Chapter 135: Gun Barrel

Sure enough, there is nothing outstanding on the Yiji of the Feng family, and it is not on the same level as Jingbo City, but what Xiao Hua needs is not a finished product. After buying a lot of low-grade talisman paper and talisman ink, he has nothing It was ready to buy, and then I started to walk around slowly, waiting for an hour to arrive.

"Hey, what is this?" Xiao Hua strolled around for a long time, standing here and squatting there, looking extremely leisurely, but when he walked to a small booth, his eyes were immediately caught by a pitch-black one more than a foot long on it. Attracted by the stick, the stick was thrown on the side of the booth, there were some messy things on the booth, it looked very normal Xiao Hua didn't rush forward, just stood quietly beside a slightly crowded place, as if He was negotiating prices with others, but his eyes flicked to that booth from time to time.

The owner of the stall was a stout middle-aged man, with a square face and rough skin, without a trace of the elegance of a monk. It seems that the man's booth is not attractive, almost everyone is looking at it casually, not stopping at all, even if a few people stop and glance at the things on the booth, before they can stand firmly, they will stop again. He walked away, but the middle-aged man showed obvious anxiety on his face, and stretched out his hand from time to time, wanting to greet people, but he didn't say a word after all!

After watching for a while, Xiao Hua had some calculations in his heart, and slowly walked to the middle-aged cultivator's booth, seeing Xiao Hua stop at his booth, the cultivator's face showed joy, and his two big hands were vigorous Rubbing, he seemed very excited. However, as before, the cultivator still didn't speak, only looked at Xiao Hua eagerly, and pointed at his booth with his hand.

"Could it be a dumb? ,, Xiao Hua frowned three times, thinking to himself.

He looked at it for a while, then picked up a palm-sized brown object that he had spotted just now, and said with a smile, "My fellow daoist, what is this?"

The middle-aged cultivator opened his mouth and blushed, and finally said: "This is a ball of black gold, but it is a medium-grade material used in refining..." "Oh, it turned out to be a stutter!" Xiao Hua suddenly realized, it was strange that he had to say hello Woolen cloth!

After the cultivator finished speaking, he let out a long breath, and the redness of his face faded a little, seeing Xiao Hua's calm expression, he continued: "This thing, if you want it to be a fellow daoist...... , I want to please...please take out...three...three...medium-grade...spiritual stones..."

It took a lot of effort for the cultivator to speak, and Xiao Hua also took a lot of effort to listen to him. Finally, when he finished speaking, Xiao Hua pointed to the things next to him and said: "Are these all used for refining? Are the prices normal?" Yes." The middle-aged monk nodded vigorously when he heard it. There are not many monks who come to Fengjia Yiji, and even fewer know how to refine weapons. His materials are not particularly good, so no one has come to him to exchange. Listening to Xiao Hua's tone now, he doesn't seem to understand too much, although he doesn't know if Xiao Hua really wants to buy it, but he is also happy if someone comes to see it.

Xiao Hua put down the Wujin in his hand, picked up another piece, and looked at it,

While thinking, looking at the frivolous appearance of the monk, he must be a disciple of a small sect who knows how to refine qi. Although I don't understand the materials for these refining tools, I may not be able to use them in the future. There are many spirit stones in my space, so why not buy some!

Thinking of Xiao Hua, he said casually: "What about this one? What is it?" "This... this... piece of poverty... Dao... Dao... I don't know... I know!" I think it was because Xiao Hua asked him Unbeknownst to him, the man's stuttering became even worse, he just raised his finger and said, "One... one piece of middle... middle grade... spirit... spirit stone!"

When he finished speaking, he wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hands.

Xiao Hua almost covered his mouth and laughed, but he still managed to hold back his nod and said: "Since you are so poor, let's buy some."

"Okay..." The middle-aged monk was overjoyed, rubbing his hands, and said: "I don't know..., Fellow Daoist... Do you want... Which one do you want... Which one?" "These..." Xiao Hua thought about it in his heart, and put his hand With one swipe, most of the things on the middle-aged monk's stall were actually swipe.

"This... this... this... so many?" The middle-aged monk's words became more and more sluggish.

"En!" Xiao Hua nodded, then casually pointed at the pitch-black stick, and asked inadvertently, "Is this also for refining?"

The middle-aged cultivator squatted down, gathered the materials that Xiao Hua had drawn just now, his mouth was wide open, and he calculated how many spirit stones these materials were worth. With a sweep of the stick, he said, "No...no...it's...poor...poor Daoist...strength...something!"

Xiao Hua listened, his eyes became brighter, and his tone trembled slightly: "Can you sell it to the poor?"

"Sell? No...no...sell!" The middle-aged monk said without hesitation.

Xiao Hua's heart was so cold, and just about to raise the price, the monk said again: "Dao...Friend Daoist, if you are curious, as long as you can get it,..., move, poor Dao...I will give it to you Already!"

The last sentence seemed to be courageous, and it was said very neatly.

"Haha" Xiao Hua was overjoyed, and reached out to pick up the black stick. Although the stick was extremely heavy, it didn't seem too strenuous in Xiao Hua's hands!

"Dao... fellow daoist... good... good... strength!" the middle-aged monk was a little surprised.

"That poor dao can be taken away! ,, Xiao Hua asked unceremoniously.

"Please." The middle-aged monk waved his hand and said, "I don't know what that thing is. I picked it up in a... place, in a mountain stream, Daoist." ...Fellow Daoist...these...materials total...

A total of... seventy...eight pieces...medium...grade spirit stones! ""good! "Xiao Hua looked around, no one noticed, waved his hand, put the black stick into the space, and then put all the materials on the ground into the storage bag, and said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist's storage What about the bag? Pindao will give you the Lingshi! "The middle-aged monk hurriedly untied his storage bag, and waited for Xiao Hua to put seventy-eight middle-grade spirit stones into his storage bag before the stone in his heart fell to the ground. He almost couldn't believe it. Only the little monks on the second floor of Qi Refining can produce so many spirit stones and buy so many refining materials.

"Fellow Daoist" middle-aged monk looked around, and said in a paper voice: "Buy and buy so many materials or try to buy as many times as possible!" Xiao Hua praised in his heart, and said with a smile: "The poor Taoist knows, Thank you fellow daoist for pointing it out, but Pindao is not alone, there is also the teacher here!" "Oh" the middle-aged monk suddenly nodded, and said with a smile: "Pindao thinks about it......, that's it! "Then Xiao Hua didn't stay any longer, and left with arched hands. As he walked, he put the tip of the magic gun in the space together with the pitch-black stick. Sure enough, the crack at the bottom of the tip of the magic gun was the same as the crack of the stick. wěn fit together perfectly!

"Hey, let me just say it! The crack looked familiar just now, it really is so!" Xiao Hua was overjoyed in his heart, he really went to the stall to buy those refining materials because of this guess, and After he knew the weight of the stick, he was even more tense. This must be a magic weapon!

"Just looking at it like this, this magic weapon is still incomplete, and the back of the stick is still cut off!" Xiao Hua looked at the crack on the back of the stick and said thoughtfully: "I don't know whose handwriting it is, but it can be cut off!" Cut this hard magic weapon into several pieces! Well, even if I happen to get this magic weapon, how can I restore them completely?" Immediately, Xiao Hua saw the big one he just bought He piled up the materials for refining tools, and thought to himself: "Could it be possible..., do you want to practice refining tools?" Besides, why should I restore this magic weapon, if there is a spear point that can be used!" Xiao Hua immediately came to his senses, thinking with a wry smile.

After watching for a while, Xiao Hua felt that the time was almost up, so he walked towards Taniguchi. Sure enough, there were not many people entering Taniguchi at this time, only a young disciple stood there bored, looking around.

Xiao Hua saw that the Fengji Mansion was not there, so he didn't move forward, and walked to a slightly secluded place, took out the Communication Talisman, urged by mana, the Communication Talisman turned into a brilliance and flew into the nearby stone wall, but After a long time, I saw the Fengji Mansion appearing abruptly from the corner of the distant stone wall, looking around, walking straight towards Xiao Hua.

"How is the matter, Fellow Daoist Feng?" Xiao Hua waited for the Fengji Mansion to approach, clasped his hands and said with a smile.

"I'm afraid this is a little troublesome!" Feng Jifu said with a slight frown.

Xiao Hua was taken aback for a moment, his heart felt cold, and he said in a low voice: "I still hope that Fellow Daoist Feng will express it!"

Feng Ji Mansion looked around and said in a low voice: "Fellow Daoist, please follow the poor Daoist!"

Xiao Hua followed Fengji Mansion to the side of the stone wall, and said in a low voice: "Don't hide it from friends, the poor Taoist knows a few casual cultivators, and they always have some rare goods. The origin of these things, the poor Taoist is natural I won't ask too much, it's inconvenient for them to come to Yiji of my Feng family. This matter should be handled by the poor Taoist. And they can always come up with a little of the pill that the fellow Taoist said every time, so when the poor Taoist saw that the fellow Taoist was eager to ask for the medicine, he agreed!" "Is it possible that this No pills this time?" Xiao Hua wondered.

"Hehe, it was just beyond Daoist's expectations." Feng Jifu shook his head and said: "It's not that there are none this time, but...too many!"

"Ah? Too many?" Xiao Hua was overjoyed for a while, but still puzzled: "Since there are, why do fellow Taoists say it's troublesome?" Feng Jifu smiled bitterly: "It's their requirements that are more demanding!"

"Strange, what's so harsh? Please fellow daoist forgive me!" Xiao Hua cupped his hands. x-on:.