Weapon Master

In the evening, three figures quietly appeared under a large tree at the top of the cliff deep within the Sword Crafting Valley. They were Shen Guan, Qing Ye and Mu Kui.    

"It's been more than ten days since the third time the Divine Weapon took form. There's still no movement from inside." Ge Teng had some suspicions. If there really was a Grandmaster forging a weapon in the space inside the cliff, with his astonishing speed, he should have already made the fourth Divine Weapon.    

"Could it be that our judgement is wrong?" Qing Ye frowned.    

"It's only been around ten days or so. Maybe he doesn't have enough materials, or maybe the Divine Weapon he's forging is very complicated. Let's wait patiently and see."    

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The sky was getting darker, and people were flashing up and down the cliff.    

After so many days, those Martial Warrior with weaker cultivations had already left quietly, in case something bad happened and they were caught in the crossfire. The remaining thousands of people, were at least sixth ranked Martial Master s, or even Great Martial Master s of the seventh step.    

As time passed, the figures of a few Stage Nine Rankers were gradually discovered.    

The tall and sturdy old man at the top of the cliff who kept flashing up and down seemed to be the Great Elder Shen Guan of the Divine Weapon Pavilion.    

One day at noon, an old man and a young man appeared in front of the Lunar Tomb. The young girl seemed to be the little princess of the current Tang Empire Empire, Tang Yun. Other than the founder of the Tang Empire Empire, Tang Moyang, who else could he be?    

Early one morning, a red-haired old man with a tall nose and deep eyes stood by the side of the Sword Monument for a long time. It was not until he left that a nearby Stage Eight Martial Lord with a beard and white hair suddenly recalled that the red-haired old man was the founder of the Mo Yun Empire, the Peak Stage Nine Ranker Mo Huang.    

One day at dusk, a graceful, refined and middle-aged man was greeting Shen Guan on the top of the cliff.    

Another day, a fat Fat Old Man and a beautiful white-haired girl appeared at the bottom of the cliff ?    

"Not only Shen Guan, even the founding ancestors of the three great empires, Tang Moyang, Mo Huang and Sha Mi, have come. And that woman, seems to be Shan He's younger sister, Shan Lan?"    

Between the giant rocks thousands of meters away from the Lunar Tomb, a wrinkled and haggard old man in white sat cross-legged on the ground, softly talking with a gloomy face.    

The white clothed elderly man was Tang Mochang.    

When he said the three words "Tang Moyang," the anger in his tone was extremely obvious.    

The Nulang City was also considered a branch of the imperial family of the Tang Empire Empire. Back then, when Tang Moyang founded the Tang Empire Empire, Tang Mochang also contributed greatly to it. However, two years ago, when Tang Huan caused such a ruckus in the Tang Family, the royal family of the Tang Empire did not even have a single expression, which made him extremely angry.    

Now that he had stepped into the ninth ranked Martial Saint realm, Tang Mochang was originally full of ambition. He was prepared to personally make a move, look for an opportunity to kill Tang Huan, but reality gave him a severe slap on the face. In just two short years, Tang Huan had already become a Peak Stage Nine Ranker from the Great Martial Master of the seventh step.    

Even the "Eight Remoteness Dragon King", one of the eight great Demon King s of Devil Clan, had been killed by Tang Huan.    

In the eyes of the vast majority of the people in the world, a person who had just broken through to ninth ranked Martial Saint was also a strong Ranker, but in the eyes of a Peak Stage Nine Demon King, he was not much different from a Stage Eight Martial Lord. Right now, even the Eight Remoteness Dragon King was not Tang Huan's opponent. If he were to go kill Tang Huan, it would be equivalent to seeking death.    

After finding out about Tang Huan's condition, Tang Mochang was both shocked and fearful.    

He had originally wanted to give up, but once he thought about how he would ask "Secluded Night Divine Palace" to assassinate Tang Huan, even the roots would be uprooted if news of that. As a result, when he found out that the Sword Crafting Valley might have a Divine Weapon in them, he rushed over without hesitation.    

If he could have the Divine Weapon in his possession, he would have an additional safeguard.    

But he never thought that after arriving at the Sword Crafting Valley, he would discover that there were many Rankers who had exposed their whereabouts, and they were all here too! Even, Mo Huang, Sha Mi and Shan Lan, the Peak Stage Nine Rankers that had not moved in dozens of years had come, so this showed just how enticing the Divine Weapon was.    

With this level of Peak Stage Nine Ranker here, his chances of obtaining the Divine Weapon were extremely slim.    

"None of these people are good!" Tang Mochang's face twitched, he gritted his teeth, and a string of words came out from his mouth, "If you let this old man obtain the Divine Weapon!"    

"You're right, they're not good people!" Just then, a voice that was faint as a gossamer thread suddenly interrupted him, interrupting Tang Mochang's words.    

"Who?"    

Tang Mochang sprung up like a spring as he roared out, the hairs on his entire body stood up, a cold feeling rushed straight from his spine to his skull. The voice from earlier had almost entered his ears, but with his strength, he had not sensed the presence of anyone nearby.    

"Don't be nervous."    

The soft voice rang out once more.    

Tang Mo Chang's pupils constricted, and he immediately turned around to look, only to see a black shadow walking over from a crack a few meters away. That person's body was tall, and he was completely wrapped in a black robe, and he wore a mask, revealing only his two dark eyes. What made Tang Mo Chang surprised was that this person seemed to be floating in the air like a ghost.    

"Who are you?"    

Tang Mochang was extremely vigilant. After hearing the uninvited guest's voice and looking at his clothing, he couldn't tell if he was male or female, old or young.    

"Brother Mo Chang is really forgetful. Two years ago, we made a deal." The man laughed.    

"Trade? "What kind of deal?"    

Tang Mochang stared blankly for a moment, then laughed coldly, his vigilance and wariness not relaxing in the slightest, "Does this old man remember any trade with you?"    

That person did not get angry, and laughed: "Since you do not remember, then I will remind you, Crescent Moon City, Wave Listening Pavilion."    

"Soundwave Pavilion."    

Tang Mochang was startled, then his face changed, as though he had seen a ghost, and retreated two steps: "You, you are the hall master of the 'Secluded Night Divine Palace'?"    

"Brother Mo Chang finally remembers."    

That man said smilingly, "After all, our 'Secluded Night Divine Palace' had made a loss. In order to assassinate Tang Huan, we had already lost many archers. You know how difficult it is to raise a good archer. Furthermore, after many failures, the strongholds of our Secluded Night Divine Palace s in the Glory Continent were mostly dug out by the Divine Weapon Pavilion along the way. "    

"What does this have to do with me?" Tang Mochang clenched his teeth and said with a gloomy face.    

"Of course it's related to Brother Mo Chang."    

That person said in a slow and unhurried manner, "Since I discovered that it was a loss-making deal, I naturally couldn't continue losing money like this. Now that there's a chance to correct it, how can I be wrong?"