Chapter 68 The Story of the Square Artifact Master

Author: Ye Wei Ranran

Chapter 68 The Story of the Square Artifact Master

A rough voice came, "I have lived in this room for several years, can't I lose more?"

Speaking, the man was burly, with his arms exposed, and a huge hammer on his waist, and it seemed that the top of his head could reach the roof.

The guy was sweating coldly, "But ten low-grade spirit stones a day are cheap enough, you..."

Yangyin quietly approached Mu Anran, "This senior seems to have a golden elixir cultivation. Why can't he even take out ten low-grade spirit stones? This is too miserable."

The burly monk looked at Yangyin.

Yangyin is a stalemate.

It's over! How can this be heard?

Just when he wanted a solution, the burly monk took out the spirit stone from the storage bag, "Then let's stay for one month first."

The guy quickly breathed a sigh of relief and handed him a specific check-in card, "If you don't have it, go and fight monsters, there will always be spirit stones..."

The burly monk looked at him silently.

The guy quickly shut up.

The burly monk passed by Mu Anran without saying a word and walked out of here.

Only then did Yangyin find his voice, "What! I forgot to use voice transmission!"

This is a Jindan monk, and he felt scared.

Seeing this, the guy said, "You don't have to be afraid of this senior. Don't look at Senior Fang's fierce appearance, but he doesn't blame anyone for his crimes." He sighed, "It's good for others, and his cultivation is high, but it's all day long."

I stayed in the cliff refining weapon and didn’t want to earn some spirit stones…”

Mu Anran took a look at the terrain.

The terrain condensed by spiritual energy restored the house on the cliff well. Mu Anran chose one and "rented for half a year first."

Then he said vaguely, "Aren't those who live in the cliff cultivating all the tools and cultivating them? Where do you need to catch monsters? Refining weapons is enough to live."

The guy shook his head, "Senior Fang never takes out things."

Yangyin couldn't help but answer, "Is it because his skills are particularly poor and no one cares about it?"

The guy lowered his voice, "No! Senior Fang's reputation for refining weapons has been spread for a long time, but I heard that since decades ago, even if many people come to him, Senior Fang has refused!"

The guy regrets, "Why can't you get along with the spirit stone? I don't know what happened."

When he walked out of the place where he rented a house, Yangyin couldn't help but wonder, "It's so strange, why don't such a famous weapon master sell weapons?"

Mu Anran glanced at him, "Don't you claim to know Shouyun City the best?"

Yangyin touched his nose, "I am familiar with the place, but..." He grinded his teeth, "But who am I? You will know just by asking at night!"

Mu Anran nodded, "So that's it."

"Hey, what's your expression? Don't believe me?"

Mu Anran returned to the cliff and walked towards the third cliff. He could easily see a house located here.

The spiritual energy rising from the token received from the rental house suddenly opened a stone house door.

"It should be here..." Yang Yin's words came to an abrupt end and hurriedly approached Mu Anran, "Ah! He's here, he's here! Are you going to settle the score with me!"

At the end of the trail, a tall and burly figure slowly approached them.

Mu Anran squinted his eyes and looked at him.

Neither she nor Yangyin were as tall as his shoulders. The hammer on his waist emitted a cold light, making him even more inhumane.

He didn't even look at Mu Anran and Yangyin at all, and opened a room and closed the door.

Yangyin was stunned, "What the hell is luck! You are neighbors with him! No! You should change the room! What if he holds a grudge against you!"

Mu Anran didn't care, "It was you who said the wrong thing, not me."

She opened the door and said, "Okay, you can't tell me this time that you'll go home and go home."

"Bang!"

The door is closed.

Yangyin, “…”

The temperature here is very high. If Mu Anran had not lived in Wuweiyuan for a period of time, he would definitely not be able to bear it.

"Just treat it as a body refining." She murmured and lay on the stone bed.

"Tsk, it's so hard."

The stone house was unexpectedly large, probably located on the cliff, and was for use by five large and three thick instruments, so when it was replaced by Mu Anran, the house was a bit large and empty.

She stretched out her fingers boredly, and the spiritual power of her fingertips drew an arc in the air as she moved.

"He's really there." Mu Anran breathed out, "It seems that this story is about to happen."

Mu Anran concentrated on feeling for a while, but did not feel the rest of the thread on his body.

As soon as she thought, two lines appeared faintly.

One belongs to Yu Lan and the other belongs to the Mirror.

It is worth noting that the two lines give her the feeling...

Both of them were approaching.

Yu Lan is easy to understand. After all, sooner or later she will return to the Beast Control Sect because of Yu Yue. What about the false mirror?

If he doesn’t stay on the Demon Island, why are he coming to guard Yuncheng?

Mu Anran sat up suddenly and murmured in disbelief, "Isn't it here to look for me?"

She was stunned for a while, then said "tsk", "It's really troublesome."

With a bounce of his fingertips, the thunder-type spiritual power ejected out, and blue smoke flew out from the corner of the stone house.

Mu Anran sat cross-legged.

If the soldiers come to block the water and soil, she should practice hard, and her foundation-building cultivation is still too weak.

Mu Anran closed her eyes, and the thunder-type spiritual power gradually absorbed into her body, and her breathing gradually became longer.

Cultivating immortals does not know the years.

In the end, Mu Anran was awakened by her hot body surface, and she quickly jumped off the stone bed.

"What are you doing? This place is really not something that people live in."

She opened the door and found a figure squatting in front of the door.

"Yang Yin? What the hell are you doing?"

Yangyin was pitiful, "Why did you stay there for half a month?"

Mu Anran yawned, "What are you looking for me?"

Yangyin hesitates.

"Don't your family take you in?"

Yangyin was angry, "No! They just... just want to send me to Jingshan!"

"Jingshan? Become a monk?"

Yangyin's hair became shorter, as if it was being squeezed and cut.

"Stop talking! Every time I send me up, every time I turn me away, I will turn me out! It makes me seem like I want to be a monk!"

Mu Anran hugged his arms, "By the way, why are your family persistent in making you a monk?"

Yangyin jumped up, "I won't talk about this anymore! I'll ask you what you want to know!"

Something she wants to know?

"What?"

"The artifact next to you is the artifact! His name is Fang Ling! You should know that alchemy has been inseparable since ancient times. Fang Ling was led in by a alchemist when he embarked on the path of artifact cultivation!"

Mu Anran was speechless.

When did she want to know this from Yangyin?

He took a casual word to heart.

But Mu Anran looked at the room that had a crack open beside him, nodded, "What's the matter?"

"Then..." Yangyin lowered his voice, "It was about fifty years ago that the alchemist was so crazy that he died of devilishness! It was also from that time that the weapon master Fang Ling would no longer take out weapons!"

“Cruff!”

The door next to it is opened.

Fang Ling stood at the door, with a burly figure, which put a lot of pressure on people.

Yangyin froze.
Chapter completed!