Miracle Doctor, Abandoned Daughter: The Sly Emperor’s Wild Beast-Tamer Empress

Yan Jiu's people were quick to do things, and soon arrived at Sifang City.

Sifang City is an ancient city with a long history. It is rumored that it is older than any country on the mainland, and the city owner of Sifang City is known as a powerful man on a par with the three sect masters.

There are even rumors in the outside world that the Sifang City Lord is an old monster, and his age scares people to death.

It's just different from the three sect masters. The city owner of Sifang City has always seen the head but not the tail. Even the people in the Sifang City Lord's mansion do not know what the Sifang City Lord looks like.

He is also not keen on worldly fame and fortune, his only hobby is refining tools.

Every ten years, Sifang City will hold the first forging in the world, and the refiners from the mainland will gather here to display their best spiritual tools and select the most outstanding ones.

This time, it was the day when the registration deadline for the No. 1 Forging in Sifang City was due, and people came from all over the mainland in an endless stream.

When Yan Jiu's subordinates signed up, they heard that there were several alchemists in front of them who were signing up whispering.

"Have you heard that the road to Sifang City has not been peaceful recently."

Yan Jiu's subordinates were calm.

There are many spiritual tools that come to Sifang City to participate in the world's first forging, and it is inevitable that some people who are greedy for money will miss them.

"Have you heard that too? I heard that recently, gangsters slaughtered children, especially those six or seven years old. Even some of the shorter ones were killed."

"I don't know who did it, so cruel."

"I heard that it is an evil alchemist in the Central Plains. They said that they killed young children and made alchemy."

The two alchemists were discussing, and it was their turn, and they stopped.

Yan Jiu's subordinates listened and understood.

It seems that the city lord's guess is not wrong. The people of the Long family really haven't given up. Fortunately, the young master of Long Baobao is not allowed to show up, otherwise it must be more fortunate.

After signing up, the subordinate quickly left Sifang City.

Those two jade boxes were also put into the warehouse of Sifang City.

In the warehouses of Sifang City,

There are mountain-high spiritual artifacts piled up.

There are all spiritual weapons of the rank, and there are even a lot of spiritual tools of the earth rank.

Before entering the preliminary round, each spiritual tool will be screened in advance.

There are three or four maids, who are simply sorting the spiritual tools that have just been received today, and then registering them in the register.

One of them opened the two jade boxes sent from the Mercenary City earlier.

"Xiaoyu, look, this fan is really beautiful."

"I think this little bag is so delicate, look at the fabric."

The two maids whispered about the fan and the Qiankun bag in the box.

"What are you talking about, who told you to be lazy and not work." A majestic voice came from behind.

A middle-aged man with a dignified appearance came over.

When they saw him, the two maids hurriedly bowed and saluted.

"Director Qin, the slaves are just registering the spirits for competition that were just delivered today."

This chief surnamed Qin was one of the four chief chiefs of the Sifang City Lord's Mansion.

The manager surnamed Qin casually glanced at the spiritual weapon that participated in the competition. When he saw the fan of Long Baobao, a dark light flashed like a shooting star in his eyes.

A month ago, Long Sixuan, the acting head of the Long family, came to visit in person. When he came, he also brought a two million taels of silver.

No one doesn't love money. Manager Qin accepted the silver note, and he promised Long Sixuan that as long as he saw a fan-shaped spiritual tool in the contest, he would stop it for him.

Long Sixuan is also extremely cunning. Although he has already seen the head of the "Dragon Bag" and obtained the glazed jade fan, he is always suspicious, so he simply bribes Director Qin.

In this way, as the only fan-shaped spiritual tool, the glazed jade fan will undoubtedly come out on top when participating in the competition.

"How do you guys do things, such a poor Huangjie spirit tool has also been brought in, and you haven't taken it out and thrown it away." Manager Qin slammed the fan and Qiankun bag on the ground together.

The two maids were terrified.

They are just ordinary maids, where can you see the quality of any spiritual tools.

Looking at Director Qin's appearance, it seems that these two spiritual tools are really not in the flow.

The two maids didn't dare to make a sound, and quickly put away the two spiritual tools, and discarded them aside together with the two jade boxes.

Manager Qin nodded with satisfaction, and continued to check other spiritual tools with his hands behind his back.

In the middle of the night, in the city lord's mansion, an old slave with a hunched back was cleaning the courtyard of the city lord's mansion with a broom.

The old slave seems to be very old, and his movements are very slow.

His broom came across quite a few jade boxes.

Those jade boxes were all thrown out, spiritual weapons whose rank was below the Xuan rank, and did not even qualify for the preliminary competition.

The old slave's slightly cloudy eyes glanced at the jade boxes.

"These people are really the first place in the world to collect garbage, and send everything here."

But at this moment, the old slave noticed, one of the boxes.

"This is?"

The old slave picked up the fan inside and opened it with a bang.

It was a fan with an ink and wash landscape painting on it. It was smaller than an ordinary scholar's fan, and depending on the material, it seemed to be made of satin.

But the old slave can be sure that this fan is by no means made of silk.

On the fan, there is a river like a jade belt and a majestic mountain.

Looking at the moonlight, the mountains and water on the fan are alive and lifelike.

hiss--

The old slave couldn't help but feel a little interested, and touched the fan with his calloused hand.

"The refining method is a little immature, but it has already begun to take shape, and it is like a Luoshushan river fan of the ground level. Who is not long-eyed, throwing such a fan out."

The old slave was a little dissatisfied.

Just as he was about to put away the fan, the old slave's eyelids twitched heavily.

He saw a small bag beside the fan.

When he saw the bag, the turbid eyes of the old slave suddenly became clear.

"The bag of life, is it really the bag of life?"

The old slave's wrinkled face glowed with an unprecedented vitality.

Excitedly, he flipped through the next two boxes.

I saw a name called 'Long Bao' and a name called 'Black Moon'.

These two names, the old slave has never heard of it, there is only one possibility, or both of them use pseudonyms.

"Haha, I can't think of it, I've been looking for so many years, but I haven't found anyone who can inherit my mantle. I can't think that I've met two people at once this year. This time, the 'No. 1 forging in the world' really made the old man look forward to it. "The old slave laughed and saw that he flicked his sleeves, and the Shanhe Fan and Qiankun Bag were put into his sleeves by him.