The brocade robe suddenly changed color in middle age!

The woman in yellow also changed color!

Mr. Li is the elder of Zhuxian Pavilion here, but he is so polite to Mu Lin!

Obviously recognize it!

Moreover, judging from this picture, Mu Lin’s identity is probably extremely high!

Mu Bei's eyes also moved slightly.

"Old Li, right? The management of Zhuxian Pavilion here is simply messy!"

Mu Lin said coldly.

Mr. Li bowed and said that he was. Although Mu Lin had a strong attitude, he did not dare to have any objection.

He had already received news that the granddaughter of a great figure in the Qi Sect would come here to Zhuxian Pavilion as the pavilion master.

It is the one in front of you!

He can't afford to offend him!

"There will be rectification in the future! There will be rectification!"

He said politely.

"Remediation is a must, from now on!" Mu Lin looked at the middle-aged woman in brocade robe and the woman in yellow: "From this moment, you have nothing to do with Zhuxian Pavilion, go immediately!"

The middle-aged man in Jinpao changed his face: "You...you can't do this!"

Zhuxian Pavilion is related to the Qishi Sect and has a profound foundation. It took him more than ten years to reach the position of deacon. Many people are very polite to him because of this, making him prosperous over the years. Once he loses this identity, many benefits will be gone!

This is equivalent to directly killing him from heaven to hell.

"Why do you do this?! You don't have the right!"

The woman in yellow was also anxious.

Over the years, she has been arrogant and arrogant because her uncle is a deacon in Zhuxian Pavilion and offended many times. Once she is expelled from Zhuxian Pavilion, the ending will definitely be very miserable!

Mu Lin looked at her with strong eyes: "You dare to say another word and kill it on the spot!"

The woman in yellow shivered and immediately showed a fearful expression. She wanted to argue but didn't dare.

Even her uncle is no match for Mu Lin!

The middle-aged man in Jinpao looked at Mr. Li: "Old Li, I have been in Zhuxian Pavilion for twenty years. I have worked hard without any credit, and I have only this little thing..."

Mr. Li interrupted him: "Okay, let's go. In the past two years, there are not three hundred guests complaining about your niece, and there are two hundred. The pavilion will not punish her because you have worked for Zhuxian Pavilion for twenty years. She has done too much until now!"

The middle-aged man in Jinpao said anxiously: "Mr. Li, you will give me a last chance! I swear, I will definitely..."

"Walk!"

Mr. Li's face was slightly dark.

The middle-aged man in brocade trembled, his face suddenly became decadent, and he staggered outside the Zhuxian Pavilion, knowing that he had no chance.

If you continue to argue, not only will the deacon not be able to get his position back, but you may even have to lose your life here.

The woman in yellow had a pale complexion, her body was shaking, and she fell to the ground with her butt.

It's over!

It's completely finished!

“Drag out.”

Li Laodao.

A martial guard stepped forward and dragged the woman in yellow out of the casting fairy pavilion.

Mu Bei looked at Mu Lin and smiled and said, "Thank you for helping me."

"If you are not there, Mr. Mu, it is because I have a problem with the service of the Immortal Pavilion. I should apologize to the master for this matter!"

Mu Lin looked serious and looked at Mu Bei's form, asking Veteran Li to return 70,000 star coins to Mu Bei, and the refining room was free for Mu Bei.

“No need to be.”

In Mubei Province, 70,000 star coins are nothing to him.

Mu Lin saw what Mu Bei was thinking and said, "This is not a problem of money. There is a serious mistake in Zhuxian Pavilion for hospitality, so it should be given up!"

Mu Bei smiled and said that this girl had a good style of acting.

He had a brief talk with Mu Lin, and then walked to the refining room.

As soon as he left, the Qingfeng sword turned into a ray of light and penetrated into his ring.

I didn't even look at Pang Tong in the whole process.

It was not until this time that Pang Tong breathed a sigh of relief.

Just now, Qingfeng's sword was pointed at his forehead, and he didn't dare to say a word, for fear that Mu Bei would really penetrate his head with one sword.

Then he will die!

He stared at Mu Bei's back and clenched his hands.

Frustrated!

shame!

He is the direct descendant of the Pang family. He has never suffered such anger in this ancient city!

"Walk!"

He gritted his teeth and asked his followers to leave, not wanting to stay here for a moment.

Mu Bei had entered the refining room at this time.

The refining room is about eighty square meters, with a refining furnace in the center, followed by various casting tools.

He closed the door, came to the refining furnace, and took out the Red Blood Phoenix Gold and threw it into it.

The refining technique is divided into five steps: melting, removing impurities, shaping, hammering, and molding. The first step is to melt the refining material.

Taking a deep breath, he formed seals with his hands, and used his divine power to evolve golden flames, and combined with this weapon refining furnace to melt the Red Blood Phoenix Gold.

Scream! Scream! Scream!

Under the golden flame, the red blood phoenix gold slowly melted.

"It's possible!"

His eyes were radiant.

Red Blood Phoenix Gold is a holy material for forging magical weapons. Generally, flames cannot melt them, and at least they must be special divine fire.

He did not control the divine fire, but the divine power was mixed with the source power attribute of the source of the Tao of Fire, and the flame evolved from the divine power was not weak with the divine fire!

This was what the woman in white told him before, and the artifact refining technique he was studying was also taught by the woman in white.

...

Outside the Zhuxian Pavilion.

On the street.

Pang Tong walked back with an ugly expression.

"What's wrong that Brother Pang is so unhappy?"

A young man in silver walked towards him, followed by two martial servants.

Pang Tong hurriedly met him, and his posture was very low: "Mr. Xiao!"

The young man in silver nodded and said, "Tell me, why are you unhappy? But someone has offended you?"

Pang Tong wanted to speak but stopped.

His entourage stood up: "Young Master Xiaoan, that's it..."

The minion comes quickly.

"So that's it." Xiao An said: "Let's go, teach him a lesson!"

"Mr. Xiao, he is related to that woman, and that woman seems unusual. Even Mr. Li is very polite to her, so let's forget it."

Pang Tong naturally wanted to take revenge on Mu Bei, but he was a little worried.

"Extraordinary? How can it be extraordinary? My father is the deputy head of Zhuxian Pavilion and the acting position of the chief of the pavilion. Can she still compete with my father?"

"Who doesn't know that you, Pang Tong, followed me in Xiao'an, in this ancient city? He bullies you, just bullies me! He is slapping me in the face!"

"Walk!"

Xiaoan snorted coldly and walked towards Zhuxian Pavilion first.

...

Refining room.
To be continued...