It was obviously not the first time for everyone except Ling Tian to come to Zishan County.
They all know the rules of Zishan County very well.
Wu Wenlong was worried that Ling Tian did not know the rules of Zishan County, so he explained to Ling Tian in a low voice, "No one is allowed to fight with each other in Zishan County, but if you become enemies with others, you will probably be targeted, and you will be killed after leaving Zishan County. disaster."
"Um."
Ling Tian nodded slightly.
This time, he came to Zishan County with everyone from Wujiabao. In addition to performing escort missions, he only wanted to inquire about some information and had no intention of causing trouble.
Thirty-three people from Wujiabao walked in groups on the streets of Zishan Juncheng, not attracting attention.
In addition to them, many people also traveled in groups, and there was almost no one walking alone.
Ling Tian and others followed Wu He through the streets of Zishan County. After almost half an hour, they stopped in front of a group of buildings.
It is not difficult to guess that the buildings in front of you are all the territory of the Tibetan Soldier Building.
This place is also the destination for everyone in Wujiabao.
"Several of you, we are from Wujiabao."
Wu He signaled everyone to stop, walked towards the middle-aged men stationed in front of the building, and introduced himself politely.
"Are you here to sell fake holy artifacts?"
Among them, the middle-aged man from Zangbinglou learned about the identities of the people in Wujiabao and immediately made a guess.
"yes."
Wu He nodded in agreement.
"Come with me."
The middle-aged man from Zangbinglou was used to seeing this kind of thing, so he turned around after saying hello.
Wu He glanced at everyone in Wujiabao, followed the footsteps of the middle-aged man in the Cangbing Building, and then arrived at the lobby of the Cangbing Building.
"Wait! Don't wander around here!"
The middle-aged man from the Cangbing Building led everyone here, and after giving a contemptuous warning, he walked out of the lobby without any intention of entertaining anyone.
Ling Tian looked at the middle-aged man's leaving back. He felt a little uncomfortable because of the arrogant attitude of the other man. He muttered to Wu Wenlong beside him and asked, "That man just now was just a low-ranking holy king, but he was so arrogant?"
"There is no way, who asked me to work in the Tibetan Military Building?"
Wu Wenlong shrugged helplessly, already accustomed to this.
"Is the Tibetan Army Building very powerful?"
Ling Tian wondered.
It is normal for other people in Wujiabao to be looked down upon.
But what about Wu He?
Wu He was once a member of the Black Armor Army Reserve Battalion, so he should have a certain status in Zishan County.
"Except for the Lord's Mansion of Zishan County, the Cangbing Building should be considered the top three forces in Zishan County, right? The next Holy King is here, and he is only worthy of the current person."
Wu Wenlong sighed and said, "If a force becomes stronger, the dogs below will naturally become more aggressive. This is normal."
"Forehead……"
When Ling Tian heard Wu Wenlong's words, he suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
Is the lower holy king only worthy of the current person?
Now, he is only a lower-ranking Holy King...
Wu Wenlong realized that there was something wrong with what he said, and quickly explained, "Brother Lingtian, don't get me wrong, I didn't mean to look down on you."
"I know."
Ling Tian smiled awkwardly and didn't say much.
He originally thought that after a while, the people from the Tibetan Military Building would come over to take over.
Unexpectedly, this wait actually lasted two hours.
Two hours later, a middle-aged man in fancy clothes walked into the lobby. When he saw Wu He, he immediately laughed and said, "Wu He, long time no see. I'm sorry. I'm too busy. I'm late." Got it!"
"It's okay, I didn't wait long."
Wu He seemed to be familiar with the man in fine clothes, and he laughed when he saw it was him.
Wu Wenlong recognized the man in gorgeous clothes and whispered to Ling Tian, "This man is Weng Ping, one of the managers of the Tibetan Army Pavilion. He and Uncle Wu He stayed in the Black Armor Army Reserve Camp back then."
Ling Tian originally thought that since Weng Ping and Wu He knew each other, the next transaction would go smoothly.
Unexpectedly, Weng Ping walked directly past Wu He and sat down at the front of the lobby without inviting Wu He to take a seat. He picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip, then said slowly, "Wu He , what did you bring when you came here this time?"
"A total of one hundred false holy artifacts."
Wu He undoubtedly felt a little uncomfortable when he saw Weng Ping's arrogant behavior, but he immediately answered Weng Ping's question.
After taking out the ring containing the fake holy weapon, he stepped forward to Weng Ping and personally handed the ring to Weng Ping.
There is no way, in the entire Zishan County, only the Cangbing Building has a high enough bid to collect the fake holy artifacts.
In order to maximize Wujiabao's interests, Wu He could only endure his anger for a while.
With a smile on his face, Weng Ping casually took the ring from Wu He. After briefly checking the pseudo-sacred artifacts in the ring, he said to Wu He calmly, "The quantity is one hundred pieces, but I feel that the quality of this batch of pseudo-sacred artifacts is Not good?"
"how come?"
Wu He's eyes narrowed, "This batch of pseudo-sacred artifacts were all made by my Wujiabao weapon refiner, and there will never be any problems with the quality. Before I got this batch of pseudo-sacred artifacts, I had already prepared them one by one Tested.”
"I heard that the flow of the holy water river near your Wujiabao is no longer what it used to be. I am afraid that some corners were cut during the refining process of these pseudo-holy weapons, and holy water was not used throughout the process, right?"
When faced with Wu He's questioning, Weng Ping looked calm and unhurried, seeming to know a lot about Wujiabao's affairs.
The holy water in the Holy Water River can not only be used to assist cultivation, but can also be used to refine weapons.
If you choose to use holy water to cool down the weapon during the refining process, the quality of the final product will be greatly improved.
"I, the Wujiabao weapon refiner, will never cut corners!"
Wu He looked solemn, shook his head and said firmly.
"Yeah?"
Weng Ping smiled slightly, turned over his hand and took out a long sword.
Holding the hilt of the sword tightly with one hand, the other hand clamped the blade between two fingers.
With a little force, this pseudo-holy sword actually deformed.
Afterwards, he displayed the sword in front of Wu He and said with a joking smile, "Did you see it? I only used 30% of my strength and the sword deformed. Can a sword of this level be used in a life-or-death fight?"
"you……"
Wu He saw that Weng Ping was deliberately making things difficult, and his face darkened instantly.
However, he did not get angry because of this and still restrained himself.
Wu Wenlong and other Wujiabao warriors were not as good-tempered as Wu He.
At this time, he was already furious.
Wu Wenlong, in particular, was clenching his fists.
Just when he was about to scold Weng Ping angrily, Ling Tian's hand pressed on his shoulder.
When he turned to look at Ling Tian, he saw Ling Tian step forward and said with a smile, "As expected of the master of the Hidden Arms Pavilion, what a good trick."
"Um?"
Weng Ping glanced sideways at Ling Tian.
Ling Tian then smiled and said, "If I'm not mistaken, what you control should be the law of strength, right? How can ordinary pseudo-sacred weapons withstand your power without the blessing of a warrior's power? It's not me, Wu The quality of Jiabao’s pseudo-sacred artifacts is not good, it’s because you are too powerful.”
