Prehistoric: Twelve Golden Immortals At The Beginning Of The Game

Jun Ao took out the Xuantian Order and injected his true energy again:

"Master, the Celestial Clan may want to force you out with this, there is a Dao Realm Demon God behind them, or you..."

Before he finished speaking, Li Xuan's voice came from within Xuantian Ling:

"Don't worry, you just do what you should do and make your own claim for the teacher."

Jun Ao was silent for a moment, then nodded:

"Yes."

Putting down Xuantian Order, Shion and Monkey asked urgently:

"What did the master say?"

Jun Ao's face solemnly said:

"Master said that he has his own ideas, so let us rest assured."

The faces of Monkey and Ziyuan gradually became serious. For a while, they couldn't guess their master's thoughts.

The monkey said solemnly:

"You said, will Master be sure to win the Dao Realm Demon God, so let us rest assured?"

"this……"

Ziyuan and Jun Ao looked at each other, and didn't know what to say for a while.

In their hearts, their own master is an existence beyond the true to the sacred, an absolute Taoist powerhouse.

So they don't think that the real world of the heavenly race can pose a threat to their master.

But the Dao Realm Demon God...

They are really hard to say.

That realm is too far away from them.

Ziyuan said solemnly:

"No matter what, we believe that Master will do it."

"Go, now prepare the pill armor,"

"Brother, your magic weapon has to be changed."

The last time I went to the Shenlou, the monkey carried a fairy-level magic weapon. This time, the fairy-level magic weapon was far from enough.

The monkey frowned:

"The Taoist magic weapon in the auction house is too expensive. With our current financial resources, we may not be able to afford it."

The two of Jun Ao Ziyuan were also frowning.

If it had been before, Jun Ao could still get some primordial stones in the Shenlou, now, I am afraid that the people of the Celestial Clan are lying in ambush all around the sky city.

At this moment, Huang Zun spoke:

"What weapon do you need, I might be able to make it."

When the three heard the words, their eyes lit up:

"Really?"

Huang Zun nodded and said:

"Well, after all, I used to be in the realm. Although I was a waste of everything, but over the past tens of thousands of years, I have recovered a lot."

"Many of the top quality weapons in the city of Zhetian came from me."

The monkey looked awkward:

"But when we first arrived, we don't have much money?"

Huang Zun waved his hand:

"In the past tens of thousands of years, I have also saved some wealth and forged a weapon, it is not a problem."

"Just as I gave it to you, thank you for allowing me to see Zizi again."

Ziyuan shook his head and said:

"No, Huang Zun, one yard goes to one yard,"

Huang Zun frowned and said:

"Then treat it as I lent it to you, okay?"

The three looked at each other, Shion nodded and said:

"Row!"

Huang Zun grinned and looked at the monkey:

"What weapon do you want, what rank?"

The monkey reached out his hand and touched his chin, and said:

"Long stick, stretchable freely, the heavier the better, the higher the grade, the better."

"Long stick." Huang Zun thought for a while:

"I can hit the most realm magic weapon right now,"

The monkey's eyes lit up:

"The ultimate magic weapon, good, good."

Huang Zun frowned: "But we only have three days. Time is too late."

"Huh?" Several people were a little lost:

"Then, is there no other way?"

"In this battle, our main opponent must be the strongest. If we use the magic weapon of the gods, it may be easily destroyed."

Although their current strength can only deal with the divine realm without the demonization of Jun Ao, there will be a situation of facing the strongest realm at that time, and full preparations must be made.

Huang Zun said solemnly:

"There is a way,"

"If I can borrow Ou Yezi's true fire furnace, I am confident that within three days, I will create an ultimate magic weapon."

The expressions of Ziyuan and Jun Ao changed slightly:

"Ou Yezi?"

The monkey was startled:

"Why do you know him?"

The two nodded slightly, Shion said:

"The predecessor of Ou Yezi is known as the No. 1 divine craftsman in the prehistoric world. He once forged a magic weapon in the realm to step into the realm."

"It is rumored that he has spent his entire life studying the creation of Taoist magic weapons. If he can create Taoist magic weapons, he will be able to enter the Tao by smelting and become the first Taoist forger."

"It's just not long after stepping into the real world, he disappeared. Few people know where he is."

The Red Flame Messenger said coldly:

"Senior Ou Yezi, is in this city of Zhetian."

"What?" Jun Ao Ziyuan was shocked:

"That's great!"

Just the next moment, the red flame messenger poured cold water down:

"However, I am afraid you will be disappointed."

"This senior has a weird personality, but he regards forging and smelting as his life,"

"If you want to use the forging hammer, I'm afraid you will only be disappointed."

Ziyuan said solemnly:

"Is that possible, please ask Senior Ou Yezi to help us forge it?"

The Red Flame Messenger shook his head:

"Don't think about it. Senior Ou Yezi only forges the magic weapon of the real world, and the price is extremely expensive."

"I suggest you choose to forge a magic weapon of the gods, which is more realistic."

The expressions of several people were a little depressed. Suddenly, Huang Zun said solemnly:

"give it to me."

Several people looked at Huang Zun one after another:

"Do you have a way?"

Huang Zun squinted slightly and said in a deep voice:

"Um."

Under the leadership of the Red Flame Envoy, the group came to an inaccessible valley in Zhetian City. The Red Flame Envoy pointed to the valley in front and said:

"Senior Ou Yezi, it's inside."

"Remember, Senior Ou Yezi, even Lord City Lord respects him, don't force it, let alone offend Senior.

Several people nodded together:

"Do not worry."

Having said that, Huang Zun carried the forging hammer and led a few people into the valley.

Cang! Cang! Cang!

The sound of gold and stone percussions stretched out in the valley, echoing throughout the valley,

Several people slowly entered, and an old man holding a forging hammer and slowly knocking on the side of the furnace came into view.

Shion looked at the old man with messy beard and respectfully said:

"Junior, I have met senior Ou Yezi."

The old man still tapped slowly, not hurriedly or slowly, as if he didn't hear it at all.

Jun Ao said solemnly:

"Junior, I have met senior Ou Yezi."

Cang! Cang! Cang!

The old man still knocked on the big red-burning sword unhurriedly, turning a deaf ear.

The monkey frowned:

"This old man is too defiant."

Ding!

Suddenly, the old man's forging hammer added gravity, and there was a piercing sound. The monkey screamed while covering his ears and fell directly to the ground.

Ziyuan Jun was surprised and hurriedly said:

"I have no intention of offending, please forgive me, senior!"

"Humph."

The old man tapped unhurriedly, his voice hoarse:

"Fuck off."

"Dare to plot against my grandson!" The monkey shook his head, got up from the ground, his eyes skyrocketed, and he was about to rush towards Ou Yezi, but was stopped by Ziyuan and Jun Ao:

"Master, calm down!"

At this moment, Huang Zun walked out from behind a few people with a calm face. He stared at Ou Yezi and said in a deep voice:

"Lend me the real melting pot."

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