji Island was probably not as simple as he thought.

However, it was also quite exciting to see so many people who were originally at the peak of the Tianwu Realm.

After saying goodbye to Su Boyong, Chen Musheng quickly walked out of the door and saw Zhu Yun standing in the howling wind, cursing at the ghost weather.

"Brother Zhu, let's go. Find a place to live, and go to Qianji Island tomorrow to see the so-called strong people!"

Night falls and the wind does not stop.

The night on Liuli Island came very early. When the sky darkened, the people in the city stayed at home without leaving their homes. In the quiet city, there was only the sound of the bitter wind.

In the center of the city, dozens of feet away from the Killer Guild stronghold, there is the only double-storey loft in the city, with slightly dim lights filling a room on the second floor.

A tall man in black clothes covered with black cloth was placing one foot on the dining table, his chair leaning back slightly, sitting in it with a leisurely look.

Two plates of dried fruit, a pot of wine, and two wine glasses were placed on the table.

The mysterious man in black shook his head and began to drink by himself.

I don't know how long it took.

The wind outside was blowing even harder.

At this time, light footsteps sounded outside the door, and walked to the front of the door step by step, and a petite figure flashed in with a huge package.

"You are late again, I have been waiting here for a day." The man in black said in a calm tone, pouring wine and drinking on his own.
Chapter completed!