Following Zhu Luan's footsteps, Qin Long arrived in front of Shiyu City.

At the originally bustling gate of Shiyu City, a large number of monks appeared at some unknown time.

Most of them are in the Wenhuo realm, and all of them have wounds on their bodies. If you look closely, you can see that some monks' weapons are full of cracks.

"Why are there so many monks?" Qin Long asked Zhu Luan doubtfully.

Zhu Luan glanced disdainfully at the monks wandering around Shiyu City.

"They are monks from some small sects in the surrounding mountains. When the wolf disaster came, many small sects and families were occupied. These people ran out quickly."

Qin Long nodded silently. He did not expect that the influence of the human soul wolf would be so great.

The densely packed heads in front of the door, at a rough glance, number in the thousands.

In other words, in just one day, more than a dozen small sects and aristocratic families have been occupied.

"It's strange, is the human soul wolf so powerful that it attacked so many sects and families in one day?"

Qin Long was a little confused, but he did not continue to ask Zhu Luan. The other party was just an auctioneer, and he only knew the surface of many things. If he wanted to understand the truth, he would need to ask the fleeing parties.

With the change of pace, Qin Long arrived at the edge of Shiyu City in a short while.

Slowing down his pace, Qin Long slowly moved along the road, focusing most of his attention on the monks on both sides.

Especially those monks who looked seriously injured were the ones he focused on listening to.

A large number of complicated and trivial complaints and complaints flowed into Qin Long's ears and were filtered by him one by one.

There is no shortage of voices complaining everywhere, but these things are the most worthless.

Suddenly, the conversation between two foundation-building stage boys caught Qin Long's attention.

"I don't know how my father is doing now. In order to buy us time to escape, I took the chasing demon wolves to the back mountain."

Another young man comforted him: "Second uncle is a Wenhuo cultivator. As long as he tries to escape, no matter how many demon wolves he tries to escape, he can't be held back. Don't worry. But the scene we saw when we left made me a little worried."

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"Did you see anything when we left?" The monk looked confused and tried to think back for a moment, but he had no clue at all.

"You have forgotten that those demon wolves are entrenched in places with the most spiritual energy."

The monk suddenly said: "I remember, they look like they are practicing!"

"Well, I've never seen monsters before. I didn't expect them to be able to practice like humans. It's so weird."

"Practice?"

Qin Long heard this word and approached the two of them and asked.

The sudden appearance of the black robe startled the two monks. Unable to judge the intention of the black robe's arrival, they looked at each other warily, and the atmosphere fell into an awkward moment.

"Two monks, I am Zhu Luan, the auctioneer of Lijia Auction House, and this is Mr. Molong of our trading house."

Zhu Luan seemed to be very good at dealing with this situation and explained in time.

"Mr. Molong is a weapon refiner. He has been busy refining weapons recently and rarely goes out. I was a little curious when I heard the two of you discussing the magic wolf's training. I would also like to ask you to answer some questions for Mr. Molong."

Zhu Luan's words were not polite, without any apology, and he even forced the other party to explain in detail.

It stands to reason that the two monks were most likely to show dissatisfaction. However, what surprised Qin Long was that the attitude of the two monks towards Zhu Luan became respectful.

"It turns out to be Lord Zhu Luan and Lord Molong."

The two monks bowed to them before continuing: "We are actually not sure about the practice of the demon wolves. At that time, the eel escaped, and we only saw many demon wolves lying down quietly in the place where we practice in the distance. As for the

We are not sure whether he is practicing or not."

"So that's it. Then do you know how many demon wolves are attacking the sect? How many of them are in the foundation-building realm." Qin Long nodded slightly and did not dwell on this matter.

"this..."

The two of them struggled to recall for a while before saying

"There are about a thousand demon wolves, and there are probably a dozen or so of them in the foundation-building realm."

"Yes, when the first batch of demon wolves came, we could easily cut off their heads, but when the second batch of demon wolves came up, there were more than a dozen demon wolves in them that were very difficult to deal with, and they were slashed with swords.

My sword was not used at all and it was broken at that time. Even my father and uncle were injured by them. I think those dozen wolves must be in the foundation building realm."

"Have those ordinary demon wolves whose heads were beheaded ever come back to life?" Qin Long asked coldly.

He remembered the incident in Guimen Mountain where the human soul tiger was injured by Kuang Xiaotian and its wounds could heal automatically.

"Haha, sir, you are joking. Even a martial fire monk cannot be resurrected if his head is chopped off, let alone a little devil wolf."

"Really...thank you."

In the past, the human soul wolves in Guimen Mountain were hovering on the edge without being injured. Now it seems that they will die directly after being beheaded.

Will the Human Soul Tiger be like this too?

There are no human soul wolves practicing in Guimen Mountain. Are those human soul wolves entrenched in places with abundant spiritual energy simply resting?

With these questions in mind, Qin Long ignored the two people who were waiting to continue asking questions. While thinking about it, he turned around and walked towards Li's house.

When he came to his senses, he was already several feet away.

When the two monks saw Qin Long walking away, they breathed a sigh of relief. Qin Long's identity put a lot of pressure on them.

A craftsman who can be respected by the local auctioneer must have a great background. The two were about to change places to continue talking when they heard the man in black robes come back again.

"You two wait!"

"Lord Molong." The two people who were stopped said respectfully.

Qin Long waved and said: "I almost forgot just now. Your news is very useful to me. I will give these two long knives to you as a thank you."

He asked Zhu Luan to take out two long knives from the space bag and handed them to the two monks.

"This is a second-level weapon!"

"No, it's a third-level weapon!"

After one of the monks took the long sword and saw the clean and soft blade, he screamed in surprise.

The value of the third-level weapons is very high, and the third-level weapons refined by the weapon refiner are even more valuable.

The two long knives in front of him were made of fine iron, and shone with silver light. A bit of white light shone with the tip of the knife, and you could tell at a glance that they were not ordinary ones.

He reached out and flicked the blade with spiritual energy, and a crisp clang sound was heard by everyone present.

"It's actually a sword forged from the whole body?" The surprise in the monk's eyes became even greater.

"How did you see it?" Qin Long asked a little strangely.

"Your Excellency, you don't know that I am very interested in weapon refining. This whole-body forged knife is not uniform. The inner part is more rigid than the outer part. There will be a crisp reverberation after being struck, and it is less likely to be damaged in battle."

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"But those weapons that are smelted using ordinary fire methods are exactly the same, and the knocking sound will be a little dull."

Qin Long was confused when he heard this. He had made this knife himself, and he didn't feel anything different from before.

When I first used Yin Yang Fish to refine weapons, I even sold a long sword for thousands of gold coins because it was of the same quality.

Qin Long said in a deep voice, pretending to be profound: "Well, you are right, then you can tell me why the sword cultivator's flying sword must use a sword with a uniform texture."

The monk smiled calmly: "Sir, sword mastery is based on the sword embryo. It requires that the spiritual energy must be transparent and without lag in order to be able to control it flexibly. Naturally, a flying sword that is evenly distributed all over the body is the best."

"But the long knife is mainly used for chopping. If the texture is too uniform, it will suffer."

Qin Long nodded. It turns out that this is the case. As a weapon refiner, he was lectured by a layman.

"Yes, what's your name?"

There was a hint of joy in the hoarse voice behind the mask.

"My lord, my name is Lin Fan."

Qin Long keenly sensed from what he just said that this foundation-building monk named Lin Fan seemed to have innate talents in the art of weapon refining, and he was likely to make great achievements in the field of weapon refining.

If I can keep him by my side, maybe I can take my single weapon refining skill to the next level!

"Lin Fan... Mu Xiu must be extraordinary in Lin. What a good name. I will remember you. I believe we will see each other again one day."

Qin Long smiled inaudibly as he said this, then turned around and led Zhu Luan towards the auction at Weiweili's house.

On the hills of Shiyu Inner City, a building more majestic than the Lijia Auction House stands quietly.

At the top of the building, in front of the huge palace gate, two strong men in the martial fire realm were anxiously waiting for something.

Inside the palace, a line of attractive white appears more and more eye-catching among the dark red curtains.

The beautiful female voice breathed softly and said: "Your Majesty the City Lord, Elder Wen and Elder Chi have been waiting outside for a long time about the demon wolf. If you don't reply to them, your heart may be cold.

"Oh, it's just a demon wolf. What's there to worry about? How can the City Lord's Order be used in a place like this?"

As a bloody eye slowly opened, the majestic voice of Shiyu City Lord Kuang Gui Dou came from deep inside the curtain.

With a slight exertion on his hand, the woman next to him suddenly screamed in pain.

"Lord City Lord, you are hurting the slave family." Following the woman's delicate voice, a red mark of a big hand appeared on the proud thing on her chest.
To be continued...