"Oh, isn't it?" Mo Yuan raised his eyebrows, and then turned around, saying, "Could it be that the three artifacts refined by the Xuanyuan clan came from here?"

"Of course!" When Xuanyuan Meng said of the three artifacts, his eyes were full of pride.

Not only her, the three artifacts are the pride of the entire Xuanyuan clan!

"Our Xuanyuan clan's three artifacts were refined by the first generation of saints, and no one can surpass it so far."

"Awesome!" Mo Yuan pretended to be shocked, then lowered his voice and asked tentatively, "Is it possible that after so long, Xuanyuan can't surpass it?"

Xuanyuanmeng was startled slightly, frowned, as if lost in thought.

"I heard Mr. Ruo say that your Xuanyuan clan invited him over to study and refine magic weapons that surpass the three divine tools." Mo Yuan's eyes shrank, and he asked again.

"You know?" Xuanyuan Meng raised his eyebrows, but became vigilant.

"I also heard some accidentally." Mo Yuan calmly looked at the tall tower and said: "Ah, we bodyguards, it is estimated that we will not be able to obtain a powerful magic weapon in this life."

Xuanyuanmeng couldn't find a trace of doubt from Mo Yuan's face, and then eased down, saying, "Actually, it's not impossible."

"Really?" Mo Yuan's eyes lit up and he looked at Xuanyuan Meng in surprise.

This reaction fell in Xuanyuanmeng's eyes, as if a big fish had been hooked. "Of course, I am the saint's maid, as long as I speak, I can get a powerful magic weapon from the saint."

"What you mean is that you can give me magic weapons." In Mo Yuan's eyes, a trace of greed flashed, and this reaction was very real.

"Of course." Xuanyuan Meng squinted his eyes, and suddenly moved closer to Mo Yuan, raising his hand to caress the generous chest.

However, Mo Yuan quickly avoided.

"Miss Meng, let's go forward." Mo Yuan smiled and said naturally.

Xuanyuanmeng gritted his teeth with a look of resentment, hum, I just see when you can pretend to be? In this world, there is not a bad man.

"Miss Meng, where is it?" At this moment, Mo Yuan pointed to a closely guarded building in front of him, and asked suspiciously.

Upon seeing this building, Xuanyuanmeng's expression became a little unnatural. "This is where the Xuanyuan clan imprisoned the traitor and committed the crime."

"That's it." Mo Yuan had already determined that Xiaoman's mother might be locked here.

It's just that the guards here are tight, and if you want to save people quietly, I'm afraid it's impossible.

Especially, he felt a powerful deterrent from this place. This means that there is a very powerful person hidden in this building.

"Those who can be locked up by the Xuanyuan Clan should be very powerful, right?" Mo Yuan's eyes burned with a raging war intent, and this war intent also attracted Xuanyuan Meng's attention. "I really want to meet these people."

"I advise you not to have this idea." Xuanyuan Meng frowned, and persuaded: "With your strength, you probably won't even be able to enter the first floor."

"Let's put it this way. This cage is divided into eighteen layers, and will be held according to the strength of the person being held. The stronger the person, the lower the bottom."

Mo Yuan seemed to be interested, and couldn't help asking: "So...who is locked up on the 18th floor?"

Xuanyuanmeng opened his mouth, and stopped talking.