Lu Qing looked at the rabbit head wearing sunglasses in front of him, frowned and said in disgust, "Where did this Half-Demon come from?"
Lin Qingyang shook his fan and said, "Myriad Spirits Sect Outer Sect Disciple, Tusi Rui."
Lu Qing's complexion has not improved. Although Immortal Sects is not as hostile to Half-Demon as Demon Clan, they still despise it, especially Divine Sword Mountain, who is already traditional and old-fashioned.
Lu Ming, who was standing next to him, snorted and said, "Myriad Spirits Sect is getting more and more outrageous, and he's trying to do anything."
"Divine Sword Mountain can raise rubbish, why is it strange that Myriad Spirits Sect recruits me?" Lin Qingyang said leisurely.
"You... who are you calling a waste!" Lu Ming reacted and shouted angrily.
"Okay! What does the noise look like!" Lu Qing said in a deep voice, then looked sharply at Lin Qingyang and asked, "Why do you say it's not him!"
Tie Feng also stared at him with red eyes.
Lin Qingyang glanced at the crowd and said, "As you are looking at the corpse, haven't you noticed that there is something missing from this Asura Battlefield?"
Tie Feng was stunned for a moment, and everyone subconsciously turned their heads and looked around after hearing this.
After a moment, Mo Yan's eyes flashed, and he said solemnly, "It's a weapon."
Only then did everyone realize that Red Refining Sect, as the number one weapon refining sect in the world, could not see a single weapon among the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
"The most indispensable thing in the Red Refining Sect is weapons. Now everyone has been killed. After such a brutal fight, there is not even a broken sword. Could it be that after Cang Mo killed everyone, he also picked up all the scraps and scraps at the scene?" Lin Qingyang said.
Everyone was speechless for a moment, then Elder Chen nodded in thought and said, "It makes sense, this is indeed strange."
Lu Ming snorted coldly and said, "Maybe those beasts just like picking up rags."
Lin Qingyang glanced at him sideways. "If you don't know anything, stop talking!"
"What did you say!" Lu Ming stared at him.
"Demon Clan Territory is rich in minerals, and many of the raw materials of the Red Refining Sect are produced in the Demon Clan. People don't lack these."
Lu Ming was so stunned that he was speechless for a moment. After thinking about it, he said unwillingly, "Then how do you explain this Demonic Qi?"
"He is not the only demon in this world, not to mention that those who have Demonic Qi are not necessarily demons." Lin Qingyang said.
"That makes sense." Elder Chen nodded again.
Lin Qingyang looked at him speechlessly. "Is this all you can say?"
"That's enough!" Lu Qing interrupted coldly, "Red Refining Sect suffered such a disaster, but you Myriad Spirits Sect are here to excuse Demon Clan. What are your intentions?"
Lin Qingyang raised his eyes to look at him and sneered, "There are obvious doubts about the case, but Divine Sword Mountain is unwilling to investigate in detail and insists that it was Demon Clan. What's the intention?"
Lu Qing frowned and stared at him with an ugly face. Lin Qingyang looked at him calmly, his aura not weak at all.
"Who do you think you are? A bastard who is neither human nor evil. You are making irresponsible remarks to Divine Sword Mountain!" Lu Ming took the opportunity and cursed.
"Who do you think you are!" Feng Shu blurted out. After saying that, he felt a little strange. Lu Ming scolded the rabbit head, why was he so excited?
Lu Ming glared at Feng Shu and sneered, "After all, aren't you just afraid of offending Demon Clan! You Nine Skies Sect have been entangled with the Demon Clan since Lin Qingyang! They have all been wiped out and you don't have a long memory!"
As soon as these words came out, Mo Yan's face darkened.
Feng Shu was so angry that he cursed, "You Divine Sword Mountain are a group of defeated generals, so what qualifications do you have to shout here!"
Now Lu Qing also had a serious look on his face.
"Bah! It was you who cheated in the first place!" Lu Ming cursed angrily.
"Why, if you can't afford to lose, you will just bark afterward?" Feng Shu choked.
Lu Ming's face turned red with anger, he raised his hand and struck Feng Shu with Spiritual Power, but was struck back by a lightning strike from Lei Cheng next to him.
When Feng Shu saw him taking action, he quickly pulled out his sword. Lu Ming was not willing to be outdone and pulled out his sword. Now the disciples on both sides also showed their weapons and got into a stance, making a lot of noise.
"That's enough!" Lu Qing shouted, glaring at Lu Ming, "They all put away their swords! What does it look like!"
Mo Yan also glanced at Feng Shu and Lei Cheng, and then both sides became quiet, reluctantly sheathed their swords, and still stared at each other reluctantly.
"Young people are very angry. Fortunately, I don't work at the Immortal Alliance." Lin Qingyang muttered in a low voice. Mo Yan glanced at him speechlessly.
At this time, I saw a Divine Sword Mountain disciple running over in a panic and said, "Lu Peak Master, something happened at the foundry!"
Everyone passed through the mountain of corpses and sea of blood in the vestibule and came to a huge open valley, which was Red Refining Sect's weapons forging ground - Ten Thousand Weapons Workshop.
Different from the architectural style of the vestibule, this place is more like a huge hollowed-out mountain, with several thick black iron chains running across the sky, hanging huge furnaces. Below is the dark red magma drawn from deep underground, rushing like a river in a special black stone ditch, exuding a suffocating high temperature and sulfur smell.
What was supposed to be a bustling scene with clanging bells and flames soaring into the sky was now eerily silent. Most of the dozens of huge refining furnaces had been extinguished, leaving only the residual warmth. Several huge hydraulic bellows were violently destroyed, and sawdust and Iron Shards were scattered on the ground. On the ground lay the corpses of many swordsmiths wearing rough cloth. The bodies were also broken into pieces, and many were submerged in the molten iron that had not yet solidified.
In the middle of Ten Thousand Weapons Workshop, the corpses of two Divine Sword Mountain disciples fell in the middle. The corpses were cut in half, and the blood covered the dried black blood. Lu Qing walked forward and looked at the corpses on the ground with an angry expression.
"The two junior brothers came here to collect the bodies, but they didn't come out for a long time. When we came in and took a look..." the disciple who had just reported the news said with a sad face.
"Both of their weapons are gone." Lin Qingyang frowned.
The swords carried by the two disciples were missing, and everyone around them looked around with caution.
"The murderer is still in the Red Refining Sect. Let the disciples gather together first to avoid further trouble." Mo Yan stepped forward and said.
Lu Qing looked at the disciple behind him calmly, and the disciple followed the order and went out. Lei Cheng also went out to summon the disciples of the Myriad Spirits Sect.
"Others search this place." Lu Qing ordered, and the disciples surrounding him formed a team to search.
Lin Qingyang looked around, and there was no weapon in sight in the entire Ten Thousand Weapons Workshop. A burst of Demonic Qi suddenly came from not far away. Lin Qingyang looked at the source. Deep in the foundry, where the earth's fire was the strongest, there was a fully enclosed black stone chamber built in the air. Most of the stone walls were broken.
Lin Qingyang walked over, and Mo Yan saw what was happening and hurriedly followed. As soon as they got closer, they felt a burning heat wave. In the center of the collapsed and chaotic stone chamber, there was a ferocious three-headed dragon mouth cauldron. Earthly fire spurted out from the dragon's mouth, still burning the body of the cauldron.
"This should be Master Tie's refining room." Mo Yan said.
Lin Qingyang walked in with his mouth and nose covered, and glanced around. There were dense sketches scattered around. Most of them were damaged or burned, and nothing could be seen. In front of the dragon cauldron, the pure black sword-making platform was split in half from the middle, and the fracture was smooth and flat.
"This sword-making platform is said to be passed down from the Red Refining Sect's ancestors. It has been said to be indestructible for hundreds of years, but it can be chopped into pieces like this." Mo Yan frowned.
Lin Qingyang walked forward and looked at the sword quenching pool next to the dragon tripod. The water in the pool had dried up, leaving only a thick layer of dark red sediment at the bottom, emitting a strong Demonic Qi and fishy smell.
Lin Qingyang frowned and thought, turned around and saw Tie Feng standing at the door, staring at the sword-making platform with red eyes.
At this time, a disciple suddenly shouted from outside, "There is something moving here!"