The Demon Lord has too many aliases

In order to resolve the shortcomings in his heart, this man was generous and allowed him to take whatever wealth and power was unimaginable in the world.

But the other party made an extraordinary wish - he just wanted to resolve one party's difficulties and turn the thousands of miles of dry land where ancestors had lived for generations into fertile soil.

So that the tragedies of the past will never happen again.

"...'This is simple.

’ The man just smiled, picked up the jade belt, and waved it casually.

But when the jade belt swells in the wind, it suddenly turns into a thousand-mile long river with blue waves winding straight down. In less than a year, this place has become a fertile soil.

"" He felt something immediately, and he immediately entered the realm of heaven.

" At this point, the fat on the rich man's face began to tremble, and his eyes were full of longing, revealing the ordinary people's yearning for the power that can change the world.

"Fake.

"Yan Weilou interrupted this longing simply and rudely, leaving no room for fantasy, "How can a half-step heavenly person have such strength? Moving mountains to fill seas is simple, turning jade into rivers, this already involves the way of creation that transcends heaven and man.

Even gods and humans cannot do it.

"... Is it easy to move mountains and fill seas? Is this nonsense, or can it really be done? The middle-aged man was surprised and couldn't help but smile: "This, folk legends, are mostly fictitious, maybe it's the locals who have increased the value of Yu Hengjiang. means.

Those fools and foolish people used this as a bait to trick outsiders into taking the bait, but little did they know that the young master was wise enough to see through their scheme at a glance! "Speaking of this, he started blowing again out of habit.

Yan Weilou: "..." Even if you can find every opportunity to make a rainbow fart, it's absolutely amazing.

He coughed slightly, and Wang Jian asked: "How far is it from Guanlan Jiange?" "Go back to the young master, there are still seven miles.

"Guanlan Jiange is located in the lower reaches of Yuheng River, in a lake opened by a tributary.

The first pavilion master used the power of the realm of heaven and man to gather sand into earth, use earth to form hills, and create an island in the lake.

Then Guanlan Jiange was established on the island.

Although it is named after the Sword Pavilion, this is not a sect that focuses on practicing swordsmanship like the Canghai Sword Sect, but a force with swordsmiths as its core.

However, for the safety of Guanlan Sword Pavilion, Guanlan Sword Pavilion has also cultivated a group of extremely powerful swordsmen over the years, the so-called "Three Thousand Swordsmen".

Everyone among them has insight and practice.

Once the sword formation is formed and combined with the formation of the island in the middle of the lake, even half-step celestial beings will not dare to break through.

Therefore, Guanlan Jiange has a transcendent status among the major forces in the world.

And this is what Yan Weilou said was "professional" that might be able to help Su Xinghan.

This is because of the problem with the Divine Sword of Morning and Evening. Instead of looking for a miracle doctor, of course, we should go to a swordsmith! After hearing about the reputation of Guanlan Jiange in the world, Yan Weilou immediately targeted it.

The so-called "Valley of Immortals" was just something he used to confuse the Great You Dynasty.

Although it is impossible to cheat forever, the longer you can delay it, the better.

It would be best to eliminate the hidden dangers in Xiu Xinghan during this period of time.

Guanlan Jiange is the best choice.

As a force composed of swordsmiths, Guanlan Sword Pavilion not only strictly controls the quantity and casts spiritual weapons and magic weapons on a regular basis, but also has many peripheral industries. The hundred-forged green steel swords it produces are enough to supply half of the world.

Many chambers of commerce, large and small, purchase goods from them.

The fleet that Yan Weilou boarded was a chamber of commerce secretly supported by Jiuxingzhai, named Tongyuan.

Guanlan Jiange has a large share of purchases.

This time I went there in the name of purchasing a batch of hundred-section blue steel swords.

The wealthy middle-aged man standing next to Yan Weilou is the steward of the Chamber of Commerce.

Yan Weilou replaced the precious son of the president of the Chamber of Commerce and came with him, in name of course to let the young master see the world before taking over the family business.

...The waves were rolling, and the boat was going down the river. Yan Weilou stood at the bow of the boat for a while, then turned around and entered the cabin.

In the room, Su Xinghan was lying on the bed, his whole body wrapped in a thick quilt, with only his pale face exposed.

The long eyelashes were still trembling.

A cold air continued to emanate from his body. The quilt, bed curtains, nearby tables, chairs and counters, as well as the floor and walls, were all stained with a thin layer of white frost by the diffuse cold mist.

Ever since the Chaomu Sword mutated and almost killed his whole body, and was interrupted by Yan Weilou's suppression, Su Xinghan's situation has become increasingly unpredictable.

Now this is just one of the changes.

Yan Weilou pushed open the door and walked in. He shivered with cold at first - originally this level of hypothermia was nothing to him, but now he was seriously injured - and then he took a few steps to the bedside.

He skillfully raised his hand to hold Zhu Xinghan's wrist, and continuously transferred the true energy into his body.

A warm current flowed along Xiu Xinghan's meridians to his limbs, and finally poured into his heart, finally restoring some warmth to his almost frozen heart.

His eyelashes fluttered and he opened his eyes.

"I'm fine...don't worry..." Seeing the scene in front of him, Su Xinghan's eyes changed slightly, and he suddenly pulled back his wrist and looked at Yan Weilou reproachfully.

There was anger in the tight lines of his lips.

Where does a seriously injured person get the courage to waste his energy like this? Moreover, judging from the moisture on his body, he probably did some activities that were extremely unaware of his physical condition.

… So angry! His thoughts are so simple and easy to understand, you can read it from those angry eyes.

Yan Weilou was silent for a moment with a guilty conscience, and then he said innocently: "Well, I couldn't resist the enthusiastic invitation of the steward, so I went outside to enjoy the beautiful scenery of Yuheng River."

" He casually put the blame on the steward, but Su Xinghan was obviously not that stupid, and still looked at him angrily, as if he was looking at a naughty child who refused to change his ways.

Even Yan Weilou himself didn't know why he felt guilty, but he subconsciously began to rack his brains, wanting to say something to change the subject, so that those angry eyes would show a happy smile again.

Suddenly, Yan Weilou had a flash of inspiration: "By the way, do you know that the river we are passing by now is called Yuheng River.

There is also a long-standing story about Yuheng River in the local area..." With the super memory of the Heavenly Saint, Yan Weilou repeated the story told by the steward almost word for word.

If the manager knew what he did, he would probably have a lot to say——… MMP! It’s useless to flatter you for so long.

Not only did he let me take the blame, but he also copied the travel guide I prepared with great effort.

Please be a decent person! Unfortunately, the manager didn’t know that this big shot who was flattered by him was such a jerk behind the scenes.

However, on the other hand, maybe it was his luck not to know? After a long story, Su Xinghan unconsciously forgot to be angry and immersed himself in it.

But after hearing the end, he felt that his previous depression not only did not improve, but rose to a higher level: "So, this is a tragedy of childhood sweethearts going to the end and infatuation being betrayed?" He summarized with his own understanding, "Or is it that pursuing the great way is the right way, and love can't withstand time after all?" "Uh... maybe that's it?" Yan Weilou hesitated, "Everyone has their own way, and the world changes..." At this point, he automatically muted himself.

…Why do I always feel that something is wrong? Perhaps... it's not right to tell a sick person about this tragedy? Wouldn't it affect his mood? Sure enough... he hadn't considered it properly.