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The people of the Nine-Years, who also worked very well, soon arrived in Sifang City.

Sifang City is an ancient city with a long history. It is rumored that it is older than any country on the mainland, and the city owner of Sifang City is called the power of the three masters.

There are more rumors outside, the Quartet is an old monster, and his age is scary.

It is only different from the three lords. The city owner of the Sifang City has never seen the end of the dragon. Even the people in the main city of the Sifang City do not know what the four squares are.

He is also not keen on worldly fame and fortune, the only hobby is the refining device.

Every ten years, Sifang City will hold the first forging of the world. The refiners on the mainland will gather here to showcase their best spirits and select the best spirits.

This time, it was the deadline for the first forging of the world in Sifangcheng, and the people coming from all over the mainland were in a constant stream.

When I signed up, I heard that several of the alchemists who were signing in front were whispering.

"I heard that there is no, the road to the Sifang City has not been flat recently."

The men of Jiu Jiu are not moving.

There are a lot of spirits to come to Sifang City to participate in the world's first forging, and it is inevitable that some greedy people will remember it.

"Have you heard that? I heard that the recent gangsters looted children, especially children aged six or seven, even some short ones were killed."

"I don't know what people are doing, so cruel."

"I heard that it is an evil alchemist in the Central Plains. It is said that it is killing young children and digging for heart and alchemy."

The two alchemists discussed, it was their turn, they just lived.

I'm listening to my men's hands.

It seems that the city owner guessed that there is nothing wrong with it. The people of the Dragon family did not die. Fortunately, they did not let the dragon bag show up, otherwise they must be fierce.

After the report was over, the man quickly left the Sifang City.

The two jade scorpions were also included in the storehouse of Sifang City.

In the storehouse of Sifang City, there are mountains of high spirits.

There are all kinds of spirits in the inside, and even the spirit of the order is quite a lot.

Every piece of spirit will be screened beforehand before entering the preliminary round.

There are three or four maids who are simply categorizing the instruments that have just been collected today and then registering them in turn.

One of them opened two jade scorpions that were sent from the mercenary city earlier.

"Xiaoyu, look, this fan looks so beautiful."

"I think that this small bag is so delicate, look at this fabric."

The two maids whispered to the fan in the donkey and the Qiankun bag.

"What to say, who makes you lazy and not working." A majestic voice came from behind.

A majestic middle-aged man came over.

When they saw him, the two prostitutes quickly bowed to the ceremony.

"General Qin, the slaves are just registering the spirits that have just been sent today."

The general manager of Qin, the chief of the four main cities of the Sifang City, is a majestic person. The people in the city's main government are very afraid of him.

The general manager of the Qin family squinted at the spirit of the competition. When he saw the fan of the dragon bag, there was a dark glimpse of the eye as a meteor.

I didn't think of it in my mind a month ago. Long's founder, Dragon Si Xuan, personally visited the door. When he came, he also brought a two-million-dollar ticket.

No one is not in love, and the general manager of Qin received the silver ticket. He promised Long Si Xuan. As long as he saw the fan-shaped spirit in the competition, he would help him stop.

Long Si Xuan is also extremely embarrassing. Although he has already seen the head of the "Dragon Bag" and got the glass jade fan, he is always suspicious and he simply bought the Qin General Manager.

As a result, as the only fan-shaped spirit, the glass jade fan will undoubtedly dominate the competition.

"How did you do things, such a bad yellow-order spirit also received it, and did not take it out and throw it away." Qin General Guan slammed the fan and Qiankun bag together on the ground.

The two maids were so scared that they were eclipsed.

They are just ordinary maids, where to see what is good or bad.

Looking at the look of Qin's general manager, it seems that these two pieces of spirit are really incompetent.

The two maids did not dare to speak out, and quickly picked up the two pieces of the sword, and they were thrown aside with two jade scorpions.

The general manager of Qin was nodded with satisfaction and continued to carry his hands and check that other spirits came.

In the middle of the night, in the city's main house, a young slave who was carrying his back, took the broom and cleaned the courtyard of the city's capital.

The age of the old slave seems to be very large, and the movement is very slow.

His broom, met a lot of jade.

Those jade scorpions are all thrown out, and the grades are below the Xuanjie, and even the qualifications of the preliminary competition are not available.

The old slave looked a little muddy eyes and looked at the jade.

"These people, really the first forging is the place to collect garbage, what goods are sent here."

But at this time, the old slaves noticed, one of them.

"this is?"

The old slave picked up the fan inside and opened it with a bang.

It is a fan that draws an ink-and-wash landscape painting. It is smaller than a normal book fan, and looks like a material, like a satin.

But the old slave can be sure that this fan is not made of silk.

On the fan, there is a jade-like river and a winding mountain.

Looking at the moonlight, the mountains and water on the fan are as live as life.

hiss--

The old slave couldn't help but have a bit of interest, and with the hands of the old man, he touched the fan.

"The method of refining is a bit too young, but it has already begun to take shape, and it is a good place for the Luoshushan River fan. Which one is not long-eyed, throwing out such a fan."

The old slave is somewhat dissatisfied.

Just as he was about to put away the fan, the old slave's eyelids leaped.

He saw the side of the fan and a small bag.

When I saw the pocket, the sullen eyes of the old slave suddenly became clear.

"Life is a bag of life, is it really a life bag?"

The old slave's wrinkled face glowed with an unprecedented vitality.

He was a little excited and looked at the next two dice.

I saw a name called 'Sui Bao', a name called 'Black Moon'.

These two names, the old slaves, have never heard of it. There is only one possibility, or both of them use a pseudonym.

"Haha, I can't think of it. I have been looking for so many years. I haven't found anyone who can inherit my clothes. I don't think I have encountered two at this time. This time, the "First World Forging" really made the old man look forward to it. The old slave laughed and saw that his sleeves were a glimpse. Shanhe Fan and Qiankun Bag were all included in his sleeves.