Duan Lingtian smiled and nodded at the old man, and then urged the birds and beasts under his feet to leave.

"The fourth-grade spiritual weapon with an increase of 'sixty percent'... Could it be related to 'that person'? No! Even 'that person' spent his entire life refining only two pieces with an increase of 'fifty-nine percent'

There is no fourth-grade spiritual weapon with an increase of '60%' among the fourth-grade spiritual weapons."

As soon as an idea arose in the old man's heart, it was shattered by himself.

In his eyes, the purple figure disappearing in the distance was so mysterious.

"You, quickly take this picture to the lobby on the first floor, paste it on the bulletin board in the lobby... and make a statement: No matter who you are, whoever finds the 'medicinal material' on the picture will get a '60%' increase

Fourth-grade spiritual sword!”

The old man looked at the boy and said solemnly.

"yes."

The boy left in response.

The old man also left the counter and headed for the stairs leading upstairs.

In a moment, he arrived outside a pavilion on the fifth floor.

"Lord Pavilion Master!"

The old man stood outside, bowing and saluting.

Jubao Pavilion is an industry owned by a powerful force in the Han Dynasty.

Distributed throughout the Han Dynasty.

Even the major empires under the Han Dynasty also had branches of the Jubao Pavilion.

Each branch has a ‘Pavilion Master’.

Hanhe City is no exception.

Not only that, because Hanhe City was the most prosperous commercial city in the Han Dynasty, the master of the Jubao Pavilion in Hanhe City was a powerful man with astonishing strength.

No one knows how powerful this pavilion master is.

However, although the Jubao Pavilion in Hanhe City contains many treasures, few people dare to come to ask for wildfire.

This shows the intimidating power of this pavilion master.

"Come in."

A loud voice came from the pavilion.

Follow the old man outside the building into the pavilion.

A middle-aged man standing with his back to him appeared in his sight.

"Is something wrong?"

The middle-aged man turned around, stared at the old man with lightning eyes, and asked.

"Lord Pavilion Master, look at this."

Although, judging from his appearance alone, the old man could be the father of a middle-aged man, he was respectful and did not dare to show any slights when facing the middle-aged man.

As he spoke.

In his hand, there was an extra sword, a spiritual sword.

"This is?"

The middle-aged man raised his hand, but no movement was seen.

The spiritual sword in the old man's hand instantly flew up and landed firmly in his hand.

It's like being pulled by an invisible force.

If Duan Lingtian were here and saw this scene, he would definitely be shocked.

Just because what the middle-aged man is now using is the method of 'retrieving objects from the air'...

Retrieve items from a distance.

It seems simple, but is actually extremely difficult.

If it were not for a powerful warrior, this would not be possible.

However, when faced with the middle-aged man's method of 'retrieving things from afar', the old man didn't seem surprised at all, as if he was used to it.

The middle-aged man's eyes fell on the spiritual sword in his hand.

After a while, his eyes suddenly condensed, "What a mysterious weapon refining technique... This 'fourth-grade spiritual sword' can at least increase its power by '59%'! Could it be the masterpiece of that old guy?"

"

Later, the middle-aged man murmured to himself.

The old man standing respectfully aside was not surprised that the middle-aged man could see the "extraordinary" spirit sword with his naked eyes.

Just because he knew that the master of the pavilion was a ‘fourth-grade weapon refiner’ himself!

He is also one of the only five known ‘fourth-grade weapon refiners’ in the Han Dynasty.

"wrong!"

Soon, the middle-aged man shook his head again and murmured: "I have seen the two top-grade fourth-grade spiritual weapons that the old guy refined, but there is no spiritual sword... Could this be his latest work?"

After talking to himself, the middle-aged man looked at the old man and asked in a deep voice: "Who stored this sword in our Treasure Pavilion?"

"It's a young man."
Chapter completed!