"Free Divine Craftsman?" The consciousness of the gods paused, and their faces were embarrassed, "Don't say it's free, I'm afraid that the divine craftsman can't find it in the entire god domain." ”

Chen Xiaoyu tightened his eyebrows, he understood but didn't understand the meaning of this sentence.

The sub-god consciousness of the Heavenly Viewing Mirror said that to repair the Heavenly Viewing Mirror, it is necessary to spend money to hire a divine craftsman, and the task given by Chen Zhouzhou is also a simple restoration of the Heavenly Viewing Mirror. He, Chen Xiaoyu, has been working hard to enter Shenming City, and the ultimate goal is to find a divine craftsman, after all, only then can he bring the intact Sky Viewing Mirror back to Spirit Sword Peak.

Although these sound quite selfless spirit of the protagonist, in fact, Chen Xiaoyu is just to complete his own task, Chen Zhouzhou promised him that when the collection is full of 100, he can return to the industrial era of high-rise buildings more than 100,000 years ago!

But now, the city lord of Shenming City told him that the entire God Domain may not be able to find a god craftsman.

It's like you going to buy ice cream with ten dollars from your dad, only to be told by the boss that it's more than ten dollars, and only five dollars is enough, but the ice cream is sold out.

Chen Xiaoyu stared blankly at the consciousness of the gods, his eyes were empty, he completely lost the temperament of the protagonist of Shuangwen before, and he was lost like a defeated dog, a puppy that couldn't eat ice cream and could only cry his nose.

Looking at Chen Xiaoyu's appearance, the consciousness of the gods was actually a little sympathetic, and he asked in his thoughts: "As soon as the god craftsman puts it in advance, there is another condition you can mention, I promise as the city lord of the god city that I will help you complete it." ”

After a little relaxation, Chen Xiaoyu thought about it. It is an indisputable fact that it is difficult to find a divine craftsman in the divine domain nowadays. So instead of being depressed and uncomfortable here, it is better to repay the favor of the old man first.

He took out the crumpled portrait from the spatial ring, handed it to the god consciousness, smiled awkwardly, and said, "The girl on this portrait, I don't know if the city lord knows it. ”

The consciousness of the gods smiled contemptuously, "Above and below the sky, in the land of the gods, there is no one I don't know. As he spoke, he took a step forward, picked up the crumpled portrait, and glanced at it, and the whole person was there, doubting for a moment what he had just said, and at the same time doubting his eyes.

"This ...... "Who the fuck can tell who it is!"

The consciousness of the gods took into account their identity, and the swear words that broke out of their hearts were still held back, and they cleared their throats tactically, and said: "The person who painted the portrait is too abstract, 90,000 years is too long, and there are all the gods in the city of gods, I occasionally forget, I'm really sorry." ”

"I knew it! You don't know ......" Chen Xiaoyu's just ignited flame of hope suddenly extinguished, stretched out his hand to recapture the portrait, and complained: "What else do you say will be able to complete the conditions, you can't afford to win or lose in playing games, harm, this is a god." ”

Being ridiculed like this by a cultivator who had just ascended from the human world, the gods realized that as the city lord of the god city, their faces were certainly unbearable.

He looked at Chen Xiaoyu in astonishment, his fists clenched. After a while, he sighed: "The person on this portrait is indeed difficult to find, and the position of divine craftsman has been followed by no one for tens of thousands of years, but there is still the last known divine craftsman in the god realm in the god valley south of the fairy mountain, but that ......"

"What's wrong with that one?"

Chen Xiaoyu, who was rekindled the flame of hope, was so excited that he almost grabbed the hands of the gods' consciousness and said dear.

The Divine Consciousness looked at the young man with an excited face, shook his head, and sighed lightly, "That is the second sword emperor of the human world who separated the Divine Sea and the Immortal Mountain with a sword more than 30,000 years ago, causing turmoil in the Divine Domain and killing thousands of gods, Meng Haobai. ”

"Meng Haobai?" Chen Xiaoyu paused, "That human sword cultivator!" …… But I haven't heard of ......."

The gods were stunned, "His deeds are shocking in your world, don't you know?" ”

Chen Xiaoyu spread his hands, he is not a native of this era, how can he know.

In order to cooperate with the consciousness of the gods, Chen Xiaoyu had no choice but to become a human cultivator in his eyes, and after a little thought, he said: "Maybe I haven't paid much attention to him, the world does mention sword cultivation, and they all use him as a standard." However, the city lord said that he was the last known divine craftsman in the divine domain, wasn't he a sword cultivator, how did he become a divine craftsman again. ”

The consciousness of the gods was long-term, and a slight fear appeared on their faces, and they said: "In the past, every divine craftsman in the Divine Domain was a sword cultivator, but after Meng Haobai made a big fuss in the Divine Domain with one person and one sword, the gods suppressed him in the Divine Valley, and then the old valley lord issued a decree to slaughter the sword cultivation law in the Immortal Mountain with a divine ban, and there would be no sword cultivation gods in this god city, and there would be no more divine craftsmen in the divine domain. ”

"So only Meng Haobai is left among the divine craftsmen of the Divine Domain." Chen Xiaoyu echoed.

"Yes, but what are you looking for a craftsman?" The gods looked at Chen Xiaoyu suspiciously.

For tens of thousands of years, the craftsman has been a profession born for the treasures of the gods. Since the inflow of ancient god treasures, the position of god craftsman has long become a dispensable existence in the god domain, and he is only responsible for the sewing and repair of some ordinary artifacts, and it is precisely because of this that the later god valley lord ordered the slaughter of the sword cultivator, and no one stopped him.

In fact, the consciousness of the gods is also clear, and it is just because the Divine Domain does not have the ability to kill Meng Haobai and kill these sword cultivators to vent their anger. He could not chill the hearts of the people.

Chen Xiaoyu scratched his head, but still decided not to tell the gods about the Heavenly Mirror.

Making up nonsense, this skill that hasn't been used for a long time......

"Didn't the lord of the city say that the position of the craftsman has been depressed to the point of being the only one left because of the events of more than 30,000 years ago, I came from the human world for the position of the craftsman, I want to learn the skills of the craftsman, and then return to the world to seek benefits for the dawn of Kyushu." Chen Xiaoyu's eyes were sincere, looking at the consciousness of the gods.

The young man's sincere gaze infected the consciousness of the gods, he walked in front of Chen Xiaoyu, raised his hand and touched his forehead, and said, "Okay, since this is the case, I will send you to the Valley of the Gods, and when you get there, you will use the mark of the gods on your forehead to let the Lord of the New Valley of the Gods Valley lead you to see Meng Haobai." ”

When the words fell, Chen Xiaoyu's body was shrouded in golden light, and he disappeared in front of everyone's eyes in an instant.

The consciousness of the gods turned around and turned his back, his appearance changed back to a middle-aged man, he took a step forward, suddenly paused, raised his head and looked at the divine sword hanging above the inner city of the gods, his eyebrows suddenly locked, and said lightly: "That sword, how do you seem to have seen it somewhere." ”

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