"Not good, careless!" Jiang Yi exclaimed in the mixer room.

"What's wrong?" Feng Shaoyu was puzzled.

He did not understand why Jiang Yi was so nervous and disoriented!

Li Yitong stared blankly, because she was shocked by this fantasy scene. The soldier showed a vision. What kind of rank was this sword? She was a bit unimaginable.

With a hint of anxiety, Jiang Yi joyfully said, "I underestimated the quality of this weapon. I thought it would barely reach the quality of the next-level magic weapon, but I didn't expect it to show a vision and become a medium Spiritual artifact. "

Feng Shaoyu still didn't understand: "Is there anything wrong with this?"

"Of course this is good, but what I don't pay back is that I haven't put down a ban to prevent the leakage of the vision. At this moment, everyone in the city must know that it exists, and many people will come here if you want to come here. "

Feng Shaoyu understood something and said, "Don't they dare to rob?"

"I'm here for a while, so I won't." Jiang Yi worried. "But if they know that this sword is yours, then you will be in trouble."

"Is there any king law?"

Jiang Yi smiled and said, "Did you cultivate the immortal on the first day? The term Wang Fa is limited to ordinary people. For us, strength is Wang Fa, and everything is everything."

"Senior, then aren't we in trouble?" Li Yitong knows the terrible relationship inside. Although the Chinese artifact is not a magic weapon, it is not much in the entire suspended mountain range or even in the entire East Island. No more than three thousand pieces.

Three thousand pieces seem to be quite a lot, but compared to the one million cultivators, it is a pitiful amount.

Of the three thousand cults of Immortals, only half of them have spirits.

Therefore, the magical tool has a fatal attraction to the immortal or the demon.

Jiang Yi nodded slightly and said, "Trouble is a bit, but not yet, I will help you cover up the past. Now Shao Yu, you quickly put down the spirit artifact and put it in your body, so as not to be found by them."

"Huh!" Feng Shaoyu nodded his head and said, "Senior, please trouble you."

The words did not fall, Feng Shaoyu leapt up, reached out and grabbed the dragon thorn.

But what surprised Feng Shaoyu was that at the moment when his hand was about to grab the hilt of the sword, the dragon thorn seemed to be aware of the danger, flew at a high speed, and escaped.

"Oh, I want to run!"

Feng Shaoyu hurried up, while turning his right wrist. Suddenly, a huge whirlwind appeared on the palm of his hand, swallowed up clockwise towards the dragon's thorn.

Although Dragonthorn was extremely unwilling and struggling desperately, it was impossible to escape the palm of Feng Shaoyu's palm. Under the powerful devour, it was sucked into his palm.

Seeing this, Li Yitong quickly said: "Quickly, recognize the Lord with blood!"

Without Li Yitong's reminder, Feng Shaoyu had already done so. As soon as he turned his right hand, the sharp thorns cut through the skin of his left hand, and the blood instantly stained the thorns.

But suddenly, the light flashed and the blood was absorbed.

After the blood was absorbed, the light on the sword suddenly restrained, and the irritable calmed down.

"Close" Feng Shaoyu grinned and sighed, and the dragon thorn disappeared from his palm.

"Sister, let's go and see."

Li Yitong nodded, and the two walked towards the outside of the mixer.

As soon as they left the door, they heard the noise coming from the outside.

When I came to the living room, I found that it was full of people, all of whom were senior middle-aged and elderly.

One by one, they were fighting Jiang Yi, and there were two of their acquaintances, the owner of the city, Zou Hong and the owner of Bai Baozhai.

When boss Ma saw Feng Shaoyu and Li Yitong, there was a hint of coldness in his eyes, but then a sneer appeared in the corner of his mouth.

"Everyone, I have already said that this weapon was made by my disciples for the sake of his disciples. The purpose is to enable him to achieve good results in the contest of contests, so I will not sell this weapon. Please come back! "Jiang Yi was a little bit noisy by them.

"Elder Jiang, you no longer think about it. If you think there is a problem with the price, I can double it again."

"That's right, old man Jiang, do you think about it! Just sell it to us!"

"Elder Jiang, if you don't sell it, then you have to make another spiritual artifact, spiritual stone material, etc. for me."

Jiang Yi shook his head and said, "Don't you embarrass us? You have cultivated centuries for decades. Do n't you know that this smelter is no better than stir-fried dishes. You can make stir-fried dishes with good ingredients. Delicious food. But this refiner has to be in harmony with the time and place, so even if you have good materials, you won't necessarily be able to make spiritual artifacts. So don't embarrass me. "

Of course, they knew it, but it was so easy to see the birth of a magical tool, and they would not give up easily.

"Elder Jiang, you don't have to sell it, and you don't need to refine it for us. Just take it out and open our eyes. This is all right!"

Jiang Yi shook his head and said, "The magical tool is still the confession of the Lord, and you cannot take it out to watch, so I can only be sorry!"

"Elder Jiang, it's too stingy for you to quit!" Someone was so angry that he came to see him sincerely, but didn't want to bump into the wall everywhere. This made him not angry.

"That's it! Elder Jiang, we came here to give you face. It's too big of you to do so!" Someone echoed, resentful.

"Huh!" Jiang Yi suddenly sank, and said, "What? Do you want to be wild in my refining cabinet? Just come here if you want to die. I haven't feared anyone in my life."

During the conversation, an intangible murderous gas was sent into Jiang Yi's body. Suddenly, the atmosphere across the meeting room became heavy and killed.

The noisy crowd was quiet all of a sudden, silent.

Everyone looked at Jiang Yi with a serious look on their faces, which was very embarrassing.

"Hehe ..." Suddenly, a laughter broke the solemn atmosphere.

The owner of the city wrinkled and said, "Elder Jiang, don't be angry! We are just curious to watch the magical tools. Since you don't show it, then I won't be as strong as anyone else, everyone will disperse!"

Speaking, Wrinkle stood up and said, "Elder Jiang, leave!"

Jiang Yi nodded slightly and nodded, "City Lord, don't give it away!"

"Stay!" After speaking, Weng Hong turned away and left quickly.

When others saw Zou Hong leaving, they also wanted Jiang Yi to leave.

Because the atmosphere has been so disturbed to this day, they have no point in staying there anymore. It is better to leave early, lest Jiang Yi's face be seen here.

After everyone left, Jiang Yi snorted and said, "A bunch of hypocrites!"