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Qinling Mountains, Prison Dragon Village.

"Boss! It's not good! Those holy masters insist on leaving the camp and are about to fight with our brothers guarding the gate!"

Zi Mo put down the Mo family's mechanical bird that was fiddling with in his hand, picked up the straight knife on the table, nodded to the subordinate who rushed into the door, and said:

"I understand, go and have a look!"

When Zi Mo followed his anxious hands to the gate of the village, two groups of people were confronting each other.

There were few people on one side, each of whom had a robe and a ground, holding a staff, but at this time he was completely devoid of the pretentious reserve of pretending to be noble in the daytime. He was glaring at the people standing in front of him, looking anxious.

The number of people blocking their way was obviously several times higher than that of them. They were wearing coarse cloth, with swords and swords in their hands, and several were holding muskets.

Zi Mo knew at a glance that it was obviously impossible to fight. He pulled his subordinates around him and asked, "What's going on?"

"They said that there was a player in the group of people in the mountains who had an unbound artifact in his hand. He wanted to go, um, and investigate, but you said you had asked us to stare at them and not let them run around, so..." the subordinate explained.

"A magical artifact? Still exploring?" Zimo sneered and asked again: "Would they say that it is an unlucky person?"

"It's the female player who frozen the mountain torrent with one arrow. It is said that her bow was made of the Moon Spirit Tree. I also heard them say when they quarrel."

"So it was her?" Zimo was still very impressed by Niannian. Her power of arrow was really amazing. He couldn't help but want to recruit him, thinking about how to start.

As soon as Zi Mo approached the confrontation, he saw Simir standing on the side and watching coldly. He greeted the stern-looking holy master with interest:

"Oh, Master Lak, I heard you discovered a magical weapon. Are you planning to explode the little girl?"

His voice was not small, and it naturally came into the ears of both sides of the confrontation. The contempt in it caused the brothers in the village to laugh at him disdainfully:

"There are many worlds that people have seen, and I smelled the magical artifact before I saw it!"

"Haha, that's right, I just don't know how to divide this magic weapon if you exploded. Do you want to cut it?"

"I heard it's a bow. Do you have to change careers and become a 'shot' player?"

"What do you know!" One of the Holy Masters roared with a red face, "This is you don't understand its value!"

"Then please explain it to us, Master Hazel?"

Hazel hesitated, but another person beside him said to Zimo with a little calmness: "President Zimo, I'm sorry to have a dispute with your people, but that bow is indeed a magical artifact for our Holy Master, because its material is likely to be the rare Moon Spirit Wood on our side. Any Holy Master can exchange his entire wealth for even a piece of Moon Spirit Wood with a finger length."

Zi Mo stared at Amb, smiling friendly, and said, "You are more suitable to tell the truth now."

"You!" Amb's face was a little distorted, and he continued unwillingly, "The player's skill level and effect in the game are limited, but the magic effect increase brought by the material of Yueling Wood can permanently break through the numerical limit of the level upper limit, and there is no cap on it! So for us, it is a treasure that is priceless!"

He pointed out the word "we" heavily, reminding him that this thing is useless to others. He hopes that Zimo will be more tactful and not deliberately obstruct them.

Zimo did not go to see him, but looked at Simire not far away and asked, "What do you say? You are planning to kill people and explode equipment?"

Simire smiled contemptuously and said, "It's just a small piece of moon spirit wood. No magical artifact can be called, and it can attract some guys with low vision."

"Lak!" Seeing that Simere was so disrespectful, his companions shifted their hatred targets one after another, but soon a ecstasy mixed with greed and shock rolled up on their faces.

"That's all called magical artifacts, what's my point?"

Simire held a small notebook with two fingers, shook it at his companions like a shaking rag, revealing the paper covered with silver patterns with a "slam".

"This is..." Someone looked at them in disbelief and then turned his eyes to Simir, who was on the high side. The smile on his face seemed to be mocking them before the excitement was nothing more than ignorance.

"Why are you-!" Amb's voice stopped abruptly, and he asked Simeer in another language as if he had remembered something.

Not only did they turn off simultaneous interpretation, but they also deliberately did not use more popular English. It seems that this small book has a very large origin. Can it make them more moved than that bow?

Zimo glanced at the holy mages who were besieging Simier, and then turned his eyes to the "artifact" in Simier's hand.

Zimo's position was closer to Simeer, and was behind him. He was clearly seeing the small notebook and the two lines of words engraved on the leather cover.

The line above is obviously the name of Simire, but Zimo used in the line below can't understand it.

However, Zimo's intuition told him that the line below was also a person's name, the name of another person.

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After all, we didn’t really come to travel around the mountains and rivers. When the skylight was exposed in the east, we were ready to go. After cleaning up the traces of their stay last night with the reminder of that year, we looked at every year who was communicating with the trees.

Every Nian's expression was a little strange, as if he had obtained some amazing information, but he was not sure about it.

After several minutes, Niannian moved his hand away from the big tree beside him, and looked at the people who looked at the questioning face and said in confusion:
Chapter completed!