After eating, Ling Yun took Chen Jing and the others to the front of the blacksmith shop.

"Hey, boy, get in line!" A big man standing in front of the blacksmith shop glanced at Ling Yun and the others, and said in a cold voice.

"Hello, please line up." This time, it was two dwarves guarding the door.

The two dwarves were clad in silver-glittering armor, one holding an axe in one hand and a sledgehammer in the other. Judging from the aura exuded from the two of them, the strength of these two people has reached the peak of the Holy Domain, and if the equipment on their bodies is added, even if it is a half-step Heavenly Domain, they may not be able to get benefits when the two of them join forces.

Ling Yun smiled at the two dwarves, flipped his hand, and a token appeared in his hand. The token is made of black iron and has a hammer carved on the front and a semi-tilted wine glass on the back.

Seeing the token in Ling Yun's hand, the expressions of the two dwarves changed slightly, and a trace of respect appeared on their faces.

This token was given to him by Devalin himself before Ling Yun left Luoxia Valley. The person who owns this token must be a person who has great kindness to the dwarf race, and any dwarf who sees this token must be respectful to the owner of the token.

"Several, please—" The two dwarven warriors bowed slightly to Ling Yun before moving out of the way.

The big man standing at the front was suddenly unconvinced, and he asked the two dwarven warriors guarding the door angrily, "Why can the three of them not have to line up, and don't Master Mohan's orders work?" ”

The dwarven warrior with a sledgehammer in his hand glanced at the man and said in a cold voice, "If you can get a token like that, you don't have to queue up!" ”

"What the hell is that token?" Dahan asked with some caution.

"That token is a token that can only be issued with the consent of the Dwarven King and more than two-thirds of the elders, and the person who holds this token is the highest guest of our dwarven clan." The dwarven warrior with a sledgehammer in his hand explained to the man.

"This, this ......" A trace of sweat appeared on the big man's forehead, and he was now a little glad in his heart that Ling Yun didn't do anything to him, otherwise it would be in vain for him to line up for the past few days.

"Where is Master Mohan?"

After entering the blacksmith shop, Ling Yun asked a dwarven blacksmith.

"Master Mohan should be discussing things with several other masters in the backyard now, it is not easy for you to meet the master."

The dwarven blacksmith replied to Ling Yun, then expertly pulled out the red-hot iron ingot from the furnace, brandished the sledgehammer in his hand and began to hammer it.

"In the backyard?" Ling Yun nodded slightly, and then walked towards the backyard with Chen Jing and the others.

"I'm sorry for a few, Master Mohan has orders, this afternoon he wants to discuss the restoration of that artifact with a few masters, and he doesn't want to meet with anyone." Several dwarven warriors standing in front of the door saluted Ling Yun and the others and said.

"Lingyun, are you sure we can meet Mohan?" Looking at the closed door in front of him, Chen Jing asked with some confusion.

"Of course, I've got some good stuff in store!" Ling Yun smiled, and a small jar appeared in his hand.

Ling Yun lifted the lid on the jar, and a trace of the rich aroma of wine slowly emerged from the jar.

Chen Jing's nose moved, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes: "Lingyun, what kind of wine is this, why have I never seen you take it out?" ”

"The name of this jar is the Elven Spring, and it is made from some ingredients unique to the Morning Forest. This wine recipe was left in the elf clan a long time ago, and I didn't think that anyone in the elf clan could really brew the elven spring according to that recipe. However, this kind of wine is not easy to brew, and it is of great benefit to the elves, so I think the elves should rarely put it up for auction. Ling Yun said with a smile.

Immediately, with a move of Ling Yun's hand, a breeze blew from his side, blowing the wisps of wine fragrance into the crack in the door. After that, Ling Yun covered the lid of the wine jar to prevent the aroma of the Elven Fountain from draining.

"Lingyun, is this useful?" Su Wanyue asked.

"Whether it's useful or not, you can see how many of them know." Ling Yun smiled and pointed to a few dwarven warriors guarding the door.

Su Wanyue looked in the direction of several dwarven warriors and couldn't help but be startled. These dwarven warriors were staring at the small jar in Ling Yun's hand, and wherever Ling Yun moved the wine jar, their eyes followed. Saliva remained from the corners of their mouths, almost down to the ground.

"Elven Fountain? Is it the Fountain of the Elves? ”

At this moment, a high-pitched voice suddenly sounded from behind the gate, and the gate was suddenly pushed open, and the door was wrapped in a huge force and slammed into the bodies of several dwarven warriors, knocking them all out of the air.

Ling Yun's eyes narrowed slightly, and in front of him, he didn't know when a dwarf more than a meter tall appeared. The dwarf looked much stronger than the average dwarf, and had thick calluses on his hands, apparently formed by years of forging. A powerful aura emanated from this dwarf's body, making Chen Jing and the others feel a pang in their hearts.

However, the dwarf's gaze was staring at the wine jar in Ling Yun's hand, and a trace of saliva appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"It's really the Fountain of Elves, or the Fountain of Elves for a hundred years!" The dwarf muttered to himself, his eyes full of the shadow of the wine jar in Ling Yun's hand.

"This is, Master Mohan?" Chen Jing and the two looked at the dwarf who was staring at the wine jar, and couldn't help but look at each other. "It's really better to meet than to be famous!"

Several dwarven warriors who were knocked by the door stood up a little dazed, and after seeing Mo Han, they couldn't help but look at each other, and quickly walked to the side to continue to stand guard, but their eyes also glanced at the wine jar in Ling Yun's hand from time to time.

"Master Mohan, what's wrong with you?"

At this moment, a deep voice came from the backyard, and a tall man stepped out of the small courtyard.

"Hahahaha, old Moore, our luck this time is really good, we are lucky enough to be able to see the century-old Elven Spring!" Mohan laughed and said to the people who came out.

"A hundred years of the Fountain of the Elves?" Hearing Mohan's words, Moore couldn't help but be shocked and walked quickly to Mohan's side.

"Who is this?" Looking at Ling Yun, who was holding the wine jar in his hand, Moore asked with some confusion.

"This is the guest who brought good wine, and the benefactor of our dwarf race." Mohan said to Moore.

"A benefactor of the dwarves?" When Moore heard this, the corners of his eyebrows couldn't help jumping, these words are very heavy.

"Okay, don't stay at the door, I'll go inside." Mo Han happily grabbed Ling Yun's hand and dragged him directly into the small courtyard.