Cha Wenshu was extremely reluctant, so he did not investigate Jianting's achievements, but instead investigate Jianting's rival made great contributions, but he did not dare to show it, so he hurriedly bowed: "Abide by the order of the Prison Lord!"

After saying that, Cha Wenshu flashed and left.

Nan Tuotian looked at the thick sword forging stove and nodded and praised: "It's indeed a good thing. No wonder Maoshi Auction House values ​​this thing so much. It seems that Fengqiong Sword Village has also used some means, otherwise how could it be possible to forcefully borrow such a valuable treasure? Could it be that the old guy took action personally?"

The speaker was unintentional, and the listener was intentional. Yan Lan frowned and asked in a voice transmission: "Master Master, who is the old guy you are talking about? I took this sword forging furnace, but I completely offended Fengqiong Sword Village, so I want to know which powerful people are in Fengqiong Sword Village, and it is best to know their cultivation level and their ultimate skills."

Nan Tuotian smiled slightly and said in a voice transmission: "I am also randomly guessing about this matter. There is an old man from Fengqiong Jianzhuang who has extremely high sword skills and has no trace. In addition, he is also a member of the Jiandao Alliance and is one of the two elders of the Senior Branch of the Sword Alliance."

Yan Lan was slightly stunned. He didn't expect that Feng Qiong Jianzhuang had something to do with the Jiandao Alliance.

After pondering for a little, Yan Lan said: "What are the main strong people in the Wuzhou High-level League of Sword Alliance? Can you explain in detail the two elders you just mentioned?"

Yan Lan knew some of the positions of the Sword Alliance, but perhaps not all the leagues in each area are the same, so he wanted to know about it.

Nan Tuotian sent a voice transmission: "In the Wuzhou High-level Branch of the Sword Alliance, there is one leader, one deputy leader, and two elders. It seems that four people are actually three. Because the leader and the deputy leader are the original deity and the clone respectively, the real power is controlled by one person. This person has cultivated into an external incarnation, and the original deity and clone both have reached the level of the divine division stage. As for the elders, there are only two, which shows that it is extraordinary to be an elder of the high-level division."

Yan Lan nodded slightly and said in a voice transmission: "Then do you know what kind of cultivation you have to achieve to be an elder of the Sword Alliance?"

Nan Tuotian shook his head and said, "I don't know, this is the secret of the Sword Alliance. However, the old man Fengqiong Jianzhuang's cultivation was already famous for his hundred years ago. It was at that time that he became the elder of the Sword Alliance. Now his cultivation is probably even more unfathomable. So I guess that Maoshi Auction House must be forced by the old man and handed over the sword forging furnace obediently."

Yan Lan nodded and pondered without saying a word.

...

Thirty thousand miles away from Hongqian Prison, an ancient tower hall stands.

The reason why it is called the Tower Hall is because this building is the hall below and the tower above, which is integrated into one and is quite unique.

In the tower hall, the atmosphere in a magnificent hall is particularly depressing.

A monk with a round face sat on the main seat. Not only did he have a round face, his chin was rounder, but his mouth was also very large.

The man shook his head and sighed, "Hey, the damn Fengqiong Jianzhuang is so damn thick-skinned. I have used it for so long to borrow our sword forging stove, but I am addicted to it. At first, I still look like I have returned it. Now it seems that they want to take it for themselves at all. They have no intention of returning it at all. It's so shameless and extremely shameless!"

The round-faced monk slapped the table while scolding. The "bang bang" sound echoed in the hall, and more than ten monks below did not dare to breathe.

Under the monk with a round face, there was a woman sitting. She looked about thirty years old, with a rich face, and thick eyebrows. She had a long rose-red head, wrapped in silver gauze, and was about to come out of her chest. She looked simple from a distance and luxurious from a close distance. She should be a person with a good identity.

The woman pondered for a moment, but smiled and said, "Master Xing is injured, don't be angry."

The round-faced man shook his head and said unhappily: "How could I not get angry? Even Hongqian Prison cannot get the Forging Sword Forging Stove. In my opinion, unless the four major forces such as Hei Pan Pavilion, Zangrui Hall, Dragon and Tiger Palace take action, perhaps with the help of the three alliances, they can get the Forging Stove Stove from Fengqiong Jianzhuanghu."

At this moment, the round-faced cultivator seemed to have a crying voice and continued, "This sword forging furnace is the treasure of our Maoshi Auction, a magic weapon of the seventh grade of human realm. It requires a soul realm to reach at least the seventh grade of human realm. The cultivation level is best to reach the third level to be refined. It is all because of the old man Fengqiong Jianzhuang who has been in seclusion for a hundred years, never leaving early or late, but it has emerged in this year. Why is he still going to the coffin without getting old and not getting old?"

The round-faced man is the owner of Maoshi Auction House, named Fan Lan, and his cultivation is the peak of the second god dispersion of the gods. As his name suggests, he inherits his family business and is lazy. He is a veritable second generation rich man. If he hadn't had a big family business and a great elixir and various magic medicines given to him, how could he reach this level of cultivation?

The woman is the housekeeper of Maoshi Auction House, named Cheng Qingmeng. She has a cultivation level of Yiyan Dispersed God in the middle stage. If she hadn't hosted Maoshi Auction House, she would have been afraid that her huge foundation would have collapsed long ago.

Cheng Qingmeng said calmly: "Master Xing, I said at the beginning that Hongqianzhuo is not able to retrieve the sword forging furnace from Fengqiong Jianzhuang. Now that things have come to this, I can only find another method. I wonder if you have a good solution?"

There are more than ten monks standing on both sides of the hall. They are all deacons of Maoshi Auction House, and their cultivation is mostly in the infancy period.

Everyone shook their heads and sighed. All the monks of Maoshi Auction House could not even beat the owner of Fengqiongjian Village, let alone fight against the mysterious old man.

Seeing this, Fan Lan fell hard on the back of the seat and said sadly: "Hey, I have no choice but to go to Hongqian Prison. This radius of 100,000 miles. Which other company is like Hongqian Prison, who specializes in asking for debts? No, okay, that depends on strength. Without the strong man in the Sanyan Dispersion God Stage, you will only be beaten by others if you ask for it."

A person in the hall said, "Master Xing, otherwise we will offer a reward, and as long as we can get the sword forging furnace back, we will give a reward."

"Good idea..."

The cultivators praised him repeatedly.

Cheng Qingmeng shook his head and said, "How easy is it? How many spirit stones can we take out? One hundred thousand or one million? Those who are capable of getting the sword forging furnace look down on those spirit stones at all. They can sell them at any underground black market, which is higher than our rewards; those who are tempted to offer rewards are afraid that they can't even enter the gate of Fengqiong Jianzhuang."

The cultivators were silent and silent.

The hall was silent.

Not long after, a man said, "I thought Hongqian Prison was so powerful. So that's it. If Hongqian Prison cannot get the sword forging furnace back, we will destroy his reputation and put pressure on him, so that he will be motivated..."

"Who wants to destroy my reputation as Hongqian Prison?"

An unpleasant voice rolled over a hundred miles away and rushed into the hall like a storm.

Cheng Qingmeng narrowed his eyes and stood up suddenly. The little white rabbit on his chest swayed repeatedly, causing many monks below to have their eyes wide open.

"The Hongqian Prison Prison Inspection and Prison Management comes from afar, welcome!"

Cheng Qingmeng bowed and smiled, and removed the ban outside, with a slight puzzlement in his eyes.

"Hmph, it's so shameless to dare to come to the door!"

Many monks muttered in their hearts that if the people from Hongqian Prison work, they would not have to be depressed and worried all day long in the past six months.

Cha Wenshu entered the hall with ease, noticed the disdainful eyes of everyone, and raised his lips slightly, "What? I think all the people in Hongqian Prison are useless?"

Everyone said nothing, but their eyes answered, "Isn't it useless?"

Cha Wenshu couldn't care who got the sword forging furnace at this moment, so he straightened his chest and said proudly: "We Hongqian Zhu helped you get the sword forging furnace. I came here to inform you personally. Is this your way of hospitality?" (To be continued.)

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