Chapter 1479： The ancestor of the crafter

"Daddy, you and your mother have kept us so deep." Luo Xiaoman pursed his lips, hands on his hips, and looked at Luo Mushan's eyes, revealing a hint of resentment. "Come on, hurry up and confess, since your mother is the saint of the Xuanyuan clan, then what is your identity?"

Luo Mushan's expression froze, and he touched his nose awkwardly. This action was very similar to what Luo Qinghen did when he was in distress. After all, they were two fathers and sons. "Xiaoman, what status can I have, at best, is an ordinary person with good luck."

"Really?" Luo Xiaoman tilted his head, squinted his eyes, his gaze became sharp, and he hummed: "Daddy, you are not honest. I have never seen anyone whose strength can be in such a short time. Popped up."

"Ahahaha!" Luo Mushan gave a haha, his gaze was erratic, and said: "I'm not lucky! I got some chances, and then the strength came up. Is it possible that you have chances, and you are not allowed to me too. There is a chance."

Luo Xiaoman frowned and looked at Luo Mushan suspiciously. He always felt that his father was not honest, what secrets were still hidden in his heart? However, if Dad didn't take the initiative to say it, she wouldn't be able to press on!

"Hey, let's get back to the topic quickly." Luo Mushan didn't want to go deeper into this topic, with a random expression, returning to the topic just now. "So, the current saint of the Xuanyuan clan wants to use your mother's power to complete this artifact. But this is far from enough."

Having said that, he glanced at the black-robed old man and continued: "I suspect they want to recruit wise men and complete this artifact together."

Luo Xiaoman raised his eyebrows, and thought in his heart. "In other words, they will recruit powerful refiners from outside to participate in the refining of the fourth artifact?"

"Not bad!" Luo Mushan nodded, suddenly turned his eyes, and sneered: "Perhaps, this is an opportunity for us."

Luo Xiaoman and Mo Yuan glanced at each other, and they also understood Luo Mushan's thoughts.

They can pretend to be a refiner and mix into the Xuanyuan clan, so things are much simpler.

The black-robed old man rested for a while, packed his luggage, and started on the road again.

The two bodyguards are always separated from the two sides of the carriage, alert to the surrounding movement, their eyes are sharp, as if they can see through the surrounding ambush.

Ruolin, the black-robed old man, was fiddling with a letter in the carriage.

The three words in lacquered gold, Xuanyuan's, were so dazzling that he would smile every time he saw it.

This is Xuanyuan's affirmation of him!

"The Xuanyuan clan is a family that has been passed down from ancient times. Unexpectedly, they would invite me to be a guest in the clan. Who is this glory for me?"

For refiners, the Xuanyuan clan is the ancestor of all refiners.

Today's knowledge in refining tools, Xuanyuan clan said two, no one dared to say one.

For this reason, every refiner's heart is eager to get Xuanyuan's guidance, so that his refinement level can be improved.

Now, this opportunity is right in front of him, it is the invitation sent by Xuanyuan's initiative, he is full of expectations.

Call!

Just then, the carriage stopped.

Ruolin frowned, opened the curtain, and said impatiently, "Why did you stop?"

"Master Ruolin, there is a situation ahead!" A bodyguard clasped his fists and said respectfully: "A man blocked our way."