In the blink of an eye, nearly a month has passed!
This day.
Xianmeng City, Xianfu Lingshan.
In a certain cave.
Cheng Buzheng was sitting cross-legged on the pure jade bed, surrounded by spiritual energy billowing in, which was suddenly swallowed up by him.
After a long time!
Cheng Buzheng then opened his eyes, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes!
"It is indeed a magical elixir made from rare and rare herbs, but the effect of the medicine is certainly not comparable to that of Shenji Dan!"
Cheng Buzheng sighed in his heart.
It took him more than a month to refine a Linglu Pill that was worth ten years of hard work.
At this time, his cultivation level has also made great progress, and his cultivation level has increased by ten years!
However, in the next six months, it will be impossible to practice with the elixir. It is necessary to eliminate the erysipelas and drug resistance of the elixir!
Although the elixir is good, it is not without limitations.
Even so, Cheng Buzheng was quite satisfied.
After all, almost all of these elixirs are golden elixir cultivators. They are the coveted elixirs. He can get more than thirty Linglu elixirs, which is already a great deal of immortality!
Immediately.
Cheng Buzheng stood up and walked outside!
After walking around the street stall area and finding no unexpected gains, Cheng Buzheng returned to the cave again and started practicing hard!
However, the third-level puppet, the cold-faced old man, took advantage of this opportunity and was released by Cheng Buzheng, and silently mingled with many casual cultivators.
In just a few days!
In Xianmeng City, in a relatively remote street.
A grocery store quietly changed its owner.
There was no lively ceremony, nor were there many congratulations from the monks. Instead, the previous plaque was replaced without anyone noticing. On the newly replaced plaque, there were written five large Chinese characters of "Yuanlai Weapon Refining Shop" with flying dragons and phoenixes.
Looking at the name of the shop, you can also tell that this is a craftsmanship shop, and the new owner is a cold-faced master.
However, the cold-faced old man lay on the rocking chair behind the counter all day long, closing his eyes and concentrating, and no movement was seen from him. He didn't seem to be worried about the lack of business at all.
The loudest thing is the notice outside the store, which reads:
'This shop undertakes the refining of magic weapons. There is an 80% chance of successfully refining a low-grade magic weapon, a 60% chance of a medium-grade magic weapon, and a 40% chance of a high-grade magic weapon.'
"The commission is 80% of the market price, but you can pay half the spiritual stones and half the spiritual materials!'
'Once our shop fails to refining, we will fully compensate you for the spiritual materials of the corresponding level. You can also exchange them for magic weapons and then compensate for the difference in spiritual materials. However, our shop only undertakes the refining of three magic weapons every year.'
'The right to interpret the above belongs to our store!'
This may be the reason why the cold-faced old man is so calm!
The cold-faced old man was able to put on such a familiar routine precisely because the cold-faced old man was the puppet of Cheng Buzheng!
On the shelf behind the counter, there is a wooden stick with strong aura and a gray chain, which are also the baits released by Cheng Buzheng.
The wooden stick is still a low-grade magic weapon, the Magical Magic Stick. However, this wooden stick has been refined by Cheng Buzheng, so its value is not as good as before.
And that gray chain was the golden chain that Cheng Buzheng got from Ao Yuan, in order to prevent unnecessary trouble from being recognized.
For this reason, Cheng Buzheng refined it in a different way, but this treasure was still a middle-grade magic weapon, and its power was not reduced at all.
same.
Cheng Buzheng did not refine this treasure in order to increase its value.
Otherwise, the more mixed the aura of the magic weapon's origin, the less valuable it is as a spiritual stone.
Of course, it is also to lure those monks who are ready to make a move.
If not, Cheng Buzheng's spiritual materials would have been almost exhausted, and he would have liked to refine a brand new magic weapon again.
By then, the customer base will not be coming in a steady stream.
However, Cheng Buzheng can only do so much at this stage.
The rest can only be left to word of mouth to slowly ferment.
If not, Cheng Buzheng is too poor now, so he could just rent a shop in one of the Xianyi Streets.
That's where all kinds of fairy art shops gather together. Once such a temptation is presented, Cheng Bizheng believes that soon a monk will come and try to place an order.
After all, the monks who opened shops there all had a few shabu-shabu in their hands.
Before, Na Ma Chang was an example!
Although that person is quite sinister, he still has some attainments in weapon refining!
After a long time!
Inside the counter, the cold-faced old Taoist Cheng Buzheng, who was lying on the rocking chair, opened his eyes faintly.
At this time, the sunset will set!
However, the number of monks on the street did not decrease because of this. On the contrary, it was a little denser than before.
It can be seen that even in relatively remote streets, there are many monks.
It can be said that there is no real remote street in Xianmeng City.
It can also be seen how many monks there are in the Immortal Alliance City.
The monks who were walking on the street couldn't help but take a second look when they saw the notice hanging on the outer wall of the 'Yuan Lai Weapon Refining Shop'. It also left a deep impression in the hearts of many monks.
It wasn't until midnight, when there were only a few people on the street, that Cheng Buzheng got up and closed the shop.
This is also the harvest of the first day of ‘Yuanlai Weapon Refining Shop’!
Regarding this.
The cold-faced old man Cheng Buzheng was not surprised, this was a normal situation.
If he received the order on the first day, he would feel something was wrong.
The next day.
As the sun was rising, the ‘Yuanlai Weapon Refining Shop’ opened its doors belatedly.
No surprise, no monk came to the door until the shop closed today.
The days are passing by!
Gradually, Jindan monks came to inquire, but still no monks placed orders.
It wasn't until a month later that the 'Yuanlai Weapon Refining Shop' officially received its first order. Although it was only an order for a low-grade magic weapon, it was indeed open for business.
After taking the order, the cold-faced old man closed the shop directly and walked to the street stall area of Xianmeng City.
at the same time.
In a certain cave in Lingshan, Xianfu, Cheng Buzheng, who was practicing Qing Dynasty, stopped practicing. After standing up, he left the cave and walked towards the street stall area.
Not long!
Cheng Buzheng came to the street stall area and came to the stall of a cold-faced old man. After some bargaining, he bought a relatively rare spiritual grass.
Transaction complete.
The cold-faced old man threw a storage bag to Cheng Buzheng and waited for the next customer again.
Cheng Buzheng accepted the storage bag containing the spiritual grass and walked forward again. Everything seemed to be no different from ordinary monks.
After finishing the tour, Cheng Buzheng walked around the trail in various directions!
After making sure that no one was watching, he came to the ground fire room.
Cheng Buzheng entered the underground fire room, opened a refining room, and walked straight to the passage inside.
soon.
He came to a refining room.
Opened the door to the secret room and walked directly in.
Entering the refining room, Cheng Buzheng took a few steps forward to the futon, and then sat down directly on the futon.
He opened the storage bag that the cold-faced old man gave him when he purchased the spiritual herb.
Cheng Buzheng took out a jade slip that recorded the structure diagram of the magic weapon.
Moreover, there are a large number of spiritual materials in the storage bag. As for the jade box containing the spiritual grass, it is quietly lying in the corner, no one cares about it!
Immediately.
Cheng Buzheng looked at the jade slip.
Although Cheng Buzheng had already mastered the spiritual restraint of this treasure, he still thought about it carefully.
After a long time, Cheng Buzheng began to refine it.
the other side.
The cold-faced old man waited until it was time to set up the stall, then returned to the shop and guarded the shop.