Chapter 872

Three well-equipped Shaman Hunters covered in black-red karmic energy walked into the courtyard, and the snake-headed Shaman Hunter in the lead flicked his long tongue, tasted the smell around him, and said: "Great Wild Craft God?"

His gaze swept over Hunter Three-One and True Steel one after another, and then he heard a voice from below: "Yes, it is this Strong Shaman."

This Shaman, who stood a full zhang and five tall, lowered his head and used a pair of somewhat peculiar eyes to look hard for a while before discovering the ugly little Shaman who only reached his waist.

This Shaman was both thin and small, and motionless, so he was missed by the snake-headed Great Shaman.

"You are the Great Wild Craft God? So thin, how long have you not eaten your fill?" The Shamans on the left and right also had murderous looks, staring at Wei Yuan.

Wei Yuan's face sank: "My name, it all depends on strength!"

At this time, Hunter Three-One finally remembered something and said in a choked voice: "Hunter Nine?"

Before the snake-headed Great Shaman could speak, the Shaman on the left scolded: "Is 'Hunter Nine' something you can call?"

Hunter Three-One also recognized this Shaman; Hunter Two-Seven and Hunter Three-Five had always followed Hunter Nine as deputies. The three Shamans specifically hunted powerful felons and sometimes accepted performance orders to kill other Shaman Hunters.

Hunter Nine reached out to stop the quarrel and said to Wei Yuan: "Can you forge Wild Steel?"

Wei Yuan directly took out an arrowhead and put it on the table, saying: "If I can't make Wild Steel, then what kind of Craft God am I?"

Hunter Two-Seven went over and picked up the arrowhead, then let out a low cry: "Good quality! Worth at least a hundred, no, a hundred and twenty catties of Wild Iron!"

"Let me see."

Hunter Nine took the arrowhead, kept shaking it back and forth in front of his eyes, and then said: "Good stuff! But is this the only one?"

"I've only been here for one day; I just forged this one."

Hunter Nine looked at Wei Yuan with one eye and asked: "Is there any better goods?"

Wei Yuan felt that it was not yet the time to take out that Great Wild Divine Iron, so he shook his head: "Too little time, too late."

Hunter Nine pondered for a moment, looked at that Wild Steel arrowhead again, and then turned back and said: "Bring that thing over. Clear the field."

Hunter Two-Seven hesitated for a moment before taking out a small box and sending it over, while Hunter Three-Five directly drove the Shamans watching the fun in the courtyard out, and then carefully closed the courtyard door.

Hunter Nine said: "We have accepted a death mission and urgently need a powerful magic weapon to save our lives. Can you see if you can use this thing to make us another one?"

Wei Yuan took the box, and then Hunter Nine passed a formula, saying: "You must use this battle roar to seal the surroundings first, otherwise the things inside might escape."

Wei Yuan only listened once, tried his voice twice, and accurately issued the special battle roar. An invisible barrier immediately shrouded the box, and then he opened the lid, seeing a red-in-black gas vortex floating inside, like a palm-sized tornado.

At first glance, it felt like karmic energy, and at second glance, it looked like some kind of special luck. In a state of uncertainty, Wei Yuan's face showed shock, looking at Hunter Nine with an expression of 'how could you get such a thing'.

Hunter Nine stared at Wei Yuan and said: "This was accidentally picked up by us from a corpse; the nature is very rare, but it is still sacrificial power. Can it be used?"

Wei Yuan compared this gas vortex with the sacrificial power in his memory. Wei Yuan had not only been in contact with sacrificial power in the past but had also personally destroyed altars. In terms of familiarity with sacrificial power, I'm afraid even that long Shaman in the shop that replenishes sacrificial power couldn't compare to Wei Yuan.

Wei Yuan said: "This sacrificial power hasn't been preserved well at all; it has left the altar for too long! This is what it looks like when too many impurities are mixed in, not that the nature is special."

Hunter Nine's momentum instantly dropped by a large margin, becoming much more respectful, and said: "As expected of a master! But in this entire area, I'm afraid this is the only ownerless sacrificial power that can be found."

Wei Yuan pondered: "It can indeed make something, but it has too many impurities, so I can't say what the final quality will be."

Hunter Nine gritted his teeth and said: "I can accept any result; please take action!"

Hunter Two-Seven and Three-Five were both staring at Wei Yuan, with murderous looks in their eyes.

Wei Yuan put the box aside, then came to Hunter Two-Seven, patted him on the stomach, and said: "Don't speak loudly in my courtyard in the future!"

Hunter Two-Seven was stunned, and before he could speak, a huge force suddenly came, as if kicked by a war beast, flying out of the courtyard like a cannonball, shattering the entire courtyard wall.

After slapping Hunter Two-Seven away, Wei Yuan said: "A fly, also looking at me with that kind of look."

The faces of Hunter Nine and Hunter Three-Five all changed, and exclamations sounded outside the courtyard. Hunter Nine's eyes were complex; he couldn't even slap Hunter Two-Seven away cleanly, could it be that this thin and small ugly Shaman's strength was still above his own?

Bathing in the shocked eyes of the crowd of Shamans, like soaking in a hot spring, Wei Yuan was very satisfied. The only flaw was that Hunter Two-Seven was also nearly a zhang tall, and he couldn't reach his chest, only his stomach, so his heroic posture wasn't dashing enough.

Wei Yuan picked up the box and said to Hunter Nine: "Think clearly, in case it's ruined, you can only accept it."

Hunter Nine thought of that death mission, gritted his teeth, and said: "I... accept!"