Chapter 702

The old jailer didn't think much and asked "is there anything else?" he thought Lin Shuguang had nothing else to do, but Lin Shu asked on a whim: "do you have or know where there are books teaching forging?"

"Forging..." The old jailer frowned, scratched his beard, and murmured to himself, "there is forging, but if you want to learn it, you'd better join the school. But such a school can't be respected in Xuanyuan city unless you become a top master.

Cultivation is the most important thing in the process of martial arts. Forging and alchemy are nothing but unorthodox ways... "

He wanted to dispel Lin Shuguang's idea. He just saw that his eyes were firm and his words were swallowed by the little old man again. There was no need to be a villain, so he said with a smile: "you can go to Shenxiu auction house to have a look. They usually keep some skills of the destroyed clan."

"When a clan is destroyed, shouldn't the Gongfa be confiscated directly? How can an auction house get it? Does it have a big background? " Lin Shuguang asked curiously.

The old jailer nodded, but kept his voice down and said, "it's true that the owner behind the Shenxiu auction house is actually owned by Shenhong. Shenhong is the brother of the Emperor However, those people will not rely on the background to suppress the price. Shenhonggong always pays attention to the rules, so Shenxiu auction house has a good reputation in Xuanyuan city. "

Lin Shuguang told Xie.

After the old jailer left, he simply continued to practice in the rest room.

Maybe it was yesterday that the killing of the old witch spread in the prison. It was rumored that the old witch, an old strong man who was good at using her mental power, was torn apart by Lin Shuguang, and her death was extremely ugly.

So for a time, Lin Shuguang's fame increased greatly, but it was his fierce reputation. Now he was practicing, but he didn't dare to interrupt.

Near noon, song Daoshi came with a lunch box.

"Just put it there." Lin Shuguang points to the next table. Song Daoshi puts the lunch box carefully on it.

Lin Shuguang didn't say much. When he got out of the rest room, song Daoshi followed him carefully and obediently, still carrying several lunch boxes on his back. As for whether there was any food in it, no one knew.

"Where is he locked up?" Lin Shuguang asked casually.

Song Daoshi glanced around and said in a low voice: "turn left ahead

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