Zhao An hurriedly begged for a bowl of water to the side, patted Xuanyangwei on the back, and asked him to swallow the steamed bun, only to hear Xuanyangwei continue,

"It's just a pity that today's magic sect is no longer as brilliant as it used to be. Only the aspect of carving is still unsatisfactory, otherwise we can't even compare with the Tianluo Dance School. ”

"What is the carving?" Zhao An asked.

"The so-called carving is that the carver enters the magic into the artifact, to put it bluntly, it is to create a magic weapon, but it has more blessings than initiating it. For example, the original artifact was an ice attribute, but the carver was able to inject a spell into it, making it have the dual attribute of ice and fire, or improve the failure of the artifact. And now, the people who are really capable in the magic school have all gone to carve tools, and few of them will do tasks, after all, they can't get a few spirit stones to do tasks, and it takes time. If you encounter a difficult employer, if you complain later, not only will you not be able to get half a spirit stone, but I am afraid you will have to pay a lot.

Those who come to make utensils are generally either rich or expensive, and the carvers are treated as guests, and the remuneration is also extremely generous. Xuan Yangwei said.

As soon as Zhao An heard that there would be a large number of spirit stones in the account, the whole person suddenly became interested. "So I heard you say, then I went to the Carved Treasure Building to do hard labor, didn't I have the opportunity to see and learn, and I could also learn something to improve my cultivation, why did you look worried?"

Xuanyang Wei glanced at Zhao An, and said with sympathy, "That's the treatment that only carvers have." Most of the so-called hard labor is a place where the magicians punish monks who have violated the rules, and they have to follow orders to work every day and merge materials for the carvers. There was once a monk who was condensed at the ninth level who was punished to do hard labor for seven days, and when he came out, his whole person seemed to have been stripped of a layer of skin, and he couldn't even stand up straight. ”

While speaking, Xuan Yangwei asked for a mouthful of steamed buns, chewed them twice, and then shook his head with a "tsk" twice.

Xuan Yangwei's attitude, Zhao An was stunned. He said, "It's just hard labor and fusing materials, how can it be like this?

"It's not enough to eat people, but after you go in, half a life must be hanging in the balance. Otherwise, killing someone is such a big crime, how do you think the Discipline Hall will easily let you go and let you go to the Treasure Carving Tower. Xuan Yangwei said sympathetically.

The more Zhao An listened, the more ugly his face became, frowning and not knowing what to think.

Xuan Yangwei looked at Zhao An and sighed, "But don't think about running." This Heavenly Destiny City is such a big place, surrounded by the sea on all sides, no matter where you hide, there will be a day when you are caught, and what awaits you at that time is not just three years of hard labor. ”

As soon as he said this, Zhao An's idea of escaping was instantly dispelled.

Zhao An smiled bitterly and said, "Could it be that you can't do it?" By the way, I still don't understand something, what kind of school is 'jujury', why have I never heard of it before?"

"The magic school has declined, and what was once brilliant and powerful has been lost with the passing of the ancestors. Although today's magic school says that it is a spell, most people have mastered it as a low-level spell, and there are few real masters. Xuan Yangwei sighed.

"Nowadays, the magic school is not enough to look down on in front of such a strong school as the kendo school and the close hand school, and even the Fu Fang school looks down on us, and over time, the magic school has become a 'trick school'"

Zhao An suddenly realized, no wonder when he first came to the magic school, the young man who led the way instantly changed his face when he heard him say the three words of the magic school.

If his Qingyun system was also insulted like this by others, his face would definitely not be able to hang up.

"The magic sect has fallen to this point, so why don't you want to think of a way to do it?" Zhao An said in surprise.

"Master, you're talking about the young son of my magic school. Xuanyang Wei said, "The young prince has never been idle and wild, no matter what is going on in the Fa sect, he hasn't been back for many years, except for a few great elders, no one knows what the young prince looks like." ”

Speaking of this, Xuan Yangwei's tone became more and more heavy, as if he didn't want to say more about the magic sect, and the man said, "Okay, fellow Daoist, take care of yourself, tomorrow we will take you to the Treasure Carving Tower." ”

As he spoke, Xuan Yangwei stuffed the last mouthful of steamed buns into his mouth, stood up, and left in a hurry.

Sitting in place, Zhao An pondered for a moment, thought about it, stood up resolutely, and turned back to the shop.

"Didn't you just come here before?" the female cultivator who sold steamed buns saw Zhao An and said with some surprise.

"I'm going to do a chore, I'm afraid I'll starve to death if I consume too much, so I'll buy some ......"

Back in his room, Zhao An collapsed on the bed, looking at the obviously bulging large storage bag, and smiled bitterly in his heart.

Who would have thought that a monk's storage bag was not filled with a spiritual weapon, but an astonishing number of steamed buns!

Just now, Zhao An exchanged a large number of spirit stones for enough steamed buns for more than half a year, fortunately, he can store food for a long time in the storage bag, otherwise it would be really difficult to do.

I don't know if I was afraid that I would escape, although the other party was hiding very cleverly, Zhao An still felt that there were at least two people guarding around his room.

"Tomorrow's business, tomorrow's thought. ”

Zhao An turned over, unwilling to think more about the matter of carving the treasure building, since that place is so terrible, it is better to take advantage of the fact that there is still time to sleep a little more and recuperate your spirits.

When he couldn't sleep, two Xuanyang guards knocked on Zhao An's door. "Fellow Daoist, everyone who wants to go to the Carved Treasure Building to do hard labor must first take a pill, I hope you don't embarrass us. ”

Looking at a small pill in the other party's hand, Zhao An's consciousness swept away, and after seeing that it was just an ordinary drowsing pill, he raised his hand and swallowed it, and then Zhao An's eyelids sank, but after a few breaths, he completely lost consciousness......

When Zhao An woke up again, he smelled a very sour smell, and the surroundings were extremely dark, so he couldn't see his fingers.

"What kind of place is this!"

Zhao Anxin was startled, and his right hand quickly touched his waist, until the storage bag was slightly bulging, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Hurriedly casting the Red Flame Technique, Zhao An looked around by the light of the fire, only to find that he was in a sealed room, the walls were bare, and there was not even a window, like a prison cell.

This room is extremely narrow and short, Zhao An can't even straighten up, and the place under his feet is only enough for meditation, Rao is Zhao An has experienced a lot of wind and rain, but when he saw the environment of the room clearly, he also felt stuffy in his chest, and he was a little depressed.

There was a low muffled knock on the wall, and it was impossible to tell how thick the wall really was.

Moreover, the walls of this room are made of unknown materials, they are extremely strong, and not only did not have any reaction when his wind blade cut the wall, but not even a small scratch was left, and even the Sanfan Sword could not destroy the wall at all.

A bad premonition rose in my heart.

"Is there anyone?" Zhao An shouted twice, and his voice sounded dryly in the room, but there was no movement at all except for his own voice.

Is this the carved treasure building or his Xuanyangwei's private prisoner, could it be that Chen Chong pretended to give instructions, but in fact, he couldn't put himself under house arrest!

Time passed minute by minute, Zhao An didn't know how long he had been trapped in this dark small room, there was no sunlight in this place, no people, no fluctuations in spiritual power, except for his own wheezing Zhao An couldn't hear any sound at all.

Zhao An tried all the methods, and even sacrificed the eight-clawed scarlet belly spider condensed by blood-colored spider webs, wanting to use the strange yellow mud absorbed by the spider to melt the wall, but it didn't work.

A deep sense of powerlessness and fear spread to Zhao Anxin's head, and he stayed in this depressed room stupidly, and he didn't know how long it had passed, if it weren't for the long-term retreat experience in Yunhai Sect before, I am afraid that he would have been unable to bear it now, and he would have gone crazy on the spot.

Just when Zhao An was about to be driven crazy, suddenly the door of the room was opened.

A dazzling light shone into the room, Zhao An subconsciously blocked his hand to his eyes, and saw a burly man standing at the door, and said coldly,

"Get out. ”

While this person spoke, he suddenly released the momentum on his body, and it turned out to be a master of the eighth layer of condensation.

At this time, Zhao An had already been tortured by the long-term darkness and seclusion, and the other party's cultivation was too much higher than him, so even if he resisted, he might not be sure of victory.

Standing up silently against the wall, his eyes were piled up with a large number of spirit stone fragments, like a huge mine, and the monk was either digging desperately, or refining something on his knees, his expression was full of numbness.

At the moment when the sun shone on him, Zhao An's lips trembled, he slowly raised his head, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Smack!"

At the moment when Zhao An felt the light, suddenly a sound piercing the air came, Zhao An only felt a sharp pain in his back, I don't know what whipped on his back, the whole back was like a fire, and the person who hurt was digging his heart and cutting his bones.

"Don't bother, let's go!"

The man let out a cold sound, shook the whip in his hand fiercely, and two more whips slapped Zhao An's body.

I don't know what the whip is made of, it hurts to beat people, but it was only three whips, and Rao is strong like Zhao An couldn't help but scream in pain.

Stepping on Zhao An, the man said coldly, "Don't think about playing tricks, don't think that you are great at killing people, there are people who are more fierce than you, if you want to live safely for the past three years, just be honest with me!"

As he spoke, the man was strong under his feet, and Zhao An only heard a "click", and a bone in his chest was instantly broken in half.

Zhao An snorted, his face was pale with pain, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

The next moment, Zhao An only felt that his body was light, and the whole person was rolled up by the man with a soft whip and thrown out far away.