Zhang Mu looked through it for a while. Although he didn't see anything strange, he felt that it was really possible that what this person said was passed down from his ancestors. As for whether it was a good thing or not, it all depends on whether he made the right bet.
If you think about the novels you have read in the past, the protagonists always collected rubbish, and in the end they often ended up being unnatural things. Is it possible that I can't do this?
"Ten spiritual stones? Are you bluffing me?" After saying that, he threw the book on the stall.
This person's smile froze when he saw it, and he didn't seem to react. He just bought a broken bead hairpin for ten spiritual stones, why not this one?
"Fellow practitioner, what's wrong?"
Zhang Mugang wanted to stand up, looked at this person and shook his head and said: "Tell you, I originally wanted to buy that pearl hairpin, because it was a bet between me and the woman. As long as I can sell the butterfly pearl hairpin, I can marry her.
A dual cultivator couple.”
Then, he pointed at the broken book and said, "I bought this to brag. You really think this is some kind of treasure." After saying that, he turned around and wanted to leave.
This person was stunned for a moment after hearing this. He had other motives for buying the pearl hairpin for love. No wonder he spent ten spiritual stones without blinking an eye. It was really not much for the woman he loved.
Nowadays, no one reads this crappy book. Since I want to buy it to show off, it’s useless to keep it myself. Why not sell it at a low price? Selling a spiritual stone is not a loss, right?
Thinking of this, the man smiled and said: "Fellow practitioner, walk slowly, it's easy to discuss!"
Zhang Mu stopped after hearing this, with a smile on his face, and turned around, with an impatient look on his face.
"What's the matter?"
When he saw this person, he couldn't help but tremble. He didn't expect Zhang Mu's face to change so quickly.
But the more this happened, the more he wanted to sell the books, because he regarded Zhang Mu as a rich boy and a show-off person. If he didn't sell it to him, would he keep it for fuel?
"Fellow practitioner, what price do you think is suitable?"
"A spiritual stone."
The man's face tightened and he couldn't help but say: "Fellow practitioner, are you kidding me?"
After hearing this, Zhang Mu said angrily: "Are you kidding me? You said you didn't blackmail me about that pearl?"
"Uh..." The man rolled his eyes and said awkwardly: "This..."
"Okay, I bought a spiritual stone. If it doesn't work, forget it."
Seeing that Zhang Mu was about to leave again, the man gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, sell it."
Hearing this, Zhang Mu slowly handed over the spirit stone, picked it up and walked outside.
After walking out, Zhang Mu took the book and said with a smile: "I hope you won't disappoint me." After saying that, he walked towards the bamboo house.
After returning to the bamboo house, Zhang Mu first put the books into the storage bag. Now he is mainly refining the fire spirit blade. It will not be too late to refer to it when he has time in the future.
I thought about the refining method again, and after making sure I didn't miss anything, I walked to the open space to prepare for refining.
After placing the equipment in front of them one by one and sorting them into categories, they summoned the Xu'an Ding and started refining it.
After first throwing an equipment in, controlling the transformation fire to calcine it, the long and boring refining process began again.
After three days of such boring refining, Zhang Mu shook his dizzy head and a smile appeared on his pale face.
Now is the most critical moment, which is to fuse the equipment in the cauldron with liquid and then add the flint.
Although it seems very simple, if something goes wrong here, it will really be over. There is no waste recycling function.
There is no 100% success rate in refining weapons. Although the success rate is extremely high with the Xumo Cauldron, nothing is 100% in the world, so you can only rely on yourself to be careful step by step.
I saw Zhang Mu condensing magic seals with his hands, then throwing the flint in, and quickly shouted: "Sick!"
I saw that the gas of the transformed fire peaked again, and the flint was immediately burned to the point of losing its temper. This is the result of it being inferior to the transformed fire.
At this time, sweat was pouring down Zhang Mu's cheeks, and his brows were knitted together. It was obvious that he was not relaxed at all.
After feeling that the spiritual power in his body could not keep up with the consumption, he quickly took out a spiritual stone, held it in his hand, and began to absorb it crazily.
In three days, Zhang Mu consumed two spirit stones, and then he watched the flint turn into a red liquid, which slowly merged with the equipment liquid, except that it formed a crescent shape.
Seeing this, Zhang Mu turned his palm into pieces of spirit stone and threw it away, shouting: "Fire spirit turns into blade, quick!"
I saw that the liquid in the cauldron began to slowly squirm under the calcination of the transformed fire, and it seemed that it had already started to move.
Seeing this, Zhang Mu quickly replenished his spiritual energy into the cauldron, trying his best not to fail in refining the weapon this time, otherwise he would have the heart to die.
Thinking about how expensive this piece of flint is, if it's really wasted and you have to search for the fire spirit again, wouldn't it be like finding a needle in a haystack.
Thinking of this, Zhang Mu was sweating like rain and swallowing sparse saliva. It was obvious that he was unbearably thirsty at this time, but he still persisted because his efforts for nearly ten days could not be turned into water.
At this time, Zhang Mu suddenly stood up, spun around, pointed at Xu Mo Ding and shouted: "Fire Spirit Blade, knot!"
Then, Zhang Mu stepped on his foot and shouted with his finger: "Come out!"
As soon as the lid of the cauldron was opened, a wave of heat rushed towards him. Zhang Mu was so frightened that he hurriedly avoided it, but he still did not forget to suck the Fire Spirit Blade into his hand.
But even with spiritual power protecting the palm of his hand, the fire power emitted by the Fire Spirit Blade was still extremely hot, as if he was roasting his hand like a pig's trotters.
"Grandma, no way!" After saying that, Zhang Mu spurted out a drop of blood and swung it towards the Fire Spirit Blade.
Just after the essence and blood melted in, the heat disappeared instantly. Zhang Mu just wanted to laugh a few times, but he was powerless at this time.
The Fire Spirit Blade's figure faded and disappeared from Zhang Mu's palm in an instant. What came back was a burst of severe pain. It was not the pain caused by the Golden Spirit Blade that time, but an extremely strong burning pain.
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"Ah..." After shouting, Zhang Mu fell to the side.
This is not because Zhang Mu is unlucky, but mainly because he has consumed too much spiritual consciousness and physical strength. Now that a drop of blood essence has been sprayed out, it is already very difficult to persevere.
This sleep lasted for three full days, which can be regarded as replenishing the energy. The rest is to rest well, and it will probably take less than half a month to return to the original state.
Half a month later, Zhang Mu was playing with the Fire Spirit Blade. It was fine, but the trees and grass nearby were burned to ashes.
After having enough fun, he retracted his wrist and heard Liu Li grinning: "Muzi, you are quite capable. I made this piece for you."
"My pleasure."
"Depend on!"
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In the remaining days, Zhang Mu diligently practiced the four spells and the Fire Spirit Blade. After all, the method was not about quantity but about precision.
If you have countless means, but they are all half-baked, it is probably extremely deceptive, and it is not as good as an ordinary fireball.
On this day, after Zhang Mu handed over the matter of Ling Tian to a handyman disciple, he led Liu Li and the others towards the main hall.
After arriving at the main hall, they saw thousands of Qingfeng Valley disciples, including quite a few who were in the foundation building stage. It looked like they were really going to be big this time.
Standing in the crowd, I listened to the explanation from the uncle above. Anyway, this is the time to treat him well. If anyone does not respect Gu Nei's orders, there will be consequences.
These words were all used as cannon fodder for the tigers, and people like Zhang Mu had known about them a long time ago.
Afterwards, Li Xiu came out and explained a few words before getting ready to set off.
At this time, Sun Xing stood up, looked at the monk below and said: "If the Qi Refining Stage disciples who are going to the depths this time can complete this task, they will be rewarded heavily. I won't say much, go!"
As Sun Xing fell, all the disciples in the valley began to wield jade slips with swords and ride spirit beasts. Anyway, there are many strange things in the journey of cultivating immortality, but there is nothing strange about it.
Seeing this, Zhang Mu looked at Liu Lida and said, "Lizi, come on, let's see who is faster."
"good."
Zhang Mu took out the flying sword and sacrificed it. He jumped up suddenly, but before he could get up, he was grabbed by someone and fell heavily to the ground.
"Damn! Ahem..."
Standing up, Zhang Mu looked at Li Xiu with a resentful face, making him feel a little embarrassed.
"That Makiko, you are so slow with your sword, I'll take you with me."
Seeing that Li Xiu was a little unreasonable about this, Zhang Mu couldn't help but said: "Brother, please tell me in advance next time, otherwise I will die in your hands sooner or later."
Before Li Xiu could finish speaking, he heard a beautiful female voice: "Haha... little nephew, why don't you let me take you."
Hearing this, Zhang Mu quickly looked towards the sound.
Isn't it Zhao Qian'er who is speaking? She is wearing thin clothes at this time, with two cherries embellished on her chest, and she doesn't seem to be wrapping her chest with a bellyband.
Zhang Mu swallowed his saliva, looked at Li Xiu and Liu Li, and said with a righteous look on his face: "Okay."
Liu Li immediately cursed: "Damn!"
"Miko, you want to die!"
Seeing what Li Xiu said, Zhang Mu couldn't help but wonder: "Brother, you always say what's wrong with my uncle, what's going on? Why didn't I see that there was danger?"
Li Xiu pointed at Zhang Mu and said: "Go, it should be fine once, I wish you good luck!"
"When is it okay? Don't scare me, just make it clear!"
"It's okay, go."
Zhang Mu was in a dilemma at this time. If he went, he was afraid that there would be some real danger. But if he didn't go, he had already agreed. If he tried to wear his little shoes again, they would be ruined.
"Hey, Lizi, Sun Xiao, Xiao Han, if something happens to me, help me bring the body back and bury it with Xiner."
Liu Li frowned and said, "Is it that serious?"
At this time, Sun Xiao patted Zhang Mu on the shoulder and nodded: "Don't worry, I can do it."
I thought Sun Xiaohui would persuade him or something, but after hearing these words, Zhang Mu kicked him in the buttocks without thinking, and yelled: "It's your uncle!"
After scolding me, he looked at Li Xiu and said, "Brother, just wait. If something unexpected happens to me, I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost."
Li Xiu shuddered deeply and said, "No matter what my business is, I told you not to provoke her. You asked for it yourself."
Zhang Mu nodded helplessly, with an expression as if he was going to the execution ground, and sighed: "I didn't expect that I, Zhang Mu, would end up here because of my illustrious reputation."
As soon as she finished speaking, she heard Zhao Qian'er say: "Li Xiu, you are talking bad about me, be careful I will deal with you."
Hearing this, Zhang Mu was so frightened that he didn't dare to go over. This is not a beauty. Isn't this just a tigress?
Thinking of this, he suddenly looked towards Li Xiu asking for help. But when he saw Li Xiu take a few steps back, he said righteously: "Liu Li, Sun Xiao, Lin Han, quickly follow me to Jiyueling."
"Yes." After saying that, the four of them left Zhang Mu and flew out of the valley.
Just when Zhang Mu was about to cry, Sun Xing's voice came: "Qian'er, stop fooling around, go quickly!"