There was an old man sitting in the middle of the hall. His hair was gray, but he was tall, with bronze skin and bulging muscles that looked very strong.
In particular, the pair of arms were thick and strong, and the muscles seemed to be piled on them, and the veins were bulging, all of which showed that his strength was extraordinary.
A pair of big copper bell-like eyes were shining, two deep lines seemed to have been carved with a carving knife between the eyebrows, and there was a silver sideburn around the corner of the mouth.
He didn't speak much, he only spoke one sentence after another, but he spoke one sentence at a time. In addition, his eyebrows were as high as snow peaks, which gave him an unstoppable power.
This person's surname is Xiu Ming, he is the president of the Weapon Refiner Association, and he has the ninth level of spiritual king cultivation.
Below him on the left is a middle-aged man about forty years old. He has a tall build, thick eyebrows and a square face, and a majestic appearance.
There are bulging muscles on the smooth jade skin, and even a blue gown cannot hide the explosive power under the skin.
His surname is Wen Zimo. From his name alone, we can see his parents' expectations for him since he was a child, but in the end he accidentally embarked on the path of a weapon refiner.
He is the vice-president of the Weapon Refiner Association. He has the third level of spiritual king cultivation, and his physical body has reached the fifth level of the golden body.
At this moment, the two middle-aged men sitting at the bottom were arguing over a resolution. Both of them were blushing, but they still insisted on their opinions without giving in.
Wen Zimo frowned slightly, "Everything is based on past experience. If there are any excesses, they will be reported separately and we will discuss them together..."
The competition will only start in a few days. Since we have found the Weapon Refining Association, we should not rush there yet. Yan Liang started to look for an inn.
I scanned through the rows with my mind and soon found several top ten inns. They all had a special sign next to their shop signs, with the words "Top Ten" in the center of the sign.
He chose the nearest inn called Wushuang, put the golden boy into the spirit beast bag, and walked in with the four of them.
At this moment, there were several people at the door of Wushuang Inn who were kicked out by the guards, "This is not a place where you can live with a spiritual stone. Don't run wild here. If you don't leave quickly, I worry about your lives..."
A middle-aged man with a short stature and some fatness waved his hand angrily and said sternly: "What the hell? You can be so arrogant when you open an inn. Have you ever been so angry in our local area..."
"Well, this is the Daliang Empire after all, and there are so many powerful people. You'd better say less..."
"Junior brother, it's useless to talk any more. Let's go find a place to live somewhere else as soon as possible..."
Yan Liang frowned slightly, looking at the few people who were cursing and leaving. They all had Ling Sect cultivation and served the same purpose, so they should be disciples of the same sect.
Seeing that they all had silver pass cards on their chests, I thought of the Tiangong Sect and the others, wondering if they would encounter obstacles everywhere when looking for an inn.
Thinking of this, my heart suddenly became lively, and I secretly wanted to leave two rooms for them.
A tall maid with clear eyes at the door hurriedly greeted the five of them when she saw them, but she was stopped as soon as she took two steps, "I will personally receive this guest..."
A young and beautiful woman with a hot figure and half-exposed breasts walked up quickly from the inn.
She was Lu Niang, the steward of the reception department, and she saw the five people's golden pass sign from a distance.
All high-level people who appear here are received by her. She has rich reception experience and sophisticated ways of dealing with people.
The maid with clear eyes suddenly felt a little disappointed, bowed slightly and stepped back, looking at her with eyes full of envy and helplessness.
"Welcome to our Wushuang Inn. We have specially prepared deluxe rooms for distinguished guests. Please..."
Entering the inn, the first thing that catches your eye is a huge plaque directly opposite, with the four words "Wu Shuang Inn" written in gold.
Those four characters are written like a dragon and a snake, vigorous and powerful, and there is a faint sense of special sword intent.
When Yanliang saw these four words, he felt a roar in his head, and he was already in an ancient battlefield, with countless monsters and ghosts rushing towards him.
All of them have deep auras and terrifying murderous auras, and none of them are weak.
"Qiang!"
Suddenly there was a sword cry, and a golden sword energy slashed out, like a rising dragon, sweeping across hundreds of feet in an instant.
This sword energy contains special power, and monsters and monsters explode wherever it passes. This sword is so domineering that nothing can exist wherever it passes.
Yue'er and Yun'er glanced at each other for a moment, then they felt the sword energy was shocking and the piercing pain in their eyes, so they hurriedly looked away.
Lu Niang saw Yan Liang and Wu Xinghuai staring at the plaque, as if they were in an illusion, and hurriedly exclaimed: "Dear guests, please don't look too long..."
Before she finished speaking, Zeng Youhui stretched out his hand to stop her, smiled slightly and said: "Don't be nervous, this is their opportunity, please go ahead and don't disturb her!"
After saying that, he waved his hand, and a thick protective barrier enveloped the two of them.
Lu Niang's eyes were full of horror. She had been working in this Wushuang Inn for several years and had never encountered such a guest before.
Just when she turned around to report, she saw a figure appearing silently not far away.
This man was neither angry nor happy, and showed no emotion. His straight and powerful legs landed firmly on the ground, like a cheetah ready to go, calm and elegant.
He is about forty-seven or eighty-years-old, with a cold face, eyebrows like swords, and especially those eyes that seem to be shining with stars.
He waved slightly towards Lu Niang, then crossed his arms and leaned aside. His slightly narrowed eyes seemed to only see the two people in the scene.
Lu Niang bowed slightly and turned around, calling to the three people who were awake, "I'll take you three to the room to rest first. We have someone here to protect you, so don't worry!"
Yue'er looked at Brother Yanliang standing in front of her, shook her head, and said, "Just help us prepare five rooms. I'll wait for him here..."
She had already guessed what Yanliang was thinking when he frowned slightly. After all, they grew up together and knew each other too well. It would not be an exaggeration to say that they were connected.
When Brother Yanliang couldn't come forward, she would naturally have to do this kind of thing. Then she followed Lu Niang to the counter to pay the fee.
Yun'er and Zeng Youhui didn't expect it at first, but after hearing what she said, they naturally understood her intention. They walked aside and started meditating.
Inside the counter was a middle-aged man with an average appearance. He was wearing a dark purple brocade robe. His eyes were slightly squinted as if he was smiling all the time. "One spirit stone per person per room. How many days will your guest need to stay?"
"Ah! Is this all calculated based on spiritual stones?"
Yue'er frowned slightly. She really didn't expect this price. You must know that many disciples of sects can only receive one spiritual stone every month, and ordinary people can't afford it for a day in their lives.
The middle-aged man did not underestimate them because of this. He still smiled and explained: "These are the most luxurious guest rooms. There are five-level spirit gathering arrays inside. The aura is several times that of the outside. Even if you don't practice, Cultivation will grow on its own.”
Lu Niang continued to say from the side: "These are specially reserved for distinguished guests. The Weapon Refining Masters Conference will be held soon, and the other guest rooms are already full. The few people who just wanted to stay were kicked out by us... "
Yue'er nodded. There are still five days left for the Weapon Refiner Competition to start. After the competition, you may not have time to come back and rest. Thinking of this, she said: "Then I will pay for five days first. If necessary, I can renew later..."
"Could it be that some distinguished guests also want to go to the Weapon Refiner Conference to meet them?"
"My brother Yanliang can come and compete!"
A glint flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, and he hurriedly clasped his fists and said, "Oh, I wonder which force your distinguished guest represents?"
"Tianbao Pavilion..."
Lu Niang frowned and said calmly: "Tianbao Pavilion? I seem to have heard this name somewhere, but why can't I remember it for a moment..."
An old voice suddenly came from the inn, "Isn't that a small sect from the Wen Dynasty? It was eliminated in the first round more than ten years ago and became the laughing stock of the industry. How did they get the golden pass? "
The smiling face of the middle-aged man suddenly changed, and he looked as if he arrogantly owed him a huge sum of money, "I'm sorry, everyone, our rooms are already full, you'd better find another place!"
Yue'er's face suddenly became extremely cold, "I just said that I would reserve a room for us, how come it's gone in the blink of an eye?"
The middle-aged man sneered, "That's for distinguished guests. How can you, a small sect from the bottom of the list, qualify to stay?"
After speaking, he said to the guard on the side: "Go and notify the city defenders immediately to see if their golden pass cards were obtained by illegal means..."
"Yes, I'll be there soon." One of the guards said and hurriedly left the store.
Zeng You stood up regretfully and cursed angrily: "I've seen it today. You can change your face faster than you can turn the page in a book. The ugly faces of you people make me feel so sick..."
The old voice sounded again, "Don't seek death, take your people and get out of here!"
As soon as Suoyin fell, a pressure from the seventh level of the Spiritual King came towards him. Zeng You regretfully took a few steps back, his face full of solemnity.
"Ah Qi, interrupt them quickly. Are they qualified to understand the unparalleled swordsmanship..."
If you plan on them at this time, at least it will destroy the great opportunity for enlightenment, and at worst, it will hurt their souls.
The middle-aged man with a cold face frowned slightly, "This swordsmanship was left by the master to a destined person. Isn't it inappropriate to do this?"
"Ah Qi, you are too benevolent. What kind of people can come from a small sect? To teach them the swordsmanship is an insult to the master..."
After saying that, the old man's pressure pressed against the protective barrier. The thick protective barrier immediately began to tremble violently and could collapse at any time.
"Don't go too far!"
Zeng Youhui resisted the pressure and hurriedly input spiritual power towards the protective barrier, and the billowing spiritual power was injected into the barrier like a spring.
The figure of the old man slowly appeared at the top of the stairs, looking down at the few people, and coldly snorted: "Humph, so what if I bully you? An ant-like figure actually dares to resist."
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