"Miss Purple Heart?"

Ning Fan's eyes flashed slightly, and without saying anything, he followed the Master of Shangjiu Pavilion and walked towards the inner hall.

All the emperors of the Yuan Dynasty had the surname Tan. The old emperor was named Tan Tianyan. This Miss Zixin should be named Tan Zixin.

Unexpectedly, the talker behind Shangjiuge is actually an important figure in Yuandian...

The master of Shangjiu Pavilion collected all the fairy jade outside the hall, but he was still a little shocked in his heart.

He led Ning Fan through the palaces and pavilions, and along the way, he briefly informed Ning Fan of Yuan Tong's identity.

Ning Fan is now considered a distinguished guest of Shangjiu Pavilion, so he will entertain him well and will naturally share some information.

Hearing that Yuan Tong was the disciple of the Ape King, Ning Fan just nodded without any major mood swings.

The Ape Emperor's physical body can defeat Shaiqi, but he is still no match for San Mo. Even if San Mo can only attack once more, Ning Fan is not afraid of the Ape Emperor.

Seeing that Ning Fan was not afraid of Yuan Tong's background, Pavilion Master Shangjiu was greatly surprised, but he did not ask any more questions and continued to lead the way.

Behind the inner hall is an entire weapon-smelting workshop equipped with numerous metallurgical furnaces and forging platforms.

Hundreds of weapon refiners were busy here. When they saw Lord Shangjiu Pavilion and Ning Fan approaching, they all stopped what they were doing and bowed respectfully.

At the back of the workshop, there is a refining room that operates independently.

In the forging room, a girl wearing a light purple tube top dress was standing in front of the forging table, swinging a golden hammer that was bigger than her body, and struck it down hard with one hammer.

The girl wore a thin ponytail and a purple and white scarf on her head. Her bangs on her forehead were wet with sweat and stuck to her forehead. Her dark eyebrows were long and slender. She wore no make-up and powder, and was as light as a moon.

This woman's cultivation level is already at the peak of becoming a god, and she is not far from refining the void.

Her plain face was covered with light smoke, but her beauty could not be concealed.

She was wearing a light purple scarf, her eyes were very focused, and she was always looking at a flying sword that was being forged. At this moment, it seemed to her that the whole world had stopped. Only she and the flying sword in front of her were left in the world.

She seemed to be in a state of selflessness.

The Master of Shangjiu Pavilion made a gesture of silence to Ning Fan and stood respectfully aside, waiting for the girl to finish refining the weapon.

Ning Fan didn't bother him, and just looked at the purple-clothed girl quietly.

This was the first time he had seen such focused eyes, which had a soul-stirring charm.

What the girl forged was a flying sword of the highest quality. It could be used by the cultivators who were fighting against the void.

The girl's weapon refining skills are very extraordinary, and the refining of this flying sword is extremely superb.

This treasure has been forged to the last moment, and the girl suddenly shook her head, as if remembering the gloomy knot in her heart.

Due to this distraction, the golden hammer that was supposed to be knocked down actually stopped in the air and fell half a minute slower.

Click...

This was the only distraction. The originally perfect flying sword had a crack as thin as a hair.

The girl was startled, put down the golden hammer, stroked the hot sword blade, and remained silent.

This crack can be repaired, but even if it is repaired, it will no longer be perfect.

"What a pity."

The girl raised her hand and threw the half-finished flying sword into an iron frame nearby.

In that iron frame, there were already many magic weapons of not weak quality, all of which were failures that the girl felt dissatisfied with.

In the past, she would not be distracted when refining weapons, but now...

"Grandpa... If it weren't for me, grandpa wouldn't have hurt the demon soul at that critical moment... It's all my fault..."

At this moment, there was a look of regret in this girl's eyes.

This regret is very similar to the Tao Yun in the plaque on Shangjiuge.

Ning Fan couldn't help but think of the name of Shangjiu Pavilion. The two characters "Shangjiu" had something to say.

There is a hexagram in the "Book of Changes" that says, "On the ninth level, if a dragon is strong, there will be regrets..."

"This woman may have regrets in her heart..." Ning Fan guessed.

The girl was silent for a while. She took out a purple handkerchief and wiped the dust and sweat from her face.

She turned her head and suddenly realized that the Lord of Shangjiu Pavilion and Ning Fan were also here, and she was suddenly surprised.

"Ajiu? Why are you here? Who is this?" The girl looked at Ning Fan doubtfully and expressed that she did not recognize this person.

"He is the one who came to order a purple-grade fishing rod from Miss. His name is Bai Mu."

"Oh? Are you here for the purple fishing rod?" The girl's eyes suddenly became serious and she stared at Ning Fan.

Although her cultivation level has not yet been refined, her spiritual thoughts are very powerful and she has reached the realm of asking the void.

She noticed Ning Fan's Wenxu aura. Although this aura was not strong, it was too solid and restrained.

Ning Fan seems to be somewhat extraordinary, not an ordinary person.

If the strength is not weak, the hope of winning the Dragon Fishing Conference is not small.

If you can participate in the Dragon Fishing Conference and have your own fishing rod, you can hope to catch Yin dragons and Yang dragons...

"Shiromu, since you are here, you should have agreed to my terms, right? If you catch the Yinlong Yanglong, you have to lend me two dragon balls. Of course, the Yinlong Yanglong has millions

No one has fished it for years, so you probably won’t be able to catch it, so I just said casually..."

The girl's voice is very beautiful, like pearls falling on a jade plate, making people unforgettable once they hear it.

"May I ask Miss Zixin, what is the purpose of borrowing the Yin Yang Dragon Ball?" Ning Fan suddenly asked.

This question made the girl a little stunned.

Why does Ning Fan care about this issue?

He was confident of catching Yinlong and Yanglong, so he paid attention to her purpose of borrowing the dragon beads?

"I have my purpose, and I can't tell you for the time being. But you can rest assured that even if you can catch the Yin-Yang Dragon Ball, I will only borrow it. I will not steal your things, nor will I borrow them for too long. On this point, I

You can use your identity as the young master of Yuandian Palace as a guarantee!"

"Yeah."

Ning Fan secretly used the whispering technique, but when he was asking questions to the girl, he got a glimpse of the girl's thoughts.

This woman is the daughter of the current Yuan Emperor - Tan Zixin. The old Yuan Emperor Tan Tianyan is her grandfather.

The reason why she wanted to ask for the Yin Yang Dragon Ball was to save someone.

As for who to save and why the Dragon Balls are needed to save this person, it is not clear at all...

When Ning Fan snooped here, he suddenly couldn't spy on anything anymore.

He peeps into women's thoughts, relying solely on the Yin and Yang power of the Yin and Yang Lock.

But within this woman's body, a force of yin and yang suddenly emerged, blocking all Ning Fan's perceptions...

Yin and yang overcome yin and yang!

The technique practiced by this woman is not a change of yin and yang. This power of yin and yang was accidentally obtained from the outside world and cannot be controlled by her. However, it plays a role in shielding her thoughts at the critical moment.

The girl didn't know that Ning Fan had peeked into her mind.

Although Ning Fan did not uncover all the secrets, he also understood that this woman needed the Yin-Yang Dragon Ball not because she wanted to snatch it, but because she really just wanted to save people.

In this way, Ning Fan can rest assured that this woman has no evil intentions.

"I promised to refine a purple-grade fishing rod for you, but the fishing rod I refined is similar to a natal magic weapon. It needs to be made with different techniques for different monks... Please leave me a few drops of demon blood, and I will analyze it carefully.

Use this blood to make a purple-grade fishing rod that is most suitable for your use. You don’t have to worry about your demon blood. I will never use it for evil purposes, and I can make an oath about this."

The girl's expression is very serious.

It is taboo to ask for demon blood from others.

Many occult magical powers that poison others require blood as a medium.

Ning Fan frowned. His demon blood was Fuli's blood. Although no one knew it, he did not want to show it to others easily.

But if you don't leave a few drops of blood and can't refine the fishing rod, it's really a troublesome thing.

Seeing Ning Fan's hesitant expression, the girl knew that Ning Fan did not trust her, and she was vaguely unwilling to hand over the demon blood.

He sighed slightly, but did not force it, and said, "Well, there is a compromise. You leave a natal magic weapon with me, and I will make a fishing rod for you based on your natal magic weapon. How about it? It's up to you from now on.

I personally own the fishing rod by dripping blood, I will not handle this step."

"good."

Ning Fan did not hesitate, pointed a finger between his eyebrows, took out a sword of starlight that was as clear as silver, and handed it to the girl.

This Zhanli Sword is one of his rare treasures. It can be used for some purposes.

"What a sword... what a pitiful sword... a pitiful sword that has no owner to love it..."

The girl took the Zhanli Sword, stroked the cold sword body, and gave Ning Fan a slightly annoyed look.

She took a closer look at the sword and discovered that it was not only a two-star divine weapon, but also had a very mysterious refining technique. Some of the techniques even she thought were incomparable.
To be continued...