Too ruthless, I will become a group favorite in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 68 The Story of the Fang Qi Master
A rough voice came, "I have lived in this house for several years, can't it be less?"

The man who spoke was burly, with his arms exposed, and a huge hammer on his waist, and the top of his head seemed to be able to reach the roof.

The buddy was sweating coldly, "But ten low-grade spirit stones a day is already cheap enough, you..."

Yang Yin approached Mu Anran quietly, "This senior seems to have a golden core cultivation base, why can't he even get out ten low-grade spirit stones, it's too miserable."

The burly monk looked at Yang Yin.

Yang Yin froze.

It's over!How can this be heard!
Just when he was thinking of a remedy, the burly monk took out the spirit stone from the storage bag, "Then stay for another month."

The clerk quickly breathed a sigh of relief, and handed him the specific check-in card, "If you can't do it, senior, go and fight monsters, there will always be spirit stones..."

The burly monk looked at him silently.

The guy quickly shut up.

The burly monk walked past Mu Anran without saying a word, and walked out of the place.

Only then did Yang Yin regain his voice, "What! I forgot to use sound transmission!"

This is a Golden Core cultivator, and he felt scared.

Seeing this, the clerk said, "You don't have to be afraid, senior. Don't look at Senior Fang as fierce, but he doesn't blame others easily." He sighed, "He is good and has a high level of cultivation, but he doesn't care about it all day long. Staying on the cliff forging weapons, I don't want to earn some spirit stones..."

Mu Angran glanced at the terrain.

The terrain where the aura is condensed perfectly restored the houses on the Hammer Cliff, so Mu Anran chose one, "Let it for half a year first."

Then Ruoyou Ruowu said, "Aren't those who live on Hammering Cliff all tool cultivators, where there is still need to catch monsters, tool refining is enough for life."

The buddy shook his head, "Senior Fang never sells anything."

Yang Yin couldn't bear to answer, "Is it because the technology is so poor that no one cares about it?"

The buddy lowered his voice, "That's not true! Senior Fang's reputation for refining weapons has been spread for a long time, but I heard that from decades ago, no matter how many people came to the door, Senior Fang refused all of them!"

The buddy regretted, "Why do you have trouble with Lingshi? I don't know what happened."

Walking out of the rented house, Yang Yin couldn't help being curious, "It's so strange, why doesn't such a famous weapon maker sell weapons?"

Mu Anran glanced at him, "Don't you claim to know Shouyun City best?"

Yang Yin rubbed his nose, "I'm familiar with the place, but..." He ground his teeth, "But who am I! Just ask around at night when I get home!"

Mu Angran nodded, "I see."

"Hey, what's your expression, you don't believe me?"

Mu Anran returned to the tempering cliff, walked towards the third cliff, and could easily see a house located here.

The spiritual energy rose from the token received from the rented house, and a stone house door opened immediately.

"It should be here..." Yang Yin's words stopped abruptly, and he quickly approached Mu Anran, "Ah! He's here! He's here! Are you here to settle accounts with me!"

At the end of the path, a tall and burly figure slowly approached them.

Mu Anran narrowed his eyes and looked at him.

Neither she nor Yang Yin is as tall as his shoulders.The hammer at his waist exuded a cold light, which made him even more inhumane.

He didn't even look at Mu Anran and Yang Yin, he opened a room and closed the door.

Yang Yin was dumbfounded, "What luck! You are neighbors with him! No way! You'd better change another room! What if he holds a grudge against you!"

Mu Anran didn't care, "It's you who said the wrong thing, not me."

She opened the door, "Okay, this time you can't tell me you're on the way, go home."

"Snapped!"

The door is closed.

Yang Yin, "..."

The temperature here is very high, if Mu Anran hadn't lived in Wuwei for a while, he would definitely not be able to bear it.

"Take it as body training." She muttered, lying on the stone bed.

"Tsk, it's really tough."

The stone house was unexpectedly large, it was probably located on the tempering cliff, and it was used by five big and three rough tool repairers, so it was a bit empty for Mu Anran.

She stretched out her fingers boredly, and the spiritual power of her fingertips drew an arc in the air as she moved.

"There really is him." Mu Anran exhaled, "It seems that this story is about to happen."

Mu Anran concentrated on feeling for a while, but didn't feel the rest of the thread on his body.

With a thought in her mind, two lines appeared faintly.

One belongs to Yu Lan, and the other belongs to Wang Jing.

It is worth noting that the two lines gave her the feeling that...

Both are approaching.

Yu Lan understood very well, after all, sooner or later she would return to the Beast Sect because of Yu Yue, so what about the false mirror?
If he doesn't stay on Yao Island well, why come to guard Yuncheng?
Mu An sat up abruptly, and murmured in disbelief, "You didn't come to look for me, did you?"

She was stunned for a while, then "tsk", "It's really troublesome."

With a flick of the fingertip, the spiritual power of the thunder element was ejected, and green smoke rose from the corner of the stone house.

Mu Ang sat up cross-legged.

Soldiers came to block the water and earth to cover her, she should practice hard, the foundation building cultivation base is still too weak.

Mu Anran closed her eyes, the lightning energy was gradually absorbed into her body, and her breath gradually became longer.

Cultivation of immortals does not know the years.

In the end, Mu Anran was awakened by the hot body surface, and she quickly jumped off the stone bed.

"What are you doing, this place is really not for people to live in."

She opened the door and found a figure squatting in front of it.

"Yang Yin? What the hell are you doing?"

Yang Yin was pitiful, "Why did you stay for half a month?"

Mu Anran yawned, "What do you want from me?"

Yang Yin faltered.

"Your family won't take you in?"

Yang Yin was annoyed, "No! They just...just want to send me to Jingshan!"

"Jingshan? Be a monk?"

Yang Yin's hair is even shorter, as if it was cut under pressure.

"Stop talking! Every time I was sent up, every time I was rejected! It made me seem like a monk!"

Mu Anran folded his arms, "Speaking of which, why does your family insist on making you a monk?"

Yang Yin jumped up, "Stop talking about this! I'll help you find out what you want to know!"

What she wants to know?
"what?"

"The Qi repairer next door to you! His name is Fang Ling! You should know that alchemy has never been separated from each other since ancient times. Fang Ling was led in by an alchemist when he embarked on the road of Qi repair!"

Mu Anran was speechless.

When did she want to know this from Yang Yin.

A casual word, but he took it to heart.

But Mu Anran glanced at the open room next to him, nodded, "Then what?"

"Then..." Yang Yin lowered his voice, "About 50 years ago, that alchemist lost his temper and died! It was also at that time that the craftsman ordered that he no longer sell weapons to outsiders!"

"Crench!"

The side door opened.

Fang Ling stood at the door with a burly figure, which brought great pressure to people.

Yang Yin froze.

(End of this chapter)