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Shi Feng smiled bitterly, cupped his fists and saluted, "This junior has met Master Yan."

Yan Shuyou extended his hand and introduced, "Brother, this is fellow Taoist Shi Fengshi. He has superb weapon refining skills and is also a good friend of our Pinghu Villa."

Yan Bozhou, a long-bearded man, looked Shi Feng up and down, "Well, well, I can see from the palms of fellow Taoist Shi's hands that you are very good at refining weapons, haha."

"Senior is ridiculous! The famous junior of the Grand Master has heard Uncle Qianchu say many times that in Qinzhong Continent, senior is the only one who is ranked as a fourth-grade weapon refining master based on his golden elixir cultivation."

"Oh! It turns out that you are a disciple of Qianchu Lao Dao. No wonder you have such cultivation at such a young age. What a pity, why did you come here to die?" At this point, Yan Bozhou shouted with a straight face, "Lao San, is it you? Instigated Fellow Daoist Shi to enter the inner hall?"

Before Uncle Yan could speak, Shi Feng rushed to say, "The third master didn't ask me to come in. Speaking of which, it was me who got the third master into trouble."

Immediately, Shi Feng briefly explained what happened in Illusion Land Liyuan.

Yan Bozhou was stunned when he heard this, "The demon king actually came out of Liyuan. No wonder you ran to the inner hall in a panic."

He picked up the staff on the ground and stroked it with both hands, "Is this the heavenly wood staff? Well, it is actually made of the Nanming Chun tree. It is rare and rare. This thing was made by Master Peacock himself, and it can be called a sacred tool of Buddhism."

Shi Feng saw that he knew the origin of the material as soon as he touched his palm, and was impressed in his heart. He was worthy of being a fourth-grade weapon refining master!

Yan Bozhou sighed and handed the wooden stick to Shi Feng, "It's a pity that although the magic weapon is good, it is completely useless."

Shi Feng took the wooden stick and said, "Senior, is this the inner hall?"

"good."

Uncle Yan looked around, "Brother, is there a teleportation array in this room?"

"Yes. Unfortunately, it's one-way. You can only come in, but not go out."

"Brother, why do you happen to be staying here? Do you know that we are going to teleport in?"

Yan Bozhou shook his head, "I don't know! But the magic weapon you used to track me before was very strange, and I can roughly sense your location.

So I come to the teleportation array in this house every day to observe the situation.

Unexpectedly, I just squatted for a while today and saw you idiot rushing in! "

Speaking of this, Yan Bozhou was very angry and couldn't help kicking Uncle Yan's feet.

Yan Shuyou was used to being beaten and scolded by his elder brother since he was a child, so he didn't care, "Brother, what is going on in this inner palace?"

"Let's go back, let's talk as we go, otherwise, when it gets dark, those monsters will come out and wander around again."

"What? There are still monsters in the inner hall?"

"What do you think?"

Yan Bozhou pushed the door open and walked out of the small stone house. In front of him was a very wide corridor with blue stone walls on the left and right. There seemed to be nothing above his head, and the sunlight covered the ground.

Shi Feng remembered looking at the inner hall from a distance. It was a huge circular shape, covering an area of ​​more than a hundred acres, and was surrounded by houses and pavilions.

There is nothing unusual about it on the outside, but spiritual consciousness cannot penetrate it at all. Obviously, the entire inner temple was enveloped by a powerful magic circle.

While walking, Yan Bozhou suddenly whispered, "Here, talk about monsters, and the monsters are coming!"

The door of the palace on the right side of the stone corridor in front opened with a creak, and three people walked out, no, to be precise, three demon cultivators.

The former demon cultivator was over ten feet tall, with fine black spots all over his face, and his pupils emitted a strange yellow light. He was a late-level third-level cultivator.

The yellow-eyed demon cultivator looked at Uncle Yan on Wednesday and shouted from a distance, "Boss Yan, you have been very lazy recently. Everyone is thinking about how to get out, but you are the only one squatting in front of the teleportation array every day.

What, are these two unlucky new guys? "

Yan Bozhou had a sullen face, "Kuaibiao, you have to show your talents! These two people are from my Pinghu Villa. One is my third brother Yan Shuyou, and the other is Elder Shi from Keqing."

He whispered, "Ignore them."

Leading Uncle Yan Shi Feng, he slowly walked past the three demon cultivators.

The demon cultivator Kuangbiao said with a smile from behind, "How can you believe the people of Pinghu Villa? Hey, these two people are smooth and fleshy. Boss Yan, if you cook them, you have to give me a piece of the pie!"

Yan Bozhou shrugged, "Fellow Taoist Shi, you don't think that I will really cook you and eat you after I go back, do you?"

Shi Feng said hurriedly, "Of course not. I have followed Master Qianchu for many years. Master Qianchu has talked about you more than once. Senior's character is well-known by everyone!"

"Oh, what did the old man say about me?"

"Master uncle said that you are extremely talented and have a very high spirit. You are arrogant but not domineering. Although you have a big temper, you are by no means a villain."

Yan Bozhou couldn't help laughing loudly, "The old Taoist's eyes are really vicious when he looks at people! Haha!

Niubi is good at everything, but a little pedantic. I think you are much better than your uncle in this regard. Oh, here we are. "

While speaking, Yan Bozhou stopped. Two huge bronze doors appeared on the right side of the stone corridor, with three large characters "Shenwu Hall" written in the middle.

Shi Feng could tell at a glance that this palace had very strict restrictions.

Yan Bozhou took out a token and chanted a spell. After ten breaths, the restriction was lifted.

Yan Bozhou stretched out his hand to knock on the shooting ring and shouted loudly, "Friend Daoist Zhang, Friend Daoist Zhang!"

"Hey, hey, here we come." Someone inside agreed.

The copper door opened, and a red-faced man walked out. His cultivation was at the peak of the early stage of the Golden Core. Demonic energy was lingering around his body. He was obviously a demon cultivator.

"Brother Yan came back early today. These two are..."

"This Uncle Yan is my third brother, and this Taoist Master Shi is my third brother's friend."

After saying that, Yan Bozhou turned around and said, "This is Fellow Daoist Zhang Fangzhang of the Hualing Sect. He lives with me in the Shenwu Palace."

Zhang Fang was very polite and bowed repeatedly, "Hello, Third Master, Hello, Daoist Shi! Nice to meet you.

I am Zhang Fang. Although I am a demon cultivator, I am of the same human race. In the future, please take care of me, Daoist friends."

Yan Shuyou Shi Feng also politely returned the greeting, "I dare not, Daoist friend Zhang, please give me more advice."

"Come in, this Shenwu Hall is our cave."

Yan Bozhou stepped into the hall. The roof of the hall was inlaid with eight moonstones, and the soft light illuminated the entire hall.

After everyone came in, Zhang Fang closed the door very seriously and opened the ban.

Shi Feng quickly scanned the hall. The hall was square, more than five meters long and wide, with a stone statue in the middle.

The stone statue was carved of a tall man with a naked upper body and knotted muscles. He held a hammer in his left hand and a piece of iron in his right hand, and was hammering.

Shi Feng had been refining tools for many years and recognized at a glance that the person enshrined here was the hammer god Yijun.

Legend has it that Emperor Jun gave birth to Sanshen, Sanshen gave birth to Yijun, Yijun was Qiaojue, and he was the first to create hundreds of skills for the people. This ancient immortal was best at smelting and was one of the three ancestors worshipped by weapon refiners.

On the left and right walls of the hall, various magic tools were densely painted.

Look carefully, these are just graphic introductions, not magic tool chain diagrams.

Yan Bozhou pointed with his finger, "This Shenwu Hall is divided into two halls, the inner and outer halls. This is the outer hall, where Fellow Daoist Zhang lives.

Mine is inside, come in and take a look."

He walked to the stone wall behind the statue, took out a token, and shook it slightly.

The stone slabs on the wall were pushed open with a rumble, revealing a small door.