After about an hour, the newcomers all came on stage to receive their things.
Several people on the stage seemed to have something to do and gradually left. There were two people left, one was the sinister-faced Seventh Furnace Master, and the other was a coquettish woman.
The owner of the Seven Furnaces walked to the front of the team and said to the newcomers in Liangchen:
"We will follow the team later and we will naturally arrive at your place of residence. If you don't understand anything, just ask the leader. Don't try to escape. Otherwise, I don't mind letting a few more people hang on the cliff!"
"Take them back." After speaking, the Seventh Furnace Master turned and left.
People in the square gradually dispersed.
Liangchen and the others followed the gray-robed man forward slowly. After a cup of tea, they saw a fork leading to several surrounding peaks.
He followed the man in gray robe towards a sharper mountain peak in the distance. After walking for another incense stick, he finally arrived at a cave in front of the peak.
There were two words engraved in a strange font at the entrance of the cave. Liangchen recognized it carefully, and his expression suddenly changed!
This word is exactly the word Qi Lu, but the font is not the font of Zhongzhou Continent.
A few years ago, I met a businessman from the Southern Wilderness. When he bought a sword, he gave him a foreign weapon refining book with this font.
He studied this a lot and learned some simple words.
"Could it be..."
Without having time to think about it, I followed the crowd into the cave. As soon as I stepped in, I felt the heat was unstoppable.
Liangchen has been refining weapons for many years, and he is already familiar with such high temperatures. Looking at the other people, they all seemed to be fine.
Entering the cave, there is a huge space with hundreds of small grid rooms on the surrounding walls.
In the middle is a giant spiral staircase, standing like a spine in the center, with countless hanging vine ladders leading to various rooms like spider webs.
He took a look and saw that the signs on the top of the door of the room were all foreign characters, and the top signs were numbers like 1A, 1B, 1C, etc.
Liangchen took a closer look and found that there were actually ten rows, with twelve rooms in each row forming a circle. In total, there were one hundred and twenty rooms in these seven furnaces!
"No. 8A, room for the four of you." The man in gray robe pointed to a room in the eighth row and said.
"Starting from tomorrow, you can receive ten refining materials in the door room, and you must pay seven finished swords after three days.
I think you are newcomers. The first time you have the opportunity to hand over two less hands, the second time you have the opportunity to hand over one less hand. If you cannot complete the task, the consequences will be serious!
By the way, if you refine a high-quality product, one can be worth two, and a top-quality product can be worth three. "The man in gray robe said coldly, then turned and left.
The four of them slowly climbed up the stairs to the third floor, and then walked to their rooms.
There is a simple stone door at the door of the room. After entering, it is a room only two feet wide, three feet long and two people high. There are four stone beds on each side.
There was a secret door at the end. He pushed it open and took a look. Suddenly, he saw a domed space about seven or eight feet square.
A double cross-shaped stone wall in the middle divides the garden hall into four spaces. There is a passage in the middle that leads to each room.
There is a stone table and a round futon in each of the four rooms, with a huge dark flower rune in the center.
"This should be the place for refining weapons." Liangchen thought after looking at it.
They walked around for a while, then returned to the front room and began to meditate.
...
Liangchen thought about the experience of the past few days again, and found that this was probably not the Zhongzhou Continent.
Although the speaker spoke a common language in the world of immortality, the inscriptions on the door and the clothes of the people all vaguely confirmed his guess.
From the words of the middle-aged man, we learned that the mastermind behind this place should be a powerful person!
First of all, such a huge earth-line fire cannot be possessed by ordinary forces.
In addition, there are probably thousands of craftsmen from all over the world gathered here. If you dare to risk the world's disapproval to arrest them all, you either believe that you will not leave any clues, or you are not afraid of anyone finding out.
Both of these results are something Liangchen doesn’t want to guess right!
"What on earth are these people doing?"
"With so many people and such a big scene, it shouldn't be a task that can be easily completed in ten and a half days."
"Even if the mission is completed, how will these people be arranged? Will they really regain their freedom as they said?"
"I have offended so many people at once, as well as the intertwined forces behind it. If I were the one behind this, I would choose to silence them all!"
Liangchen thought about it over and over again, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that his hope of escape was slim.
In the end, we can only hope that the people behind the scenes are strong enough and will not care about the revenge of these small forces.
"Brother, what's your name?" The middle-aged man seemed to have a good feeling for Liangchen. Seeing him open his eyes, he broke the calm and asked.
"I am Ye Liangchen, from the Ye family of Zhongzhou Sword Sect. I wonder what your name is?" Liangchen replied.
"A casual cultivator from Yunmeng Kingdom, Xin Sai." said the middle-aged man.
"Senior Xin, it's a pleasure to meet you. Please take good care of him in the future." Liangchen said, sensing that the man was already at the peak of the late stage of foundation building, and said.
"What are you saying here about seniors and seniors? We are both prisoners. How old am I? Just call me Brother Xing." Xin Sai waved his hand and said.
"Now that you've come, let's live in peace! I'm Hua Houxue, from the Yuzhou Hua Family. You two eldest brothers, just call me Brother Hua from now on." The swarthy man seemed to have figured it out and interjected.
"I'm Lei Zhitian." The young man said as he looked at the others and stood up.
"We will all be friends from now on. I hope we can help each other and strive to successfully complete the mission and leave this place." Xin Sai glanced at the faces of the three people and said.
"good!"
"good!"
Several people nodded in response.
....
The next day, early in the morning. Liangchen got up and walked out of the room. He saw a long queue at the door of the room, and several people also walked down the stairs and lined up.
It took about two cups of tea before it was his turn.
Walking into the room, the room is about three feet high. There are two long tables on the left and right sides, one against the wall and one in the middle. There is a man in gray robe sitting behind the table.
There is a secret door on the innermost wall, and there seems to be a room behind it.
Liangchen saw a pile of materials placed on the table in the middle, so he walked over and said:
"I'm new here, here to get the materials."
"New here? Have you received your identity token?" The man in gray robe asked without raising his head.
"Identity token? No." Liangchen asked, stunned.
"What's the number?" the man in gray robe asked, taking out a yellow token as big as a child's hand.
"What's the number?" Liangchen asked confused.
"Why don't you have eyes? It's written on the storage bag!" the man in gray robe said impatiently.
"Seven furnaces and eight armors." Liangchen quickly took out the storage bag and read the words on it.
The man in gray robe used unknown cyan ink to write a number on the yellow token and threw it to Liangchen, then pointed to the materials on the table and said:
"Take the token! There are materials and recipes on the table."
Liangchen collected a lot of materials in a storage bag and was about to leave when he seemed to remember something and stopped and asked:
"I'm new here. I don't know what sword I need to refine? When will I hand it in after I refine it?"
"The formula says, Killing Glaive! This time will not exceed three hours after three days, at the latest."
The man in gray robe replied coldly, then never looked at him again and shouted to the back:
"Next!"
