Yuan Xiangtian swore in public. Faced with the overwhelming will of the Immortal Emperor, sweat continued to drip down his forehead.

After Liu Wuxie finished speaking, he turned around and left the hall, followed quickly by Long Yuanxiong.

It wasn't until Liu Wuxie walked away that Yuan Xiangtian raised his head. Unknowingly, the clothes on his body were already soaked with sweat.

Yuan Guanghuan and the housekeeper's legs were still shaking, as if they had escaped from the gate of hell.

"Who is this Liu Wuxie, and how can he possess such terrifying power?"

The housekeeper said with a lingering fear on his face.

Yuan Xiangtian shook his head. Although he was in the Immortal Lord realm, he didn't know that this was the will of the Immortal Emperor.

In the eyes of the Immortal Emperor, the Immortal Lord is not even an ant.

"Old Rou, take this long sword and go upstream yourself. As you just said, cut off the supply of materials to the Hulin Refining Pavilion. No matter what conditions the other party proposes, we will agree."

Yuan Xiangtian is worthy of being a hero of his generation. Since he has decided on something, he must go all out.

"Master, if we fail to do this, our Yuan family will be in ruins."

The housekeeper's face was full of worry, thinking that the master of the house was a little impulsive.

"Then tell me, if our Yuan family doesn't win first place this year, how many more years can it last?"

Yuan Xiangtian asked the housekeeper.

The latter remained silent. For a whole year, their Yuan family's weapons only sold a few hundred pieces, and they were seriously unable to make ends meet. They would still be on the verge of extinction in a year or two at most.

It's just like this, it's better to take a gamble. Besides, the long sword refined by Liu Wuxie is placed in front of them, and as they are disciples of Baguio Palace, no one can refuse it.

…

"Brother Liu, where should we go next?"

After leaving the Yuan family, Long Yuanxiong asked.

"wait!"

The next thing to do is to wait for the weapon refining conference to start.

People are coming and going on the street, because the Qingxia City Artifact Refining Conference is about to start, and many monks from nearby big cities are coming to observe this grand event.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

There were bursts of sound piercing the air ahead, and several figures were rushing towards Liu Wuxie and the others at extremely fast speeds.

Many people on the street were knocked off their feet after being hit, and a few were so shocked that blood spurted from their mouths and their faces were sluggish.

"Boy, I finally found you."

Rancheng transformed into a vigorous step and appeared in front of Liu Wuxie, his face full of anger.

After leaving last night, he took the woman to other restaurants and secretly arranged for three mercenaries to guard in front of the Jiuhe Tower, waiting for Liu Wuxie to come out and kill him.

As a result, he waited all night at Wanhua Tower but no news came. The three mercenaries seemed to disappear from the world. He happened to be passing by this street just now and saw Liu Wuxie from a distance.

"Brother Liu, who are they?"

Long Yuanxiong turned his head and Liu Wuxie asked.


Chapter completed!