Zhao Shun came out of the Hantan Secret Realm, and after talking with Pu Yue for a while, he got up and returned directly to the weapon-making workshop.
After this line, the golden crow blood fire in the dantian has faded away from its old red outer flame. Only the core of the whole cluster of strange fire is a blood-colored ball in the center, and the rest of the burning flames have all turned into bright gold, looking more like the rising sun. There is a feeling of being unable to look directly.
She believed that the flame held in the hands of the goddess must also be a strange fire, but she didn't know what kind it was.
The yin and yang fires in the world are all different, but they can devour each other and strengthen themselves. Therefore, fire-eating battles will also break out between monks who possess different fires. These battles are often life-or-death situations.
Zhao Chun pinched the secret in his hand to calm down the Golden Crow Blood Fire in his dantian. It had eaten too much fire energy and spiritual things in a short period of time, and now it has been feeling full and full of resistance. It is just right before the next opening of the Cold Pond Secret Realm. There are two months, which is a good time for it to digest with peace of mind and transform the excess spiritual energy.
The next month she did not teach, so she went back to the furnace room to refine all the magic tools needed for the month. When she came out of the furnace room, she got two letters of greeting.
Zhao Shun originally wanted to refuse, but when he returned to the outside, he saw that these two people had been waiting outside for a while. They were so sincere that he didn't know what reason he would find to refuse.
"Why are you two here?"
She simply got straight to the point, invited the two of them to sit down, and called the waiter in the utensil-making workshop to come up and pour the spirit tea.
These two people were both in the late Ningyuan period. One of them was named Zhong, and his given name was Zhong Haiyou, while the other was named Ying Yuan.
"I came here rashly because I am grateful. I want to meet the master and express my gratitude." Zhong Haiyou's words were a bit empty. As expected, Ying Yuan looked at him with an angry look, and then road:
"The master received the order from me two months ago and refined a pair of wind chimes and an epee. Last month, the Holy Land happened to send us to the sand sea to negotiate with the Desolate tribe. However, the negotiation failed, and we turned against each other. There were many casualties among the troops, and if we had not obtained the magic weapon refined by the master, we would have died."
"So Master, you have really saved our lives, so you came uninvited and added a few small gifts."
Ying Yuan took out a dark wooden box and gently opened the lid. Inside were some spiritual materials that were considered precious even in the wilderness. As the saying goes, gifts must be given to those who like them. In their hearts, Zhao Chun is a young and talented weapon refiner. The holy land of elixirs and magical weapons will definitely not short-change her, and they are still needed to refine magical weapons. Spiritual materials are more useful.
Zhao Shun raised his hand to push down the lid of the box, and met the eyes of Ying Yuan who was leaning over. They walked back and forth, staring at Ying Yuan, who lowered his eyes rather embarrassedly, and sat back down with the corner of his mouth pulled.
"When you two come to see me, I'm afraid it's not as simple as expressing gratitude."
Seeing her blunt words piercing the minds of the two of them, Zhong Haiyou couldn't help but knead his knees with both hands, and after beating his chest several times, he said: "Master is really keen. This time the two of us came here, we do have other thoughts..."
This matter should start with the desolate tribe that Zhao Shun and Pu Yue met on the day they entered the sand sea. Pu Yue's idea was correct. The Huang people gathered their strength to stir up the wind and sand, and drove the camel herds into captivity, just to establish a permanent tribe. Not long after the two settled down safely in the Holy Land, a large-scale Desolate tribe appeared in the sand sea. In terms of scale, it was on par with, or even exceeded, the several tribes they had known in the Holy Land in the old days.
Considering that the monks in the Holy Land must regularly cross the sand sea and go to the outskirts of the wilderness to buy and sell supplies, the friendship between the Holy Land and the emerging wilderness tribes has become inevitable. According to the original assumptions, this matter is not urgent. But they never expected that the new tribe that migrated here would be so arrogant. In less than two months, they swallowed up a whole tribe of the same size alive, which made the people in the Holy Land panic.
Therefore, during the month when Zhao Shun and others entered the Cold Pond Secret Realm to practice, the priest sent six elders and hundreds of Ningyuan to the Desolate tribe to seek peace, intending to make friends according to the old etiquette. However, the Desolate Tribe suddenly took action and attacked the Holy Land and the others brazenly.
He and others have never had the concept of "not killing the envoys when the two armies are fighting". Among the teams that went to seek peace, only one of the six Fenxuan remained, and not even two hands of the hundreds of Ningyuan were left. !
"The priests and elders are also worried about this matter. We passed through the hell gate once, and we know that the magic weapon refined by the master is quite useful, so we were lucky enough to survive. The brothers and sisters around us all I came here to ask about the magic weapon, and after coming back and forth, everyone came to know that Master, it is rare for you to open a furnace."
All she did was to order Zhao Chunduoduo to open a furnace and refine weapons. She thought about it and thought of the golden crow blood and fire waiting to be fed in her dantian. She smiled and said: "Among the five elements of spiritual materials, I especially like the fire spiritual materials. If you like it more, if you can find this kind of spiritual material, I can open a furnace for it."
After receiving this reply, Zhong Haiyou and Ying Yuan looked at each other and smiled, keeping this in mind before standing up to say goodbye.
After the two of them left, Zhao Shun pondered deeply and recalled the way the Huang tribe looked at Pu Yue for a long time. There was no ferocity in it, but a sense of familiarity. However, among the people of the Holy Land, they became An extremely cruel person. The various internal affairs of this matter are just like the ancient country in the secret realm, shrouded in mystery and puzzling.
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In the royal court, the priest gently pressed his eyebrows, and the size of the mother Gu in the sea of consciousness shrank significantly. He had never suffered such a heavy blow after refining this divine knot Gu, which made him feel depressed, which had not been revealed in the past few days. What a good look.
"Those six people all went there with human lamps. The barbarian tribes in the past knew these old things and recognized the good relationship between them in the past. Why is there trouble now?" He has been asking since he sent out the team. In the royal court, preparations were made to break through the true infant. Unexpectedly, before Zhao Shun was summoned into the secret realm, something went wrong in making friends with the Huang clan.
"You also know that they are old things, not old people. The Desolate people are upright in nature. It is difficult for them to know how to adapt to the situation like the human people, so they can make friends with people through human lamps. After several generations of reproduction, I gave it to the Lord of the Green Country. The bloodline has gradually become thinner. After all, refining a human lamp is not a long-term solution. You have to find another way..."
There was only sarcasm in the voice, which made the priest's face change several times, but he did not dare to offend it and asked in a low voice: "I wonder what else you can do?"
"How?" It laughed like a child, full of innocence, "The human race is no different from other races in the principle that the strong are respected. If you advance to the True Infant as soon as possible, you can leave this place and enjoy the world as soon as possible. Why do we need to make excuses with the Huang clan?"
After all, the Holy Land has been his business for hundreds of years. If the priest wanted to completely abandon it, he was unwilling to do so. He had no choice but to respond to the strange noise, exit the secret realm, and wave to the monks outside the temple:
"Go and call Pu Yue and Elder Geng."
