The leader of the Black Wind Clan of the dwarves was blowing his beard and staring. This is not a garbage transfer station, so why should anyone have to transform and upgrade magic weapons by themselves?
Lan Qiyun's Fiery Divine Sword can be regarded as the world's leading peerless magic weapon, but it is not in the eyes of the Black Wind clan leader and the high priest. It is still the same reason. As long as it is not an artifact-level magic weapon refined by the dwarf clan, the dwarf clan's refined magic weapon Master Qi has always been dismissive.
Lan Qiyun and Ye Rou held a bunch of low-level magic weapons and fairy swords, insisting that the Black Wind Clan Chief also sublimate them. Faced with the pleading of the two beautiful fairies, the Black Wind Clan Chief showed no pity at all and returned one. He said vigorously, "Go and have a rest."
Ye Judao: "Clan Chief, can't you upgrade the spiritual weapon? My sword is a spiritual weapon, please upgrade it too. Chief, don't run away, just take a look..."
Seeing the Black Wind Clan Chief running away, Gu Pan'er and Zhao Wuji were now in a state of beauty. The two of them counted the time on their fingers. The Black Wind Clan Chief said that it would only take three months to sublimate their fairy sword from a spiritual weapon to a spiritual weapon. When it comes to artifacts, this is a first-come, first-served benefit.
The leader of the dragon tribe, with a big dragon head on his shoulder, walked into the volcanic cave where the dwarves lived with a large group of foreign weirdos. They familiarly picked up the tied weapons and left. Fifty swords were bundled together and carried by two strong tiger men. A hundred iron arrows were bundled together and carried by a foreigner. The entire team transporting the weapons dragged a long way. At the end, there were still There are dozens of transparent ice
People are following.
Seeing this group of people leaving with many weapons and iron arrows, Du Chun said to the Black Wind Clan leader in a strange way: "Clan Chief, where are these weapons going to be transported?"
The leader of the Black Wind clan said: "Aren't we going to get the divine water for the little girl Ziyan? It just so happens that a batch of newly refined weapons will be sent to the arsenal to be frozen."
Everyone didn't understand, but Fengyi suddenly lost her voice and said: "Is it sent to the arsenal in the far north? Is it possible that this arsenal is still in operation today after more than 20,000 years?"
The leader of the Black Wind clan glanced at Fengyi and said: "Of course it is running. It seems that the girl knows a lot about the arsenal. This is strange."
Fengyi's expression changed rapidly, and there seemed to be a blazing light shining in her eyes.
She said calmly: "Of course I understand that the jade slips in southern Xinjiang and the swords in northern Xinjiang have existed since ancient times. I have been to Wushan in southern Xinjiang before and saw the collection of 160,000 jade slips that store human civilization. .I just didn’t expect that after so many years, the weapons arsenal in Northern Xinjiang still exists.”
The leader of the Black Wind clan squinted at Feng Yi for a while, and then looked at the confused people around him. He suddenly realized that this girl Feng Yi, who had just arrived today, seemed very different from the others.
Just as he was about to leave with the dragon tribe leader in a long procession, Feng Yi said: "I wonder, tribe leader, if you can let the little girl enter the weapons depot for a look?"
Others were also very interested in this arsenal and wanted to see it.
The leader of the Black Wind clan said: "How can that be done? Outsiders are not allowed to enter the arsenal. Ziyan girl can just follow me in. You can wait here."
Everyone looked disappointed.
Seeing that the leader of the Black Wind clan was about to leave, Feng Yi suddenly took out something from her arms and said, "I have this thing, can't I go in?"
The Black Wind Clan Chief and the Dragon Man Clan Chief looked at each other at the same time. As soon as they saw what Fengyi was holding, their expressions changed instantly.
The leader of the Black Wind Clan was short and could not reach it, so the leader of the Dragon Tribe said: "Girl, can you show me the jade plaque in your hand?"
Fengyi handed the jade plaque of the Seventh Organization to the leader of the Dragon Tribe. She squatted down and studied it with the Black Wind Tribe leader for a long time, looking over it several times.
That's right, this is the jade plaque of the leader of the Seven Organizations. It's absolutely unmistakable. The leader of the Longmen clan held the jade plaque in both hands and respectfully handed it back to Fengyi, saying: "It turns out that the girl is a member of the Seven Organizations. Man Beixin recently The demon god has just been born, but now even the Seven Organizations have appeared. It seems that we really don’t have much time left. Miss Fengyi, you are the one who should be robbed.
Man, if you want to see the arsenal, come with us."
"I also need to go!"
Lan Qiyun raised her hand, and then looked at Fengyi with a pleading face, hoping that she could take him in, and maybe he could buy some treasures. Since the leader of the Black Wind Clan didn't give him a sublimation magic weapon, he had to do it himself. .
Fengyi glanced at the others who were eager to try, and said: "Clan leader, is it okay?"
The leader of the Black Wind Clan said: "Even you, the leader of the seven organizations, have appeared. I am afraid that the day of catastrophe is not far away. These are originally prepared for the humans of Middle-earth. Since you have spoken, let's all come together."
The Seven Organizations have to give face to them. Almost no one in Middle-earth still remembers the name of this organization, but among these long-lived alien races in Northern Xinjiang, there are still some people who have not forgotten them.
It's a pity that in the catastrophe six thousand years ago, not a single member of the Seven Organizations showed up. This may be another factor in the collapse of the human world that year.
A group of people walked toward the southeast of the north of the volcano. Wanyan Wu Lei soon discovered this group of long soldiers carrying weapons, so he kicked the awkward man away and flew directly into the air. Fly towards this team.
The greedy and fearful people gritted their teeth and refused to reveal even a few words about the location of the weapons arsenal. Wan Yan Wu Tears gave up the idea of catching other aliens and interrogating them.
She knew that those aliens carrying weapons were going to the arsenal, so she followed them from a distance.
In the Xuanbing Cave, Yun Qiyou was too tired these past two days and had been taking care of Ye Xiaochuan who was in a coma.
When Ye Xiaochuan woke up and still knew how to eat her own tofu, she was completely relieved, sat cross-legged and meditated, and had a good rest.
Ye Xiaochuan had had enough sleep. When he saw Yun Qiyou closing his eyes and resting, he turned into a big mouse.
He quietly climbed onto the ice platform and put all the artifacts and magic weapons into the Qiankun Bag, not even letting go of the Ice Soul Sword that almost killed him.
These are all artifacts and magic weapons, and there aren't many of them in the world. If you don't pack them up and take them away, you'd be an idiot.
Lying in front of the Vientiane Pan, staring directly at the pool of crystal liquid inside, Ye Xiaochuan made a tut-tsk sound.
It's a pity, it's a pity... If it wasn't related to the life and death of the elves, he really wanted to resist taking away the Vientiane Disk. In the end, reason defeated greed, left the ice platform, and ran to the dozens of places where spiritual weapons and magic weapons were placed. In front of the row of Xuanbing shelves, he looked back at Yun Qiyou, who was still resting in the distance. Ye Xiaochuan rolled his eyes, opened the Qiankun bag, and collected all the more than two hundred swords and magic weapons at the spiritual level.
stand up.
In order to prevent Yun Qiyou from noticing and beating him when he woke up, he ran to the ordinary swords and magic weapons below, holding more than a dozen treasure-level magic weapons, and placed them on the empty spiritual weapon-level magic weapons.
On the Xuanbing shelf.
After running back and forth for twenty or thirty times, he finally completed the supplement. He touched his chin, turned it around a few times, and murmured: "The swords are all about the same size and style. Senior Sister Yun shouldn't be able to tell."
