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Xue Fei played with the sugar figurine as the three of them continued forward.

The streets of the Three Dragon City were lined with shops on both sides. The flow of people shuttled back and forth, taking what they needed. Some of them were in a hurry, while others were leisurely walking.

A sword cultivator with a long sword on his back, a brawny man with bare hands, an old man with an immortal demeanor, and an imposing young man.

They were all cultivators and possessed the style of a martial artist. In this place, where fish and dragons were mixed together, the Three Dragons City became much more lively.

At the entrance of the street, all kinds of cultivators were gathered here. They either shook their heads and stamped their feet, or smiled.

"Juggling?" Xue Fei's eyes lit up. When she was young, she had gone to take a look with her mother. "Let's go take a look."

"Let's go." Ling Hao strode away. It was rare for him to have such leisure, and he had to work hard every day for the sake of cultivation.

Xue Fei hurriedly followed. Feng Lei shook her head, thinking that the temperament of these two were still that of youths.

It was very difficult to squeeze through the crowd, so they could only wait until it was sparse before they could watch.

The three of them were wondering, just what was going on inside?

An 18-19 year old girl was seen kneeling on the ground.

Her head was low on her chest, perhaps shy.

A piece of white paper lay on the ground, its corners pressed against the stones to prevent the wind from blowing.

There was a black stone on the paper.

"Have you heard? "This girl wants a refiner to promise her one thing, and the reward is that lackluster stone on the ground."

"She's so young, yet she's so good at using tricks. Are there many grade seven weapons craftsmen in Three Dragon City?"

"Not much. You can even say that I can count it with half my hand."

As the three of them listened to a tall and short conversation in front of them, Ling Hao's gaze turned as his eyes lit up slightly.

"I agree to Miss's request."

Ling Hao's voice wasn't loud, but everyone heard him.

A cultivator carrying a long sword urgently said, "Brother, don't be fooled by this woman. That rock is just a piece of trash. Let me tell you, it can be seen everywhere in the wilderness!"

The youth's tone could not hide his anxiety.

"Wait, you said that you're a tier 7 apothecary?" Only now did the youth come to his senses, and instantly, everyone's gaze turned towards Ling Hao.

The woman who was kneeling raised her head, the happiness in her eyes was obvious.

She said excitedly: "If young master is really a seventh-grade blacksmith, as long as you promise me one thing, this ancestral gem will be yours. I heard from my grandfather that this stone can increase the hardness of weapons. In terms of hardness and metal, it can be called the best. "

Ling Hao nodded. Holding the stone in his hand, he slowly closed his eyes.

"As expected, it is a Gilt Steel Ore. A Gilt Steel Ore from the ancient era." This meant that this woman's ancestors had passed down their legacy for tens of thousands of years. If I can obtain this stone, it will allow the Netherworld Sword to improve a level, and allow it to be even more invincible. "

"Whatever it is, just agree to it."

Ling Hao opened his eyes, gently waving his left hand on the stone.

A layer of black stone skin was shed from the dull stone, and a golden stone was wrapped within the black stone skin.

Its radiance was dazzling, daring to compete for glory under the scorching sun.

Holding it in his hand, he blew gently and the stone fragments scattered.

The woman selling the stone stared wide-eyed, blankly staring at the golden stone in Ling Hao's hand?

Grandfather didn't lie to me, an ancestral treasure!

Everyone looked at this scene in disbelief. It was originally a rock that could be seen everywhere. With a gentle wave of the youth's hand, it was radiating a golden light.

Anyone could tell at this moment that this was definitely a treasure.

"Why can't we tell? "This is so infuriating."

"What use is there being angry? You're the one that saw through it, are you a grade seven weapons craftsman?"

"Hahahaha."

Xue Fei and Feng Lei, on the other hand, had calm expressions.

They were already immune to Ling Hao's strangeness.

The sword cultivator carrying the longsword walked over. He stared at Ling Hao without taking his eyes off him. "Master, I'm impressed."

Ling Hao smiled faintly and said, "This rock is indeed a treasure, but everyone's eyes have yet to see it."

Then he looked at the woman on the ground and said, "Stand up first and follow me."

The woman nodded her head and put away the white paper.

He closely followed the footsteps of Ling Hao and the other two.

After a while, the four of them sat facing each other in a tea house.

The girl cupped her hands and said, "My name is Zhou Qingzhou."

Ling Hao replied, "My name is Ling Hao, and this beautiful big sister is Xue Fei. The big silly person behind me is called Feng Lei."

Following Ling Hao's introduction, Xue Fei's pretty face turned red, and his eyes were a little pleased with himself.

Feng Lei had an embarrassed look on his face.

Fine, as long as I can learn something from you, you can call it whatever you want.

Zhou Qing Chuan nodded his head, and in the next moment, a sorrowful look appeared in his eyes, as he recounted her experience with a long sigh.

As it turned out, Zhou Qingzhou's family background was not ordinary either. Although she was born in the artifact forging sect at the south of the city and was not as powerful as Hundred Artifact Pavilion, she was still a major power and had been the apple of her father's eye since she was young.

When he was seventeen, he got to know Chen Qingze. The two of them were a perfect match, a perfect match.

Seeing how well-matched they were, Zhou Qingzhou's father, Zhou Biqiao, arranged a marriage for Chen Qingze, gave him a place to settle down, and even promoted him to the rank of the Weapon Refining Sect's Law Enforcing Elder.

As time passed, Zhou Qing Zhou found it even more strange. She had actually not seen her father, but had been wandering around in the underground chamber, and had inadvertently seen her father locked in a cage, his muscles and bones broken. She held her mouth, not daring to make a sound, because the person her father was standing on was her fiancé's son-in-law, Chen Qingze.