"I wonder whose young master this is."

"Didn't you just hear the boss calling that Renjun family head?"

"Could it be that Jun family?"

"That's not surprising."

Pingcheng Jun's family.

This old family has survived in the Qingyuan Continent for nearly a thousand years. Every member of the family is an expert in refining weapons. The spiritual weapons they refine are enough for these casual cultivators to eat for a year.

After stuffing a lot of bags of high-quality spirit stones into the exchanger, Jun Luo finally paid for a hundred servings of spirit food.

"Boss Lin, what level of spiritual weapon is this converter?"

He looked at it several times, but still couldn't figure it out.

"This is something I made for fun, it has no grade."

Lin Yanan complained inwardly.

It's just a machine, of course you can't tell.

This sentence had a different meaning in Jun Luo's ears.

No grade?

It’s just that he was too narrow-minded to see it. If it were the ancestor of the family, it would be different.

Even things without any grade are made so exquisitely. I wonder how advanced her weapon-refining skills are.

It would be nice if I could learn a little from it.

Their Jun family has made a living by refining weapons for generations, and he had no idea that they could also make such a spiritual weapon.

The two people from the Jun family sat in the private room for a long time, and did not leave until two hours had passed.

Due to time constraints, the restaurant lobby, except for the second floor, was cleared out early.

Looking closely at the mud and sand under his feet, Jun Luo discovered that the soil more than ten feet away from the Salted Fish Restaurant was quite different from that nearby.

A bold idea was born from this.

Could it be that this huge restaurant is full of spiritual weapons refined by Boss Lin?

Jun Luo guessed right.

But it's not right.

This building was indeed built by someone, but it was not the one he thought it was.

Lancang Sect.

Chaoyue Pavilion.

"Peak Master, over in Yangcheng..."

"What did you say?"

"Restaurant?"

"I can actually kill Wen Fan alone. Keep sending people to keep an eye on him."

Master Mingyou stroked his beard and his eyes met the shining star outside the window.

"Purple Star? A soul from another world?"

However, this is not the time for the girl of destiny to appear!

I should go and try it myself. If it is true... then it belongs to their sect.