Wizard: I can refine everything

Outside Chengshan City, Richard followed Yue Feng all the way.

"Senior, this manor is extremely hidden, and ordinary people can't find it at all."

As he said, Yue Feng pushed aside the weeds that were more than one person tall and blocked the road, revealing a small path.

"Senior, this way."

Richard glanced around and frowned slightly. With the senses of a third-level creature, he keenly noticed that there was something wrong with the energy environment around him.

It seemed that someone was using a medium to observe the two of them.

"Ulysses, did you notice anything?" Richard asked Ulysses on his shoulder with a mental message.

"Someone is just peeking at us."

Ulysses' voice was a little lazy. Yesterday, Richard was responsible for killing people and Ulysses was responsible for reconnaissance. Ulysses had reconnaissanced several sects' scripture buildings.

After such a high-intensity reconnaissance, Ulysses was also a little tired.

"A strange formation?" Richard guessed in his heart.

As a hunted Qimen formation master, it is normal to make some arrangements in his hiding place.

Following the path, Richard soon came to a manor located halfway up the mountain.

In the manor, the orc servants were cleaning the road. Seeing Richard and the others coming, an orc dressed as a butler stepped forward and said:

"Young master, Mr. Wu has been waiting for you for a long time."

Hearing this, Yue Feng's face tightened. He secretly glanced at Richard. After seeing that Richard had no reaction, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The butler's words were too easy to be misunderstood.

Although he did want to use Mr. Wu's hand to escape from the palm of the old demon's hand, he had no preparations before that.

"Lead the way." Richard said calmly.

Following the butler, the two entered a huge wooden house in the center of the manor. In the house, a strangely dressed and very old orc sat on a recliner, basking in the sun leisurely.

The old orc was wearing a robe, a gourd tied around his waist, and a pair of tattered straw sandals. The robe looked colorful, as if it was made of many pieces of cloth. The hairpin on his head was also made of ordinary wood, without any jewelry.

As soon as he entered the door, Yue Feng bowed to the old orc and said:

"Mr. Wu."

But the old orc seemed not to hear him, lying on the recliner without any movement.

Yue Feng looked a little embarrassed and shouted again: "Mr. Wu."

The old orc was still unmoved.

Yue Feng was about to shout again, but he heard Richard beside him say: "Don't shout, a reserved phantom will not respond to you."

Richard looked around, and he could keenly feel that the space of this courtyard had been separated from the outside world by some means similar to space anchors.

At this moment, this courtyard was equivalent to a seal.

"I'm curious, what on earth are you?"

A voice came from outside the courtyard. The two turned around and saw Mr. Wu in a colorful robe holding a rough wooden stick, looking at Richard calmly.

Richard pointed at himself and replied, "Are you talking about me?"

"Is there anyone else here?"

"Isn't this person next to me considered a person?"

"Dead people are not considered people."

As he spoke, Mr. Wu tapped the ground with the wooden stick in his hand, and Yue Feng next to Richard felt a fine and sharp pain in his body.

An invisible field enveloped him, and in less than a moment, his body collapsed into a pool of sewage.

Richard glanced at Yue Feng and asked calmly, "Is this a strange trick? It looks really good."

Mr. Wu said lightly, "You haven't answered my question yet. Are you a creature from another cave? Or a creature from outside the sky?"

"You actually know other worlds," Richard was interested in this sentence, "This makes people feel a little strange."

Ordinary wild beastmen in the wild land, and even sects like Banshanmen, do not know that there are other worlds outside. In their worldview, the wild world is the only world in the starry world.

Outside the wild land, the world is only a chaos.

"It seems that you are from outside the world." A trace of excitement flashed across Mr. Wu's face, "The knowledge of the Lord Saint is indeed correct, there is indeed a new world outside the wilderness!"

"Lord Saint?"

Richard's face was a little strange when he heard this, because in the wild land, only one force would use the word Lord Saint.

Mr. Wu looked at Richard with some dissatisfaction: "Monster from another world, if you want to live, then shut your mouth."

"What if I don't?"

"Then..."

Mr. Wu was about to use the strange array to teach Richard a lesson. But before he picked up the wooden stick, he saw a figure standing in front of him.

Richard unlocked the invisible face and looked at the old orc in front of him with sarcasm.

"You are a bit overconfident to play with space in front of the wizard, alien."

Richard knew five ways to crack the space anchor.

Seeing Richard break through his array, Mr. Wu's body trembled suddenly, and a strong energy wave suddenly burst out from his body.

Bang!

Richard held Mr. Wu's fist with a surprised look.

In a short moment, Mr. Wu changed from a skinny old man to a devil muscle man about four meters tall.

Mr. Wu was now sturdy and red all over. Strands of red gas kept seeping out of his body, like a demon crawling out of hell.

"Monster from another world, don't look down on me...Ahhhh!"

Richard let go of his hand expressionlessly. At this moment, Mr. Wu's fist had been clenched into a ball of flesh and bones.

"Alien, you think too highly of yourself."

In front of Richard, a creature that has surpassed the limits of a third-level creature, Mr. Wu's strength is just that of a turtle and a child.

Mr. Wu was terrified and turned to escape, but before he moved, he heard a sharp pain in his body.

He looked down and saw that several long metal nails had nailed several major acupoints where the skills were running.

Richard looked at Mr. Wu with a "kind" smile: "Don't leave in a hurry, I also have a lot of things to ask you."

The crack in the secret realm opened behind Richard, and in Mr. Wu's desperate eyes, Richard took it into the secret realm.

Three hours later, Richard stood in front of Mr. Wu, who was covered with knife wounds and had a broken soul, holding the interrogation record, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Yes, they basically match."

After three hours of interrogation, Richard successfully got what he wanted from Mr. Wu.

As he guessed, Mr. Wu was a magic warrior. And the holy lord he mentioned was the devil lord in the myth of the wild beastmen.

The wizards didn't have much information about magic warriors. This kind of warrior was almost a target of public criticism in the wilderness. Once discovered, the local sect would immediately send people to kill him.

It was difficult for ordinary people to get information about these warriors.

According to Mr. Wu's confession, he was originally an ordinary person from Qimen. He usually walked in the wilderness, looking for various strange Feng Shui Bureaus to help him practice.

But when he was practicing Feng Shui Qi Bureau, he vaguely touched a huge will.

That will was extremely huge, but it didn't seem to be awake.

After touching him, Mr. Wu was instinctively instilled with a bunch of random information. After waking up, Mr. Wu became a magic warrior.

After becoming a magic warrior, Mr. Wu did not change his temperament as rumored. He was still looking for Feng Shui Qiju as usual, but the difference was that every time he arrived at a Qiju, some ideas would pop up in his mind, prompting him to change the Qiju.

The changed Qiju became more suitable for his practice, and his cultivation also improved by leaps and bounds.

Later, during a process of modifying Feng Shui, he met a strange person who was also a magic warrior. Under his introduction, he joined the organization called the Demon Cult by the sect of the Savage Land.

And he became the deacon of the Demon Cult in Chengshan City.

Yes, Mr. Wu was not hunted down, and everything Yue Fengshan knew was forged by Mr. Wu and the Demon Cult minions.

"The Demon Lord is not dead, but sealed..."

Richard looked at the last sentence of the confession and frowned slightly.

If the Demon Lord is not dead, then their expedition will inevitably confront a star master.

Although the wizard does not intend to turn the wild orcs into slaves, the world master among the wild orcs will definitely be eliminated.

Richard didn't think that these martial arts masters would be so noble that they would not be willing to unseal the Demon Lord even if they were about to die. According to the information of the Demon Cult, the Forerunner relics held by these great sects were the nodes of the Demon Lord's seal.

Richard sighed slightly: "Alas, the big world is really not a soft persimmon."

In Mr. Wu's confession, in addition to the news about the Demon Cult, the rest was knowledge about Qimen.

After Richard searched his soul and compared these knowledge, he determined that most of them were correct.

Putting the confession in his pocket, Richard came to Mr. Wu and untied the gourd on his waist. Richard probed with his mental power and erased Mr. Wu's mark in the gourd.

This gourd is called Qiankun Gourd, which is the magic pocket of the wild orcs. But unlike the magic pocket that wizard apprentices in the wizard world can afford, Qiankun Gourd is very expensive and has a larger space than the magic pocket.

But surprisingly, Qiankun Gourd is not made by craftsmen, only Qimen people can make it.

After injecting a little magic power, Qiankun Pocket vomited a bunch of things. Most of these things were some strange objects and flags for array formation, as well as some scattered magic essences and elemental gems.

However, among them, only two attracted Richard's attention the most, one was a torn book with strange gates written on it, and the other was a mask with strange patterns.

Needless to say, the strange book was the dress that Mr. Wu wore when he attended the Demon Cult gathering.

As a demon warrior, everyone wanted to kill him. In order to prevent the investigation of one and implicate a group of people, the people in the Demon Cult basically did not know each other's identities, and called each other by code names.

Richard took the mask in his hand, and the strange patterns on it made Richard feel more and more strange.

Suddenly, Richard's body shook, and he quickly moved the mask away.

"Ulises, look at this thing!"

Richard looked at the mask with some fear. The pattern on the mask could actually affect him, a creature that had already transcended the limits of mortals.