The old man finally raised his head, took a look at her, and rolled his eyes: "Why don't you stay cool somewhere? The sword boy is going to carry rocks and materials. What can you do with your small body?"

Yunli glanced at the three huge stone mills next to the stall, which were supposed to be used to test the strength of the applicants. She walked to the largest stone mill, grabbed both sides of the stone mill with both hands, and lifted it easily with a little force.

stand up.

The old man's cloudy eyes almost jumped out of his dry eye sockets. This was a twenty-stone stone mill. Being able to lift this stone mill showed that her strength had reached at least the fifth level of strength training!

After a while, he retracted his protruding eyes and forced out a kind smile, "The little girl is really strong, and she is a good prospect to be a sword boy. Being a sword boy in our Ye family not only pays well, but also has an independent courtyard for you.

Rest, you will have a rich spiritual meal every day, and most importantly, there will be a first-class weapon master who will teach you how to make weapons step by step. How about you, do you want to come to our Ye family to be a sword boy?"

Yunli: "..."

With a family-like tone and inflammatory language, are you sure this is not a pyramid scheme?

If he is so good at being a sword boy, how come his stall is so empty?

But don't worry about this. She smiled at the old man sheepishly: "I really want to go, but I have a senior brother. Can he also be a sword boy?"

"Your senior brother?" The old man was stunned, and then his eyes flashed green, "He can also lift a 20-stone stone mill?"

"He is not a physical practitioner, but he has already reached the ninth level of Qi training."

Yunli has a black-lined face. Lifting stones and grinding is a method of testing the level of physical training during the strength training period. This old man regarded her as a physical training.

The old man didn't care and said, "Of course it's okay. What's your senior brother's name? I'll get you an identity certificate."

Is it so casual? Yunli is a little confused. After all, the Ye family is also the second largest weapon-refining family in Canglan Continent. Is it too casual to hire people?

"name."

Yunli came back to her senses, and without thinking about the messy reasons, she opened her mouth and said: "My name is Yun Xiaoman, and my senior brother's name is Wei Xiaozhuang."

Facing these two careless pseudonyms, the old man didn't even move his eyebrows. He drew two talisman papers and threw them to her, "Take this and report to the Sword Furnace."

After saying that, the old man looked at the sky and said, "It's getting late, it's time to call it a day."

Then he stood up and disappeared at the end of the street, leaving Yunli standing alone in front of the empty stall, messy in the wind.

She lowered her head and looked at the rough talisman in her hand. Is this proof of identity?!

Too hasty!

Also, don’t the stalls charge any fees?

Taking another look, I saw a broken wooden table with cracks, a low stool, and three stone mills. There was really nothing to clean up.

Forget it, her goal was achieved, she put away the talisman, turned around and left the city.

"I got the news!"

Wen Ming opened his mouth in shock. In just one day, he had gained the other party's trust so quickly and penetrated into the enemy's interior?!

She smiled happily: "Isn't it a coincidence? Qin Fei just happens to know the news about Donglu, so he doesn't have to bother to enter Ye's house."

Wen Ming still couldn't believe it. It was too fast. No matter how outspoken Qin Fei was, he would never open his heart and reveal such important news to a person he casually rescued on the roadside.

Yunli smiled slyly: "I used some tricks. Maybe it was because he wasn't wary of me enough that he allowed me to leave my mark on his clothes so easily."

Wei Lin answered: "Brother Wen, there is no need to doubt that she has a magic weapon that can leave a mark on people's bodies. With this mark, you can hear other people's conversations."

This was something they had discussed before, so they couldn't fully reveal the truth and had to give half-truths and half-truths.

Wen Ming was shocked, wouldn't it be possible to prevent the True Lord Yuanying from discovering...

"It's not that powerful."

Yunli interrupted his conjecture and said: "This is not because it is relatively close to the Ye family. Chief Ye has no intention of guarding against Qin Fei, and this mark can only last for a quarter of an hour."

Wen Mingxin breathed a sigh of relief, as long as there were restrictions. If there were no restrictions on this method, wouldn't it mean that she could eavesdrop on whoever she wanted.

Wen Ming said: "You have to go back immediately and inform the Pavilion Master."

Yunli rolled his eyes and said: "Eighty years is just Qin Fei's statement. If he remembers there is a difference, he still has to compare it with the information from Miss Lan Shu."

Wen Ming hesitated. This matter was in the pavilion as it was now juxtaposed with Yunshu Immortal Mansion. This showed that the pavilion attached great importance to it. If it were too late...

Yunli, who had been paying attention to his expression, took the opportunity to suggest: "If you are in a hurry, please send the news back first, and we will stay and wait for Miss Lan Shu to get the news before we go back together. Moreover, I disappeared as soon as I arrived in Nanling City. It cannot be explained.

It’s easy to arouse people’s suspicion.”

Wei Lin looked at her strangely, why did he suddenly want to stay in Nanling City?

Wen Ming nodded. This is a good way. It will not delay the delivery of news to the pavilion, but also give Lan Shu and the others a warning. It can also dispel Qin Fei's suspicion. If it is useful in the future, Qin Fei can continue to become

Source.

As for why he personally sent the message back, it was naturally because he was the only foundation-building monk among the three.

After discussing it, Wen Ming turned around with his sword. When he was far away, Wei Lin raised his eyebrows and asked, "What kind of trick are you trying to do?"

"Good thing." Yunli smiled, "Do you have your Moli Sword with you?"

Wei Lin frowned: "I did, but why did you suddenly ask about this?"

"Just bring it with you." Yunli glanced around and switched to voice transmission: "I've thought about it. Since those swords don't recognize you as their master, why don't we turn the swords that recognize you as their master into magical weapons?

Is it done?"

Wei Lin was stunned for a moment, "You mean Mo Li Jian, but Mo Li is a mortal sword."

This was blatant discrimination. Yunli immediately retorted: "What's wrong with Fan Jian? Mo Li's design and casting process are far superior to these so-called magic weapons. It's just a matter of materials. Can't we just change the materials?"

Already."

The excitement in Wei Lin's heart just started to sparkle, but it was extinguished by her words. He thought it was a good idea, why is it so whimsical? Is refining a weapon that simple?

"Ordinary materials can't withstand the refinement of weapons in the cultivation world, so how can we talk about changing materials? It's crazy to think of transforming ordinary weapons into magic weapons."

When he first arrived in the pavilion, he had thought about repairing Mo Li, and specifically asked the weapon refiner in the pavilion. If he wanted to recast an earthly weapon into a magic weapon used by monks, it would not only require a large amount of materials, but also a successful one.

The chance is extremely small. Even if it succeeds by chance, the grade of the magic weapon will not be very high due to the initial mundane materials.

This is also the reason why he has such high expectations for the Shadow Sword. After all, Mo Li is the sword he has used since he was a child. It is also vaguely spiritual and is quite friendly to him. Under the same conditions, the natal magical weapon is naturally

Prioritize Mo Li.

Yunli disagreed, "Everything has spirit. Since mortals can become monks through practice, why can't the Shifan sword be tempered and become a magical weapon?"

This topic makes Wei Lin a little irritable.

"How do you know that Mo Lijian has no immortal, Mo Li is faintly spiritual, not an ordinary sword. It can produce spirituality with ordinary copper and iron.

Yunli pulled his sleeves: "Brother, let's try it, in case it is successful."

Wei Lin didn't speak, he was a little bit exciting, and he was worried that he was disappointed again. Even if Mo Lijian really became a magic weapon through recasting, it may no longer recognize him.

He, he will not be able to bear such a blow.

"Try it, I have a hunch, I will succeed!" Yunli raised his head. "I think about the materials, so I just used the feather picked up by the swamp."

Wei Lin rubbed his eyebrows.

That feathers are not all kinds of products. In addition, it is appropriate to create a handle dagger.

"How can it be in vain, if it is successful, this is your destiny instrument, and I always think that there is a little connection between Mo Lijian and this feather."
Chapter completed!