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Chapter 973 Shit master, hit the door!(1/3)

Compared with the disasters in the end of the world, the disasters in the human world are even more terrifying.

If there is no top-level powerhouse, the little Qingzhou will turn into ashes in an instant.

"From now on, I will see Zhan Wuque as if I am. In addition, I will block the news about him with all my might and will not let anyone know the identity of his reincarnation. Go and do it immediately!"

Emperor Tang ordered.

"yes."

The old eunuch left in shock.

At this time, on the other side, Zhan Wuque left the secret place and returned to the imperial guards' camp.

But I didn't expect that Princess Wen Yao had already been waiting here.

An Lan was also waiting for her.

"Master, are you okay?" An Lan came up to him, "I heard from Princess Wenyao that something unexpected happened in the secret place this time."

"I'm fine."

Zhan Wuque shook his head.

How could he have something wrong?

Not only is it okay, it is still very good, and its cultivation has improved greatly.

"Sorry, Brother Zhan, this secret place disappointed you," Princess Wen Yao sighed, "I didn't expect something would happen. This is the first time I've ever seen in these years."

Zhan Wuque thought about it, but didn't know how to explain it to Wen Yao.

Could it be that he said that it was because of him that the secret place had an accident, causing everyone to come out in advance?

In that case, once other princes and princesses find out, it is an unwise move to make enemies on all sides.

Fortunately, Wen Yao was not too confused about this matter.

"Brother Zhan, I came here mainly for your celebration banquet."

Wen Yao said.

Zhan Wuque then remembered that he had promised to hold a celebration banquet in Wen Yao before.

"Simply keep it simple."

Zhan Wuque thought about it and said that he was unwilling to mobilize troops, and he was even more unwilling to make a big fuss.

Just the deputy commander of the Imperial Army, but a mere third-rank official, there is no need to hold a big banquet.

"Okay, I'll prepare someone to arrange it now."

Princess Wen Yao nodded.

"The time is determined by Brother Zhan."

Zhan Wuque pondered and said, "Then it's the night two days later."

"good."

"That little sister will say goodbye first."

Wen Yao left with her fists.

After Wen Yao left, Zhan Wuque was about to go into seclusion and digest the gains from the secret realm.

But he, who was keen on the divine sense, discovered the abnormalities of An Lan.

His expression seemed a little depressed.

"What trouble did you encounter in your junior college?" Zhan Wuque asked.

"Nothing, Master."

An Lan shook her head slightly.

"Speak it up, maybe I can help you with advice, it's better than you're stuck in your heart," Zhan Wuque asked.

"It's actually because of that broken sword."

An Lan thought about it and finally said it.

After coming out of the treasury, An Lan searched for weapon refiners around the city, trying to repair the broken sword.

But she found that all the weapon refiners in the city were helpless against this broken sword.

Even later, An Lantuo's name as Master Yichenzi met Master Qin Yang, who was known as the first weapon refiner in Qingzhou, but the other party shook his head and claimed that in a place like Qingzhou, no one could repair the broken sword.

Even on the land of Dongzhou, few people can do it.

The meaning of Qin Yang's dialect is to make An Lan give up the idea of ​​repairing the broken sword.

When An Lan learned about this result, she was inevitably discouraged.

In this way, she went to the treasury, which was like a waste of time and returned empty-handed.

"Hmph, what Master Qin, but if you can't repair it yourself, you can't say others can't do it."

Zhan Wuque's eyes showed a trace of disdain.

"Where is the broken sword, give it to me. He can't do it. I'll help you repair it!"

Zhan Wuque reached out.

"ah?"

An Lan seemed surprised.

"Master can still refine weapons?"

"That's of course," Zhan Wuque said lightly, "There is nothing in this world that I can't do."

"Where is the broken sword?"

Zhan Wuque frowned and found that An Lan's expression was wrong.

"Broken Sword..."

An Lan hesitated a little, "Master Qin wants to go to the Broken Sword."

"What?"

Zhan Wuque's face darkened, "Tell me, what's going on?"

"It's like that. After Master Qin Yang found that the broken sword could not be repaired, he asked me to keep the sword and study it for him."

An Lan said truthfully.

"Did he say when will he return it?"

Zhan Wuque asked.

"This is not."

An Lan answered.

"I knew that the Broken Sword was blackened by him."

Zhan Wuque's tone affirmed.

"No, Master Qin Yang is a famous weapon refiner in Qingzhou. He has been famous for many years and is famous all over the world. He has been named and rewarded by Emperor Tang. He has a lot of students all over the world. How could he do such a thing?" An Lan didn't believe it.

"If it's an ordinary thing, he really won't, because it's not worth it, but the Broken Sword is a top-level Heavenly Level when it's complete. Do you think this so-called Master Qin will be moved?"

Zhan Wuque asked replies.

An Lan was a little choking.

"Okay, let me ask you again, can Master Qin Yang refine a heaven-level weapon?"

"This, Master Qin Yang seems to be able to refine a half-step heaven-level weapon at most, but I have never heard of heaven-level weapons."

An Lan thought for a while and said.

"That's all. This old guy finally encountered a heaven-level weapon or a heaven-level top-grade one. How could he not be moved?"

"I think he was deliberately greedy for your broken sword!"

Zhan Wuque sneered.

Those who cheat and take away the treasures of the younger generation are also called masters?

"It seems that it is really possible after hearing what my master said."

An Lan's face looked slightly ugly.

The top-grade broken sword that day was finally brought out by the national treasury, but she was fooled by others in a few words.

"Master, it's all my fault," An Lan felt very guilty.

"Blame your fault for what you do. If you want to blame, blame that old guy for being too shameless!"

"What a shit master!"

Zhan Wuque snorted coldly, "Let's go, Master will take you to get the Broken Sword back!"
To be continued...
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