Three: Iron Will, immune to the cost of losing fighting spirit of the Purple Thunder Shield.

The restriction on the use of the suit is that it can only be worn for five minutes at a time. If it exceeds five minutes, the effect of the suit will be automatically released. There is no backlash and it is rare and gentle.

After Zhang Yuanqing experienced the effect of the suit, his breathing suddenly became rapid.

Items that can defeat a level 7 Overlord have a single attack, only thunderstorm cannon and melee combat, but within five minutes of wearing it, a Level 7 Overlord cannot even think of killing him.

It is equivalent to a weakened version of the "Five Elements Power" experience card that can be used repeatedly.

"It's a pity that this suit can no longer be upgraded. Well, contentment is always happiness, contentment is always happiness"

Zhang Yuanqing touched the suit effect, put away the three props, and left the room.

The moment he held the door handle, he turned his head and glanced at the Hundred Refining Furnace standing quietly.

I never want to touch it again, if I touch it again I will be a dog, he swore secretly in his heart.

"Crack!"

He turned the door handle and saw a boss lady wearing a black leather jacket and black breasts standing outside the door.

Lian Sanyue had a dark face, held a lady's cigarette between his fingertips, gritted his teeth and said, "You kid, you came to the store again to pick up some leaks."

As a weapon refiner, she smelled the Purple Thunder Hammer from the smell of the item when it came out of the furnace, thus confirming the identity of Yuanshi Tianzun.

"Thank you, boss lady, thank you boss lady!" Zhang Yuanqing said coquettishly: "I made a dominator-level rule-type item."

Lian Sanyue's face turned darker.

Watching others refine the best items is more uncomfortable than losing one of the best items yourself.

"Pay up and get out!" Lian Sanyue said angrily.

Zhang Yuanqing took out Little Red Riding Hood with a smile on his face and counted out five stacks of US dollars and one hundred thousand dollars each. "No need to look for it, any more can be used as a tip." He was in a very good mood.

Lian Sanyue couldn't hold back and asked: "How many pieces of dominator-level materials did you spend?"

She didn't mention props, because props that dominate quality are rare in number, and none of the ten elders at the headquarters are so luxurious.

"Ten pieces"!"

"Ten things." The corner of Lian Sanyue's mouth twitched, "You kid suddenly became rich. Did you become the Marshal's sweetheart, or was he attracted by the Palace Master of Water God Palace?"

"Nonsense, I earned it all by myself." Zhang Yuanqing looked back at the stove, "Actually, the success rate of this thing is 100%. As long as enough materials are prepared, why don't the Five Elements Alliance and the Zhao family use it to refine props?"

Lian Sanyue sneered: "How many materials have been put into your props from saint to master, how many props are there, how much are they worth? Peak masters don't like them, ordinary masters can't afford to refine them."

"Besides, I have set a rule for myself. The Hundred Refining Furnace will not do the business of the masters."

"Why?" Zhang Yuanqing was puzzled.

"Afraid of being beaten to death."

This wretched stove really has a first-class mentality. Zhang Yuanqing thought about his mentality of wanting to kill her just now to vent his anger, and he deeply agreed: "Boss lady, your business is still very stable."

In the apartment building in Crab City, the good minister chose the master and turned off the lights and went to bed. He sat on the bedside and took out a silver plate with a yellow paper charm on it.

The silver plate is engraved with a curse that is as twisted as a tadpole.

This prop is called the "Dream Compass" and it is a prop owned by the Southern Dreammaster. The Illusionist also has a similar prop, but it is of a slightly lower grade and is made of brass.

The stronghold of the Nihility Sect is not in the real world, but in the dreamland.

The elders have built many stable dreams, and these dreams are strongholds. Organization members can use the dream compass to travel through various strongholds, exchange information, buy and sell props and materials, accept tasks, etc.

Entering the dream stronghold not only requires a compass, but also requires the spiritual power and secrets of the illusionist profession. Lawful professions cannot enter the stronghold even if they obtain a compass.

This is why illusionists are so elusive and difficult to catch.

People are playing on a local area network.

The little fat man got into bed, put the dream compass on his chest, and silently recited the incantation while absorbing the spiritual power.

Amidst the sound of the spell, the silver compass burst out with dazzling brilliance and then went out.

The little fat man fell into a deep sleep.

After passing through a strange and hazy void, his consciousness came to a spacious lobby.

The lobby covers an area of ​​about 3,000 square meters. It is equipped with sofas, booths, and stall operators sitting on the floor. The stalls weave real objects using magic.
Chapter completed!