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It turns out that the humanoid soul-destroying fire is beside them.

At this moment, Yan Luoyue and Ling Shuanghun completely withdrew their attention from the Soul-Destroying Fire and instead looked at Wu Manshuang in surprise.

Being stared at with sparkling eyes by her friends, Wu Manshuang's cheeks felt hot and she subconsciously wanted to pick up the hood of her coat and put it on.

He stretched out his hand but found nothing, then he realized: Yes, Yan Luoyue had already changed his clothes a few days ago.

Yan Luoyue extracted the newly acquired left-handed spiral shell, stripped it and refined it into a weft.

Not only did she refine a set of replacement underwear and silver gloves for Wu Manshuang, she also made a beautiful light silver robe for Xiao She, with a matching gilded mask.

They say clothes complement the person, and this is indeed true.

When Wu Man Shuang was wearing a black cloak, her aura was mysterious and dangerous, as if she would pull out a hidden sword from the shadows at any time, shoot out and strike fatally.

But when he changed his ordinary outer clothes into a gorgeous silver robe, people's attention unconsciously shifted to Wu Man Shuang's face.

At least now, Yan Luoyue couldn't help but look at Wu Manyhuang a few more times.

In the past, Wu Manshuang always covered most of her face with the shadow of her hood.

This is often overlooked, but the little snake actually has delicate and exquisite facial features.

If judged by Yan Luoyue's aesthetic standards, Wu Manshuang's appearance is very attractive.

Some children are cute when they are young, but they become less stunning when they grow up. This is mostly because as they grow up, their faces become rounder, their cheekbones become wider, and their eyes appear smaller in proportion.

But this problem would never occur with Wu Manshuang.

He has a very good bone structure, and his jawline is not round, but even has a sharp look.

This kind of appearance on a young person often appears too sharp.

But Wu Manshuang's calm and reserved temperament neutralized this deviation very well.

Whenever Wu Manyhuang sat by the window, deep in thought, with his delicate face set against the white plum blossoms outside the window, the atmosphere would instantly become full of emotion, making him look like a beautiful young man in ice and snow who had walked out of an elf story.

...But if he was like he is now, with his ears red with heat, and couldn't help but raise his hands to cover most of his face, blocking the sight of Yan Luoyue and Ling Shuanghun, then Wu Manshuang would be a cute little snake again.

Yan Luoyue asked curiously: "Manshuang, how did you do this?"

Wu Manshuang tried to explain the principle behind it: "My toxicity is relatively pure... Just like the way I suppress toxicity, I only need to reduce or increase a few types of poison..."

Although the explanation was very rough, Yan Luoyue understood it.

"So you can control the ratio of ingredients and determine the direction of toxin production?"

Wu Manshuang looked at her carefully and said, "You could say that."

"Can you develop a more targeted toxin?"

Yan Luoyue's mind was opened up after hearing this. He pointed at Ling Shuanghun beside him and suggested excitedly:

"For example, developing a toxin that can instantly remove hair with just one touch?"

Ling Shuanghun's eyes widened in shock: "The three of us are brothers from the same generation. Xiaoyan, why did you instruct Xiaowu to harm me like this?"

Yan Luoyue ignored him and counted on his fingers in front of Wu Manshuang with a serious smile.

"In fact, I've been wanting to say this for a long time. Your toxin that makes people explode makes too much noise. We can replace it with something else with a different effect! - For example, painless anesthesia/euthanasia, destructive neurotoxins, or a special poison that will produce false pregnancy symptoms if you glare at it..."

As Yan Luoyue's words became more and more outrageous, the poor little Wu's eyes became a little straight. Ling Shuanghun felt pity and forcibly pushed Yan Luoyue away from the table.

"That's enough, Xiaoyan, please don't say any more!"

Xiao Wu is a simple-minded person, and would treat a stick as a needle. What if he really came up with some strange poison that can cause hair loss or fake pregnancy...

"——Then I will make a special storage box and sell this toxin as a hair removal cream in the market."

Yan Luoyue said solemnly: "Believe me, this painless hair removal function will be very popular in the market."

Ling Shuanghun: “…”

Ling Shuanghun had nothing to say, so he could only take out the pen and scroll he carried with him and start writing a biography of Yan Luoyue.

He had a premonition that his friend - no, these two friends - would become world-famous in the future.

After seeing the self-propelled humanoid soul-dead fire wizard Man Shuang, Yan Luoyue withdrew his gaze with satisfaction.

She was going to put this soul-destroying fire down.

The Soul-Destroying Fire was given to me by someone else. If I want to use it as easily as Fanfen can, it will take some time for each of us to get used to the fire.

Yan Luoyue tried placing a few straw woven items made by Mr. Jiang and a few small broken baskets around the Soul-Destroying Fire.

These things are Fanfan’s favorite toys.

But the Soul-Dead Fire just jumped on the spot arrogantly, ignoring those toys.

Well, it seems that this flame is not interested in this.

Yan Luoyue tried some other combinations, but the Soul-Destroying Fire still ignored her attempts to show goodwill.

There is also a connection between weapon refiners and strange fires.

If this Soul-Dying Fire remains out of hand, Yan Luoyue will have no choice but to sell it.

Yan Luoyue sighed silently in her heart and prepared to put away the fire.

However, just as his fingers were wrapping around the spiritual energy and about to touch the flame, the straw Pi Xiu on Yan Luoyue's waist suddenly began to shake.

"... Pink?"

Yan Luoyue was a little surprised and held the pink flame in her palm: "What's wrong? Tell me slowly."

After years of cooperation, Yan Luoyue can now easily identify the information conveyed by the pink flame.

Pink is just beginning to gain consciousness, like a baby who has just been born.

It neither uses rhetoric to embellish nor makes requests in a subtle way. When communicating with Yan Luoyue, it often conveys the most straightforward emotions.

Just like now, Fanfan told Yan Luoyue directly - "I want to eat"!

"What do you want to eat?" Yan Luoyue thought of an answer, but found it unbelievable.

She pointed tentatively at the brown-red soul-death fire on the table and said, "Want to eat this?"

Mistaking Yan Luoyue's question for a promise, the feelings conveyed by Fanfan immediately became happy and excited.

“…”

For a moment, Yan Luoyue's expression was a little indescribable.

She pulled the pink body out of the straw.

A few years later, the pink flame is still very small. It has only grown from the size of a fingernail to the size of a peach blossom, but the color is becoming more and more dreamy and gorgeous.

On the other hand, the brown-red soul-death fire on the side. Its pale white flame core alone is as thick as a thumb, and the flame itself is as big as a fist.

The size difference between the two is really too great.

After sensing the pink flame's thoughts, Yan Luoyue rushed towards the super-grade Tibetan Mastiff bravely and recklessly as if she had seen a teacup dog.

But no matter how stupid the teacup dog is... What she meant was that no matter how innocent and cute the puppy is, it is still her own, Yan Luoyue's own.

Tibetan Mastiffs are gifts from others. People use them when they have special needs and can also give them away and sell them for money.

So Yan Luoyue was of course taking sides!

Controlling the Soul-Dying Fire with one hand, Yan Luoyue picked up the powder with his fingertips, intending to let it come into contact with the Soul-Dying Fire to see how powerful it was.

It's like a parent taking a curious child and quickly dipping him/her hands into hot water, and then the child knows that he/she shouldn't touch anything that's hot.

However, as soon as the distance between her and the Soul-Haunting Fire was shortened, Fanfan rushed over like a hungry tiger pouncing on its food.

Like an autistic child who had been hungry for ten days and ten nights, it happily rushed into the granary, wanting to swallow even the wall.

Because Fanfen's movements were so fast and fierce, Yan Luoyue couldn't catch her at all.

In that instant, Yan Luoyue closed her eyes in sorrow, her mood as complicated as if she had seen her own child imitating Peppa Pig and happily jumping into a mud puddle.

However, what happened next was far beyond Yan Luoyue's expectations.

The little pink flame did not come crawling back for help.

There is a slight depression on its round outer flame, like a small mouth.

Then, the Soul-Dying Fire was completely sucked into the pink flame!

Yan Luoyue's breathing suddenly became lighter.

She watched as the shape of the Soul-Dying Fire changed from a previously mighty cluster to a thin strand as thin as a noodle, and then was completely absorbed into the pink flame core.

Yan Luoyue: “!!!”

Death-soul-fire!

After swallowing the whole soul-death fire, Fanfan exhaled with a "puji" sound, just like a full child patting his belly and burping with satisfaction.

What is even more amazing is that even after swallowing a whole Soul-Destroying Fire, the size of the small pink flame did not change at all, only the color became more gorgeous and vivid.

After many years, Yan Luoyue called out Fanfan's name solemnly.

"Falling, Ying, Colorful!"

The little pink flame that was bouncing happily suddenly froze.

It stayed still for a second, then lay flat on the spot, pretending to be dead.

After rolling around on the table, Fanfen realized that this method would not solve the problem, so she simply threw herself into Yan Luoyue's hand and rubbed her fingers in a coquettish manner.

“…”

Yan Luoyue picked up the pink powder, like holding the skin of a kitten by the scruff, and took it to Ling Shuanghun to see.

"Xiao Ling, look at this..."

Ling Shuanghun's expression was also surprised.

As a person involved, he witnessed the whole process of Fanfen consuming the Soul-Destroying Fire.

After taking a look at Yan Luoyue calmly, Ling Shuanghun said to himself, "This should be considered as thieves robbing thieves... Could it be that this is the case of "where there is a fire, there is a fire?"

Yan Luoyue frowned: "...I'm still here, I can hear you."

"Ahem, sorry, I'll keep my voice down next time."

Ling Shuanghun straightened his expression and looked at the "falling petals" seriously.

He circled around the small pink flame while communicating with Yan Luoyue.

"In my impression, the different fires of heaven and earth are independent of each other and do not blend with each other. Occasionally, there are records of strong fire killing weak fire, but your flame... rather than killing, it would be more accurate to say that it devours."

Following Ling Shuanghun's gaze, Yan Luoyue lowered her head to look at the pink in her palm.

Even though it had just swallowed a Soul-Destroying Fire worth an entire flying boat, Luoyingpinfen did not show any abnormality.

It shows no signs of evolution nor of indigestion.

In addition to making Yan Luoyue feel happier, Fanfen looked as if she had just eaten a snack.

Yan Luoyue asked hesitantly, "In your memory, there are no similar records? Not even those that are even remotely related?"

"I have indeed never seen a story about different fires devouring each other. But if the conditions are not so strict, there is a legend that, if you think about it carefully, seems to be telling this story in reverse."

"You tell me."

Ling Shuanghun glanced at Fanfen and saw the little flame rolling around in Yan Luoyue's palm. A hint of amusement appeared in his eyes.

"Just listen to this story, don't take it too seriously."

"Just tell me."

"Okay." Ling Shuanghun said in a deep voice, "It is said that among the three divine treasures that were born with heaven and earth in the past, the Crow's Cry Fire gave birth to all the strange fires in the world and is the ancestor of all fires."

…

On the day when the conference officially opened, all the instrument refiners were present in the Thousand Refining Baku.

Among these weapon refiners, some held the invitation to the Thousand Refinements Conference provided by the sect, some held the unupgraded invitation to the Hundred Refinements Conference, some got in by using the Thousand Refinements invitation, and some bought an admission ticket at a high price from a second-hand vendor who happened to meet him outside...

The different sources of the invitations actually indicate the different power backgrounds, origins and identities of the instrument makers present.

But at this moment, no matter where the invitation came from, no matter what kind of badge was on their chest, all the weapon refiners gathered in the large square inside the Thousand Refinements Marquee.

At the end of the square stood a high platform, with a floor paved with colorful clouds and a curtain of golden brocade. There were only six people sitting on the platform, each of them a famous master of refining weapons.

Three of them were wearing similar-style robes, with the corners and cuffs of their robes decorated with five kinds of patterns: "instruments, elixirs, formations, swords, and talismans", which made it obvious that they were from the Hongtong Palace.

The remaining three people were: one was a middle-aged man wrapped in thick fur, with a sallow temperament and a sallow face; the other was a nun sitting cross-legged on a lotus platform, wearing a cassock and with a string of 108 beads hanging from her hand.

The last master, with white hair dragging on the ground, red eyes as intense as blood, and a gentle and lazy smile at the corner of his lips, was none other than Ji Qinghong Wu Yi.

When he glanced at the audience in a casual manner, everyone lowered their heads like wheat in the wind, and no one dared to look him in the eye.

The conference ceremony has not yet begun, but most of the participants have already arrived.

Yan Luoyue stretched out his ears and caught a lot of information from the whispers of the crowd.

"Incredible, a total of six weapon refining masters have come, and three of them are from Hongtong Palace alone. It seems that the main power of this Qianlian Conference will fall into the hands of Hongtong Palace."

"It's hard to say. The Snowland Sect Master Song and the Canhe Master of the Fanyin Temple are fine. The one sent by the Guiyuan Sect is... that person."

"——He's looking over here, lower your head quickly!"

Even after his head was pressed down, the young weapon maker was still confused:

"I see that Master Ji has a kind temperament and a good appearance. Why are people so afraid of him?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd around them became excited, like a stone thrown into the center of a lake, causing a small ripple nearby.

"Reasonable risk avoidance... risk avoidance!... Can you be considered afraid of the weapon maker's business?"

"It seems that you really don't understand. Go back and ask your sect elders. You don't have to do anything else, just tell them the name of that person directly - oh, and remember to ask them when they have just taken a sip of tea and haven't swallowed it yet."

"Don't harm him. He is still young. Do you want him to be punished to death in the Cliff of Repentance?"

The crowd grumbled for a while, and finally someone gave a reliable explanation.

"Even though the other masters are arrogant, as long as we are respectful and careful and do not offend their eyes, they will not pay attention to us little people."

"But the Demon Lord is different. He practices the Way of Mercilessness. In his eyes, we are all the same. Wow, even more so than the Buddhists, where all things are equal!"

The young instrument maker was still puzzled: "Is this not good?"

"Good? You actually said good? Let me tell you this: for you, maybe giving you sunshine is good, giving you heavy snow is not good - but for this person, whether you are given sunshine, heavy snow, or even thunder from the sky, it is just a normal phenomenon of nature's superposition."

"In his eyes, there is no difference between your life and death and the melting of snowflakes. The worst thing is that you don't know why he is suddenly interested in you."

Is it a good thing to be noticed by the powerful?

Maybe.

But the wild flowers on the roadside are casually broken off and held in the hands to play with, isn't it because they are seen by passers-by first?

Yan Luoyue originally just listened to gossip to kill time.

But she didn't expect that others would discuss such a thrilling topic.

According to rumors spread by others, Ji Qinghong was almost portrayed as the "you-know-who" in the world of cultivation.

And his terrifying image is becoming more and more like the indescribable Cthulhu.

Yan Luoyue frowned upon hearing this. She pressed her brows and glanced towards the stage in confusion. She happened to see Ji Qinghong smiling happily and raising a teacup towards her.

...By the way, he wouldn't be listening.

The gossip around me is still going on.

"I also know other monks who practice the Way of Mercy, but why are they not like this one?"

"Who knows how he cultivated himself? He is the only one in the world who has such a special and ruthless way." Someone whispered, "Didn't they say that the old incident three thousand years ago was caused by him..."

"Shut up, you're going to die!"

I don't know which taboo was triggered by the conversations around me, but the people around me moved aside one after another, leaving a large bald vacuum.

The monk who had just blurted out the words also had a look of horror on his face.

Yan Luoyue looked towards the stage again, and saw Ji Qinghong playing with his white hair out of boredom, trying to braid himself into a small braid.

“…”

Regardless of whether he heard it or not, it seems that he has no intention of pursuing the matter.

But after this sudden disturbance, the monks nearby calmed down a lot. After about an incense stick of time, the prelude to this Thousand Refinements Conference finally officially began.

It was also through this Thousand Refinements Conference that Yan Luoyue realized that even in the world of cultivation, there would be procedural official language and cumbersome and complicated ceremonies.

The long pre-event speech before the opening ceremony made Yan Luoyue drowsy.

She looked to her left at Wu Man Shuang. It was the first time for the little snake to come into contact with something "on the stage". It was already dizzy, and its two eyes under the white veil were almost ringed like mosquito coils.

If someone thought Wu Man Shuang was cute and wanted to take off his hood and step on the back of his long cloak, the little green snake would be caught off guard and might even fall badly.

With a secret laugh in his heart, Yan Luoyue maliciously continued to allow this phenomenon to occur.

Looking at Ling Shuanghun who was writing swiftly on the right, Yan Luoyue moved closer to Bai He and poked his armpits with her finger with the force of "you know what I mean".

Ling Shuanghun: “…”

Smoothing the clothes under his armpits, Ling Shuanghun glared at Yan Luoyue with reproach.

—Oh, of course, he understands.

Three seconds later, He Yao handed Yan Luoyue a small note with a cursive sketch on it.

Yan Luoyue unfolded it and took a look, feeling very satisfied.

On the note, Ling Shuanghun summarized the essential content of the opening ceremony.

First of all, each Hundred Refinements Conference or Thousand Refinements Conference is somewhat similar to an academic exchange platform.

On this platform, instrument makers can trade freely, obtain levels, learn from experience, and showcase their latest discoveries.

Of course, how to separate the true from the false and the essential from the false depends on the skill of the instrument maker himself.

Yan Luoyue thought of the academic exchange place for instrument refiners - "Nintendo", and for a moment she didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Secondly, in the past, when the conference was held, the authorities would organize a large-scale assessment with no threshold.

It's called an examination, but in fact it's similar to the lantern riddles at temple fairs.

As long as you can pass the entry-level test, almost everyone will get a prize. The higher the ranking in the test, the more precious the gift.

But this year's assessment is different from previous years.

All weapon refiners who pass the assessment will not only receive prizes prepared by the conference, but also receive a command arrow.

Then, for the sake of fairness and to avoid competing with ordinary weapon refiners, disciples from several major sects will not participate in the competition.

They had already been tested within the sect and had been issued orders in advance.

After reading this, Yan Luoyue nodded secretly: this command arrow that was mentioned frequently was probably the same as the one that Ji Qinghong had given her before.

According to Ji Qinghong, this command arrow is an admission ticket.

The order itself is anonymous and can be given as a gift.

In other words, as long as there are other weapon makers willing to pay a high price for it, the token itself represents a considerable amount of money.

Finally, the speaker mentioned the Crow's Cry Fire.

When the spokesperson pronounced this term lightly, almost all the instrument makers breathed a sigh of relief.

——It’s here. The news that had been rumored so much has finally come to pass!

Even Yan Luoyue, who was originally a little sleepy, felt completely wiped out.

She pricked up her ears expectantly, hoping to get some clues about the Crow's Cry Fire.

However, what the other party said next made Yan Luoyue frown.

“…”

Yan Luoyue suddenly raised her head and glanced at the spokesperson on the stage.

He was wearing a standard sect uniform with patterns of "weapons, pills, formations, swords, and talismans" embroidered on the corners of his clothes. He was obviously a disciple of Hongtong Palace.

He just said: "The Crow's Cry Fire was split into several pieces, and one of the pieces was hidden in a secret place. Now, Hongtong Palace has the map of the secret place. Once the best talents in the world pass the selection, the secret place will be opened."

As for the selection method, of course it is the winner who gets the order.

You should know that this Qianlian Conference is mainly hosted by Hongtong Palace.

From the grandmaster who was in charge of the event to the disciples in charge, most of the official personnel of this Qianlian Conference were from Hongtong Palace.

Such behavior shows Hongtong Palace's confidence in the matter and his determination to win.

...But if that's the case, then what about the fragment of the map in Yan Luoyue's hand?

His thoughts wandered slightly, and Yan Luoyue thought of the fragment of the map that had been merged into one.

The map and the invitation that Ji Qinghong gave her were both products that were a combination of refining tools and formations.

However, Yan Luoyue could sense Ji Qinghong's test questions.

With her ability, she can easily break the first layer of the mystery.

As for the second level of the puzzle, although Yan Luoyue was unable to solve it, he was at least able to read a few answer conditions.

However, that fragment of the map is truly seamless and integrated.

If she had not witnessed with her own eyes how the two fragments merged into one in front of her, and how the routes on the map overlapped and changed, Yan Luoyue would probably still not be able to tell that the map was refined with a very sophisticated technique.

Could such a map that is so ingenious be fake?

If this map is not fake, then what about the map held by Hongtong Palace?

Yan Luoyue touched the tip of his nose and thought to himself: It can't be that both maps are real, and there are two flames of the Crow's Cry Fire appearing in the world at the same time.

If that's the case, it's such a coincidence!

After the three pieces of news were announced, all that remained were empty words with fancy words.

The old hands who were familiar with the process had already started discussing it quietly.

Other weapon refiners were not like Yan Luoyue, who, holding an unknown fragment of a map, actually dared to think of pointing his sword at the Crow's Cry Fire.

What they think and talk about are more realistic things.

Someone was quick-witted and quickly figured out why the order was anonymous:

"Did you hear what Hongtong Palace said? Several disciples from the big sects have already passed the sect's internal assessment, and a batch of internal command arrows have been issued in advance... Hehe, the command arrows can actually be resold, this is clearly a means of making money."

"It costs a lot to hold a Qianlian Conference, and we have to make money back."

Some people were not interested in these cutting-edge topics and were only thinking about the Crow's Cry Fire.

"There is only one fire of the Crow's Cry Fire, and who will it belong to in the end..."

Someone else interrupted him and said, "No need to think about it, it must be Hongtong Palace."

The map was provided by Hongtong Palace, and the admission tickets were also issued by Hongtong Palace. There were also a large number of weapon makers under the Hongtong Palace who received admission tickets in advance without any assessment.

Such a naked arrangement, without even the slightest attempt to cover it up, clearly shows that they are determined to get that flower.

Some people looked indignant and said, "If that's the case, aren't we just making things easier for others after all our hard work?"

"That's not the case. Didn't the spokesperson say before that in the secret realm, everyone's contributions are recorded. The first person to make contributions can get a share of the fire, and other participants can also exchange it for time to observe the sharing of the fire according to the size of their contributions."

You must know that the crow's cry fire is the ancestor of all fires.

Just like a swordsman who studies the sword's essence will benefit from his swordsmanship.

If an instrument refiner or alchemist can observe the Crow's Cry Fire, he or she can also gain a lot.

The opening of this thousand trials was like a stone that caused a thousand waves.

Although the final exam for all weapon makers has not yet begun, the hearts of all weapon makers present have already been moved.

…

After the opening ceremony, Yan Luoyue and the other two did not go back to the inn directly, but went for a walk on the main street first.

For the past two days, the three of them have been staying in the house without going out.

Except for Yan Luoyue going out at the beginning to take the fifth-level badge test at Yinfeng Building, the rest of the time they spent on their own studies.

The nice inn suite was almost turned into a study room by them.

As a dedicated recorder, Ling Shuanghun even planned to draw the terrain of the Qianlian Conference and make it into a map to pass on to future generations.

Now, the three of them put their heads together and looked at Ling Shuanghun's draft drawing.

"Where should we go first?"

Yan Luoyue’s goal is clear: “Nintendo!”

Although in this world, the essence of "Nintendo" is more like China National Knowledge Infrastructure, a place to publish creative papers.

But the truth was revealed, which made Yan Luoyue even more curious about it.

She planned to go to Nintendo first to see if there were any machine makers who had come up with ideas for game consoles.

If not, she will start developing a Tetris machine in a couple of days to test the market reaction.

...Oh, by the way, in the world of cultivating immortals, this game is still called Tetris. Isn't it confusing?

In that case, why not...

Touching his chin, Yan Luoyue suddenly showed a sly smile.

Sensing the signs of trouble, Ling Shuanghun looked at Yan Luoyue warily.

"Xiaoyan, what are you going to do? You don't want to argue with the crowd or challenge Nintendo alone, do you?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Luoyue immediately spit out: "No, no, no, you think too much!"

She is just a weak and cute turtle. She is neither a special mouse with the letter "米" in its name nor a black and white bird from Antarctica. Why would she want to challenge Nintendo?

Yan Luoyue said thoughtfully, "I was just thinking - if I name Tetris Rubik's Cube first, then Rubik's Cube Gachapon, then Gachapon Blind Box, and then Blind Box Tetris... and finally promote these four inventions together, it will definitely be very interesting!"

“…”

"Although I don't understand what you are saying." Ling Shuanghun murmured, "But I always feel that you are talking about something very devilish."

…

In Nintendo's press conference hall, Yan Luoyue did not see any ideas related to game consoles.

The hall was built in the shape of a polygon, with four or five bulletin boards on each wall.

If the weapon makers who come across the room have some embryonic ideas but no teachers to give them guidance, they can buy a blank jade slip, embed their immature ideas on the release board, and wait for others to respond.

It is said that there are often disputes in Nintendo, and Yan Luoyue and the other two encountered one as soon as they entered the door.

I saw two apprentice-level weapon makers, each holding a jade slip in their hands, standing in front of the announcement board and arguing endlessly.

Yan Luoyue stopped and listened for a while, and found that the topic of their debate was about a certain technique of ending quenching.

The two of them quarreled endlessly like chickens, and both believed that their own ideas were the truth of the world.

The noise they were arguing was a bit loud. Yan Luoyue walked over to take a look, then shook her head silently and walked away.

"I don't know anything about refining instruments. Which of them is right?"

After the three of them walked a little further away, Ling Shuanghun asked curiously.

"It's all wrong." Yan Luoyue shook her head and sighed, "If someone is really brave enough to try those two ideas, the smelting furnace will fry the tadpoles and they will find their mother on the spot."

Ling Shuanghun laughed and was about to say something witty in agreement when he suddenly saw Wu Manshuang turned around with a serious face.

"Someone is following us."

Yan Luoyue was slightly stunned: "Is it a coincidence?"

After all, Nintendo is a popular check-in spot in the inner field.

It would not be surprising if someone came here with them after the opening ceremony.

Wu Manshuang shook her head seriously: "No. He has been following us since we left the inn."

From the inn to the square, and then from the square to Nintendo. Both distances were not short, but the man was always falling behind them, not too far away.

Wu Manshuang would not tell Yan Luoyue about it unless she was absolutely sure.

Yan Luoyue's eyes darkened slightly, and she turned slightly to the side without leaving any trace: "Who is it, and what are you wearing?"

Wu Manshuang described everything in detail: "The man was three meters away from us. He was wearing the uniform of the conference staff."

It is this outfit that makes this man inconspicuous wherever he appears.

Anyone who saw him would first think of him as an official passing by to maintain order.

Ling Shuanghun pretended to be interested in a jade slip and turned to look, thus taking in the man's appearance.

After Wu Man Shuang's reminder, the historian, who had a photographic memory, remembered that he had indeed seen this person several times today.

Feeling slightly ashamed, Ling Shuanghun took the initiative to ask, "Xiao Wu, how did you find him?"

Among the three, he is the oldest and has the most experience. This kind of thing... he should have paid more attention to it.

Unexpectedly, after hearing this question, Wu Manshuang acted more ashamed than Ling Shuanghun.

He glanced at Yan Luoyue cautiously, his face flushed, and whispered: "I am... practice makes perfect."

Ling Shuanghun: “???”

Yan Luoyue: “…”

If she had a cup of tea in her hand, Yan Luoyue would have sprayed it out on the spot.

God damn, practice makes perfect.

Wu Manshuang almost said it out loud, because in the past few years, he had followed Yan Luoyue every three to five months, so he had accumulated a wealth of experience.

"Don't worry about how Manshuang knew this. Anyway, it's a practical skill."

Yan Luoyue answered weakly on behalf of Wu Manshuang.

Wu Manshuang lowered her head silently, looking even more ashamed.

He apologized obediently: "I'm sorry, I won't do this again in the future."

"—and don't let others do that."

As Wu Manshuang spoke, she began to take off her gloves on the spot, and said firmly: "I will go and shake his hand right now."

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Ling Shuanghun: “…”

No, Xiao Wu, wait a moment! Explain the situation clearly before you go!

Holding Wu Manshuang's shoulders, Yan Luoyue reminded him: "According to the regulations, cultivators are not allowed to fight privately within the Qianlian Curtain."

Therefore, even if Wu Man Shuang wanted to poison someone to death on the spot, or give him a soul-death handshake to scare him out of his wits and make him insane, that was not allowed.

...Actually, it's not completely impossible.

Mainly, if we follow these two methods, the noise will be too loud and too obvious.

Wu Man Shuang seemed to understand something and nodded slowly.

"I see."

After thinking for a while, Wu Manshuang smiled again and comforted Yan Luoyue, "Don't worry, I have learned some of what you taught me."

Immediately, he added: "I have a new invention...I want to try it out."

“…”

Now that things have come to this, it would be somewhat inhumane not to satisfy Wu Manshuang's request to fight on her own initiative.

Yan Luoyue and Ling Shuanghun looked at each other, curiosity written in their eyes: What did Wu Manshuang learn in their last group practice?

By the way, that... person shouldn't have learned how to scam people.

With a mentality of three parts vigilance, three parts expectation, three parts hand-rubbing, and one part blind cat catching a dead mouse, Yan Luoyue agreed to Wu Manshuang's proposal.

The three of them left Nintendo and turned to a more secluded path nearby.

Yan Luoyue and others walked through the path, and the man in work uniform followed closely behind them.

Just as he was halfway down the path, he suddenly felt his clothes become heavy, as if someone had grabbed the hem of his clothes from behind.

The man turned around and found that one of the three people he had been following before had somehow appeared behind him!

"!!!"

This person was startled at first, but soon he felt a little contempt.

Even if the boy had good skills and could beat him on the back, private fighting was prohibited within the Thousand Refinements Baku.

Therefore, the smartest thing to do is not to reveal your own shadow.

"Did you find out?" The man shook his head regretfully and gave a few pointers condescendingly.

"In fact, you should just pretend nothing happened. That way, as long as you know my whereabouts, you won't have to worry about us sending anyone else."

After all, they are still children and do not understand the harmonious Tai Chi lawsuit.

He has to expose this matter, otherwise he will suffer a bad outcome.

The boy said nothing, but tilted his head slightly towards him.

It is said that the young boy is a blind man who cannot see clearly.

However, standing in front of him, the man somehow felt a chill down his spine.

——It was as if the pair of eyes that were said to be blind under the white veil were staring at him through their lightless pupils.

"What...what are you going to do?"

When he asked this question, there was a weakness in the man's voice that he himself was not aware of.

The boy said nothing, but stretched out his cold hand and gently squeezed his fingertips.

The next moment, the man suddenly screamed!

But in the blink of an eye, all the hair on his body, including his sweat hair, eyebrows, eyelashes, nose hair... in fact, all the hair, fell off completely!

He turned into a bald man, smoother than a boiled egg!

"As you can see, I'm not fighting you personally."

The boy's tone was even humble and polite.

The boy's pronunciation was a little peculiar, which made him seem more serious and respectful than ordinary people when he spoke.

However, the man could not believe this seemingly polite mask.

Judging from the fact that all his hair was suddenly cut off and the cold sweat all over his body, this young man is filled with danger and death as thick as blood.

Wu Manshuang continued the second half of her sentence slowly and calmly:

"——We can assume that if you returned to report and suddenly collapsed and died after only taking seven steps... this would not be considered a personal fight between me and you, because I hadn't even seen you at that time."

“…”

The man suddenly took three steps back and looked at the boy's calm face with a shudder.

There was no expression on that face, only the corners of the lips were slightly pulled down, revealing the other person's unpredictable and unhappy mood.

——In fact, Wu Man Shuang was indeed in a bit of a dilemma at the moment.

He thought silently in his heart: This won’t work.

After all, if she wants to sell a product that removes hair along with the hair, it will be difficult.