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The horse steward also glanced at Wu Fan's back with a strange expression, and a trace of schadenfreude flashed in his eyes, and he didn't know if it was because Lotte was deflated, or because of the grudge between Wu Fan and Lotte who was secretly happy.

"Steward Ma, have you seen enough, if you have seen enough, let's hand over the task to Young Master Ben first. ”

The ancient barbarian monk named Lotte tidied up a little, and then under the support of a group of monks, he walked back to the horse steward, and threw a token to the other party with his backhand, and said in an impatient tone.

"Yes, the young pavilion master is calm down, and I will hand over the task to you. ”

The steward of the horse was obviously also a master who did not want to cause trouble, so he took the wooden card, quickly completed the formalities, and returned the wooden card.

Seeing that the task was handed over, Lotte didn't want to stay here longer, and glanced at a few ancient barbarian monks around him, then snorted coldly, and then turned around and walked out with a group of monks.

"Hmph, what's the big deal, isn't it just that there is a father who is the pavilion master, if it weren't for so many people to help him, this kind of dangerous task, where can he be a monk of the twelfth layer of the condensation stage. ”

Not long after this Lotte left, there were several monks in the Hall of Ten Thousand Laws who whispered with disdainful faces, as if this Lotte was a very bad person on weekdays, and there were so many monks in the Hall of Ten Thousand Laws, and none of them were willing to stand up and speak for him.

The steward was just about to say a few words, but there was another commotion at the door, and then a group of monks, led by two monks, rushed in angrily.

When he saw the faces of the two leading monks, the other monks were no different, but the faces of the monks who had spoken out before about squeezing Lotte changed greatly, and they immediately lowered their heads, not daring to take another look.

The two monks in the lead look quite similar, and they both carry a giant sword behind them, but one of them has a proud demeanor, looking like the only one in the world, but the cultivation is only the twelfth layer of the condensation period, which is the Lotte who has gone and returned.

As for the one next to Lotte, his appearance is at least ninety percent similar to Lotte, but his expression is cold, his eyes are like torches, and a sharp sword aura on his body is like a tiger that chooses people to devour, dormant in his body.

And this person's cultivation has actually reached the terrifying Great Perfection of the Qi Condensation Period, and it seems that one foot is about to step into the Xuan Ling Stage.

"Steward Ma, I heard that just now in this Ten Thousand Laws Palace, my younger brother was bullied and suffered a lot of injuries because of this, but is there such a thing?"

The ancient barbarian monk standing next to Lotte glanced at the other monks in the Ten Thousand Law Pavilion before he turned around and asked in a cold tone.

"Young Master Lotte does have a conflict with a Terran monk, this person is a Terran monk who has recently joined our clan, and is temporarily listed as a disciple of the Deacon Pavilion, as for the other circumstances, Ma is not very clear. ”

Seeing that the other party was pointing the finger at him, the horse steward hurriedly arched his hand and said with a stern expression.

"Hmph, Deacon Pavilion, it's good, a group of Terran wastes dare to bully the people of my Giant Sword Pavilion, come with me. ”

This person didn't take care of things too much, and after getting the Feng Pavilion where Wu Fan was, he gave an order and walked outside with a group of ancient barbarian monks, looking at its direction, it was the direction where the Deacon Pavilion was located.

Seeing that Lotte and the gang had finally left, Steward Ma's eyes flickered, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then sat back and ignored it.

"Go and investigate the identity of this Terran monk named Wu Fan, this matter should not be publicized, if possible, try to have a little relationship with this person, after the matter is done, come to me immediately to report, I will reward you freely." ”

Just as the steward was about to close his eyes and take a nap, the majestic voice that had just disappeared appeared in his mind again, and the steward immediately jumped up from his chair in shock, causing several other monks to be baffled.

And Steward Ma himself just hesitated in place for a moment, hurriedly called a disciple to give an order, and then got up and walked out, making the other monks in the Hall of Ten Thousand Laws even more confused.

At the same time, in a magnificent attic of the Ten Thousand Law Pavilion, an ancient barbarian monk in a green robe who looked to be in his forties was standing in front of the window, looking at the back of the horse steward in the distance, his eyes flickering, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"The spirit beast on this son's shoulder seems to be the rumored spirit beast, if this is the case, this son is really useful, no matter how much it costs, this son must be recruited into his command. ”

The green-robed middle-aged man muttered a few words to himself, and a flash of inspiration flashed on his body, and the whole person turned into a green light out of thin air, and disappeared.

As for Wu Fan, after leaving the Ten Thousand Law Pavilion, he did not return to the Deacon Pavilion, but controlled the magic weapon all the way and flew towards the back mountain.

Previously, he had asked Senior Brother Wu that there was a textile market set up by this clan in the mountains behind him, where various monks could exchange their cultivation resources, and naturally there were also shops set up by some clans to sell all kinds of spiritual treasures.

And Wu Fan's purpose of going to the Textile City is to find a refining master and refine a few magic weapons that are handy, speaking of which, in addition to a dragon string silk spirit weapon and a flying sword magic weapon that cannot be seen, there is no other magic weapon against the enemy, whether it is a big competition in the future or going to a wild place, these magic weapons are obviously not enough.

Therefore, he planned to use the materials collected before to refine a few handy magic weapons, in case of emergency.

Two hours later, a row of bluestone buildings in the distance was clearly visible, and Wu Fan knew that he had reached his destination, so he immediately accelerated the magic weapon under his feet and flew towards the building.

The stalls and shops in this textile market are basically set up by the clansmen of the ancient barbarian clan, at this time, seeing Wu Fan a human monk here, and the clothes are so weird, they all looked at Wu Fan in private curiously whispering, Wu Fan ignored it completely, turned around a few times at will, and then stopped in front of a shop with Qibao Pavilion hanging on the door, hesitated slightly, and then walked inside.

The shop is not very big, this is Wu Fan's first feeling after entering the door.

On both sides of the shop, there are several simple cabinets, on which are hung some swords, sticks and other magic weapons, but it can be seen from the faint aura emitted from them, they are just the most rubbish low-grade magic weapons.

Seeing this, Wu Fan was slightly disappointed, and was about to turn around and leave, but a young man in his twenties suddenly stood up behind the counter, and when he saw that Wu Fan was leaving, he hurriedly stopped Wu Fan.

Wu Fan saw that this little second was actually the same as himself, a real Terran monk, but his cultivation was only five layers, and his face couldn't help but flash a trace of surprise, but then he returned to normal.

This Xiao Er obviously didn't expect Wu Fan to be a Terran monk, and it could be seen at a glance from Wu Fan's clothes that Wu Fan had not always been in the ancient barbarian clan, but had recently joined this clan.

"Does this guest officer have any needs, the shop has all kinds of magic materials, and you are satisfied. ”

This little second is also clever, and after a moment, he immediately changed his smile and said to Wu Fan.

"Oh, is that all the junk hanging from the cabinet?"

Wu Fan frowned slightly, a faint disappointment in his heart, and planned to leave this place and go elsewhere.

"Naturally not, these hanging on the cabinet are just refined at will when I practice, the real boutique is refined by my master himself, sir, you haven't even seen it, how can you be so sure that there is no suitable one?"

Seeing that Wu Fan looked like he was leaving, this little second hurriedly explained.

"Oh, master, I don't know if your master can refine top-level magic weapons?"

When Wu Fan heard this little second talk about the master, he immediately stopped, turned his head and asked lightly.