Xu Yunfan leaned back to zoom in and saw a girl over two meters tall with bulging muscles. Even though she was wearing loose clothing, the bulging veins under her clothes were still clearly visible due to the tautness of her muscles.
The tension was almost palpable.
Why are you so nervous?
Xu Yunfan was puzzled, but nodded as a greeting.
Yan Yuwei watched Xu Yunfan brush past her and felt relieved. It seemed he wasn't there to cause her trouble. After all, she was always gossiping about others behind his back, so she was naturally nervous now that the person in question was right in front of her.
Before she could catch her breath, Xu Yunfan's nostrils twitched slightly. This girl had a smell of forging iron sand mixed with red copper powder, which was the unique body-tempering fragrance of the true disciples of the Melting Gold Hall.
Having frequented the Sutra Repository, he had encountered many disciples of the Melting Gold Hall and was naturally quite familiar with them.
He suddenly stopped in his tracks, realizing that the burly girl in front of him seemed to be Yan Yuwei, the head disciple of the Melting Gold Hall.
Xu Yunfan turned around, and suddenly a hand landed on her shoulder.
"scare!!"
Yan Yuwei's scalp tingled, and two fleshy mounds suddenly bulged out from her shoulder blades. Her loose disciple robe was bulging with blood and qi, and her fleshy, bulging muscles rippled out like a tight-fitting garment.
I'm going to die! ...
Feeling her muscles trembling, while the other person's hand remained completely still, showing no sign of movement whatsoever, Yan Yuwei felt almost desperate.
With that shrug and elbow strike, he had once snapped an elm tree in two.
Now, this force, when it surged forth, was like a mud ox entering the sea, without even causing a ripple.
Inside the Heavenly Craft Cave, it is forbidden for fellow disciples to kill each other. You won't die, at most you'll get a beating, so what's there to be afraid of!
Yan Yuwei steeled her heart and heard Xu Yunfan's deliberately strained voice.
"Senior Sister Yan?"
Yan Yuwei turned her head, forcing a smile that looked even uglier than a grimace.
"Junior Sister, you can just call me Junior Sister. Is there anything I can help you with, Senior Brother Xu?"
Xu Yunfan smiled slightly, not bothering to argue about the form of address.
"Has Junior Sister Yan ever tried the Drunken Immortal Fish at Cuibo Tower?"
As he turned around, he deliberately crushed three blue bricks with his feet. The brick dust gathered in the autumn wind to form a small blue dragon.
"I heard that the rainbow trout that come back to life in autumn have tail patterns that are three times finer than the thousand-forged steel of the Melting Gold Hall, and they taste extremely good."
Seeing the force with which Xu Yunfan's feet struck, Yan Yuwei's pupils dilated slightly, and the lump on her shoulder relaxed.
"Yes, I've heard of it."
Xu Yunfan was delighted to hear this and said, "That's great! Master said that we, the nine peaks and six departments of Tiangong Cave, are like brothers and sisters, so we should naturally get closer. I've been busy with my training most of the time and haven't been able to visit each other. It's a rare opportunity to meet you today. Come on, let me invite you to Cuibo Tower for a taste, so we can strengthen our bond."
Yan Yuwei was stunned at first, then an expression of disbelief appeared on her face.
"Haha, Senior Brother Xu is joking."
Her throat bobbed like iron pellets falling into a bag, and she managed to squeeze out a few words.
"Recently, my master went underground to search for a rare piece of precious iron. I need to guard the smelting furnace for him these days, otherwise it will affect the chain steel and slow down the progress of the weapon forging hall. As you know, my senior brother, when the armory opened some time ago, not only did the major sects in Cangzhou (Azure Prefecture} send orders, but sects from other states in Yanbei Road also sent deposits, so..."
"To tend the furnace?"
Xu Yunfan suddenly pointed his fingers like a sword and slashed across the stone pillar beside him. Seven spiral patterns appeared on the pillar in response.
This was the Seven Stars Circling Stone Hand Seal of the Melting Gold and Forging Iron Technique. In essence, it was to dig out a rare ore from the rock layer without damaging it.
The "Golden Melting Hall" is known for its "soft touch," which, when pressed against a person's body, can penetrate the brain as easily as poking tofu.
This scene shocked Yan Yuwei. She never expected that Xu Yunfan would also be proficient in the skills of the Melting Gold Hall.
Yan Yuwei's neck hairs stood on end. She could clearly see that Xu Yunfan had not practiced the Melting Gold and Forging Iron Technique; he was simply relying on his finger strength, following the gentle force of his fingers to create the effect.
This is a blatant threat!
Xu Yunfan withdrew his finger, smiling broadly. "Don't worry, Junior Sister Yan, I can still say a few words in the Weapon Forging Hall. This matter won't delay. Come on, come on, Junior Sister, please don't refuse. This is the first time I've ever treated a woman to a meal."
Xu Yunfan was also helpless. He hadn't seen any of the top disciples of the nine peaks and six departments of Tiangong Cave since the True Inheritance Ceremony; they were clearly avoiding him.
If you don't put some pressure on them, they definitely won't agree.
Yan Yuwei wanted to refuse, but when she met Xu Yunfan's deep, smiling, and eager gaze, she opened her mouth and stammered, "Then, junior sister... would be impolite to refuse."
Xu Yunfan's face immediately lit up with a smile.
"That's great! There's still plenty of time today, let's go now."
"Ah, now?"
"What's wrong?"
"Yes, right now is fine too."
Urged by Xu Yunfan, Yan Yuwei reluctantly took two scaled horses from the mountain gate and set off from Tiangong City towards Cuibo City, the capital of the prefecture.
Zhuque Bridge, Yanyu Tower.
Mo Shisan fiddled with a piece of armor on the table, turning the wrench in his hand, causing sparks to fly from the friction, while he talked non-stop, having a heated discussion with the chief apprentice of the Heavenly Crafts Department about how the core furnace of the humanoid mechanical armor transmits power.
The dragon scale tenon he was adjusting suddenly jammed in mid-air, and two figures that he was extremely familiar with flashed past the window, yet could never be together.
"Brother Mo said that this crouching tiger-style air valve should be embedded in the Tanzhong acupoint?"
The chief apprentice of the Heavenly Crafts Department picked up the buzzing bronze furnace from the puppet's chest cavity and suddenly noticed that the quenching oil in the puppet's hand was dripping onto his boots.
"Hey! Your oil can. What are you looking at?!"
The chief disciple of the Heavenly Crafts Department looked in that direction and saw Yan Yuwei's taut back muscles as she rode her horse, stretching her disciple robe, sewn from heavenly silk, taut.
He subconsciously glanced at the figure beside Yan Yuwei, and his relaxed expression suddenly froze.
The bronze furnace in his hand suddenly cracked open with a "crack," as he had unconsciously used the power of the Camel Mountain Force.
The two stopped talking abruptly, staring blankly at the two figures rapidly disappearing into the distance outside the window.
Xu Yunfan carried a fine steel box on his back, never leaving it, so it was easily recognizable.
"Brother Mo, have you figured out the key point?"
After a while, the chief disciple of the Heavenly Crafts Department murmured a question.
"No, that's not it..."
Mo Shisan shook his head, rubbed his eyes, and confirmed again, "I just felt like I saw a ghost."
"So, Xu Yunfan, I didn't expect him to like this type..."
The chief apprentice of the Heavenly Crafts Department pinched his chin.
"Indeed, extraordinary people do extraordinary things; I am completely convinced."
Mo Shisan: "..."
Before long, Xu Yunfan and Yan Yuwei left Tiangong City together. Both were martial artists with considerable strength, and they rode their horses at full speed towards Cuibo City, the capital of the prefecture.
On the outskirts of a town that had spontaneously formed near Tiangong City, a pair of eyes, gleaming with an inexplicable light, quietly watched the retreating figures of the two people.