Empress!

I can't believe it was the empress! Meng fan's surprise looked at the lonely heart Ao, quickly wiped the corners of his mouth, eyes appeared in the shock that is hard to hide.

It's the empress who injured guxinao. What makes Meng fan shocked most is that she didn't find herself. Obviously, compared with Gu Xinao who just went to her palace to transfer around, Meng fan who took away the source of fire naturally made her more angry!

However, unfortunately, the empress should just remember his breath, not his name, but one day Think of here, Meng fan also can't help but a cold back.

The lonely heart is proud of this look is to know that this woman is extremely fierce, and has a very dedicated pursuit of the spirit See the change between the look of Meng fan, lonely heart proud cold hum a, helpless said.

"I've been your substitute, good boy. I don't know what I owe you. There's nothing good after I meet you!"

The voice falls, Meng fan wry smile a, helpless say.

"Nonsense, you and I should be regarded as a grasshopper on a rope. After that girl finds out, you and I will be doomed. You have protected me for a year, but you don't lose. This time you want me to contribute, how can you give some hints?"

Smell speech, solitary heart arrogant nodded, silent a moment later said.

"The dead corner is very big, and the black city is just a small corner. There are three forces in the black city: zhanzong, Mingdian and Beijia! These three forces have the absolute right to speak in the black city. It's also them who are fighting against Pusan and others this time. So you have to choose one of the three. I don't know about the other two. But I have some friendship with the old ghost of the hell hall. You can go to him, and he will definitely give you a quota. After that Just rely on yourself

Speaking between, lonely heart Ao spread out a hand, a pair of shake hands shopkeeper's appearance.

Three forces!

Meng fan's eyes twinkled and said with a bitter smile, "I can do my best for it!"

"Well!"

Gu Xin Ao nodded, immediately took out the paper, wrote a letter, delivered in Meng fan's hand, said with a smile.

"Little guy, you are one of the most evil spirits I've ever seen. You can break through that array at your age, but you are the only one. I believe you very much. Go ahead. The old ghost in the hell hall is called cold sword. He has the strength of breaking the Yuan state. He is a very smart guy!"

Believe it!

Meng fan was proud of his lonely heart. If only he believed that he could defeat many disciples of Pusan.

The national master Pusan is the only six level soul master in the great Qian empire. His weapon refining methods are extremely excellent. How can his disciples be extraordinary.

Thinking of this, Meng fan could not help but look sad, put away the letter, and without hesitation, went out directly, looking at the smile on his lonely heart behind him, and snorted.

"Wait for my news, and I remember who you are. I don't like to hear about you, but you know it

While speaking, Meng fan steps out of the hall and leaves with his lonely heart and a bitter smile behind him.

Leaving the lonely heart proud mansion, Meng fan's eyes twinkle, knowing that now only to go to the hell palace to have a try.

"Master, forget me!"

In the ring, came the shrieking voice of the finch, which made Meng fan's eyebrows wrinkle. He was silent for a moment and said softly.

"You stay in here."

This finch is too annoying, and its appearance is really too exotic. Meng fan always likes to keep a low profile. Naturally, he is not willing to show him off. Therefore, he has to put the finch in the ring.

But at the moment, the finch is roaring.

"What, you little heartless, let me be here? Let me out of here

"Bastard, I am the spirit of heaven and earth..."

Seal the ring completely, Meng fan's eyes do not blink, a few steps out, the body in the dead corner of the shuttle, for the ring in the long hair bird ignore, speed is fast.

In the black city, it is not difficult to find the location of the temple of the underworld. As the three major forces in the dead corner area, the position of the other party is on the main street in the dead corner area.

It is a huge manor, occupying a very spacious place. It can not see the end at a glance. It is like a city in a city. A grand and atmospheric momentum appears at the solemn gate.

This place is the hall of the underworld!

Looking at the huge manor not far away, Meng fan nodded and immediately walked towards it.

Around the temple of the underworld stood a row of guards, all of them in fine armour, with sharp eyes and well-trained eyes. After seeing Meng fan, one of the big men immediately reached out to stop him and asked.

"Your Excellency

Compared with those arrogant and domineering people outside, the guard of the temple of the underworld is obviously more introverted and respectful. However, the vitality of every big man is not low.

Smile slightly, Meng fan nods to say."I heard that you are looking for an artificer. That's why I'm here to apply for it!"

Smell speech, big Han a Leng, Mou son looks at Meng fan carefully. Meng fan under the black robe is hiding all the breath, only the young face, can't see through, can't feel.

After a moment, the big man nodded and said faintly.

"All right, sir. Please go in. In the hall inside, all the required soul masters are there!"

As soon as the sound fell, a big man and Meng fan walked towards the hall of the underworld. The manor of the hall of the underworld was very grand. After walking through numerous gardens and courtyards, he finally came to a hall behind.

Step into the hall, Meng fan's eyes flash, it is found in this hall but surrounded by people, many people are sitting there, most of them are gray hair, a lot of age.

Feeling the fluctuation of spiritual power here, Meng fan's heart moved. He knew that there were more than ten people in the hall, and they were all soul masters.

It seems that these people are to apply for the soul master in the hall of the underworld. Meng fan chuckles and doesn't care. He looks for the most unimportant position in the corner of the hall. He immediately does it and waits quietly.

After a while, out of the hall came a middle-aged man, dressed in plain cloth and black, with sharp eyes, and had reached the realm of soul refining. After his appearance, he arched his hands to the people and said softly.

"Dear soul masters, I'm going to salute the dragon!"

Seeing the appearance of the middle-aged man Xiang long, all the soul masters also stood up, all arched their hands, with a smile on their faces. At one glance, Xiang Long's position in the temple of the underworld is obviously not low. At least he has reached the position of the steward. Otherwise, he would never appear to receive people.

Looking at the crowd, he coughed to the dragon, frowned and said in a coagulative voice.

"You are all famous soul masters in the dead corner area, all of them have very good weapon refining methods. But this time, we all fought with master Pusan for ten places, three of us, but there are already two candidates, so we just need one soul master. I don't know you..."

When the voice fell, all the soul masters looked at each other and knew that these people were competitors. After a while, there was a lot of noise in the whole field.

"If that's the case, then master Lingyuan will do it!"

"Hum, my master Kazan is also an absolute master of refining utensils!"

"But I feel that master Lingyuan's strength should be higher."

There is only one place, so among the people, only those with strength can stand up and do not need to talk to the dragon. After a short discussion, the two most famous old men in the field came forward.

Both of them are white, but on their chest, they all carry the medal of a third-order soul master, and look at Xiang long with a proud smile.

One of the black robed old man stroked his beard and whispered, "it's said that the Ming Palace is recruiting good weapon refiners this time. Naturally, Ling Yuan came here in a hurry. Kazan, you'd better not fight with me. You can't compete with me!"

"Fart!"

On one side, an old man sneered and said scornfully, "in this black city, where can you speak? I Kazan must be in front of you!"

"You fart

On one side, the old man of Lingyuan was naturally staring at him. His black robe was shaking, and he looked like he was going to fight.

All of a sudden, there was a quarrel between the two people in the hall. All the soul masters on the side were staring at each other and watching their performances.

After all, the strength of the two old men is the most prominent among them. Looking at the fighting two people, to the dragon a frown, helplessly said.

"OK, OK, you two masters, just follow me. If there is no opinion, I will take the two masters to see Master Hanjian and wait for the selection of master Hanjian!"

The voice falls, two old people's quarrel voice just ended, but it is a stare at one, who are not convinced. Around them, they all nodded. Naturally, there was no objection. After all, their strength was respected, and their spiritual strength was enough to suppress everyone in the audience.

At the next moment, when Xiang Long was about to leave with two people, a faint voice suddenly came from behind.

"I have objection, this time the quota Give it to me

While speaking, Meng fan's figure came out of the crowd, his eyes twinkled. Since he was ready to fight for the creation pill, this kind of thing was essential.

Seeing Meng fan in a black robe, all of a sudden there was silence in the whole field. Ling Yuan and Kazan became extremely gloomy and fierce. At the next moment, Ling Yuan said with a sneer.

"Baby, you are still sucking when I'm refining my utensils!"

"Yes, I'm strong enough to be your master."

"Hum, how dare you compete with master Lingyuan and eat leopard gall?"

In the face of all the discussion around, Meng fan's expression is still, a finger reaches out, a letter is thrown directly to Xiang long, light says."Let Han Jian come to see me!"

When the voice fell down, there was an uproar in the scene. Rao Shi Xiang Long's look was changed. You know, in the hall of the underworld, the cold sword was one of the ancestors. It was unexpected that Meng fan was so arrogant.

I can't help it.

"Little doll, master Hanjian will meet you? You have a delusion

In the field, Xiang Long frowned slightly and looked at the letter in his hand. He immediately reached out and threw it directly to the person beside him. After a wink, a big man nodded and left immediately with the letter.

Looking at Meng fan, he said with a smile to the dragon.

"This guest, I hope you have enough confidence in what you say. Our Ming Temple is not a place for joking. Once..."

The tone dropped, but it was clear. However, it was filled with a strong chill. All the soul masters around him snorted and waited for the scene that Meng fan was carried out for a while. As one of the three forces in the black city, the hell hall was definitely not a child growing up in a greenhouse.

In the public hesitation, in the next moment suddenly an old voice came out.

"Who is Meng fan? Please welcome me, Han Jian!"

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