Chapter 66 Ring Grandpa: What Are You Doing?

Low-level professional books are sold for 700 magic coins.

Mid-level professional books have not increased in price, and are still priced at 5,000 magic coins.

Obviously, Jiucai Rong gave those masters some preferential policies according to the old manager's intention.

Cost price, first push the skills of top professionals up.

Dao Jiujiu did not hesitate and directly selected a mid-level summoning card.

It has product information:

[He was a high-level blacksmith in his lifetime, the first level of the four internal organs, with a lifespan of 3,210 years, and is good at forging sword-type magic tools for fire and water monsters. 】

This high-level blacksmith who can forge weapons in the three-element realm barely entered the four internal organs realm before his death.

It is estimated that he forced himself to take drugs when he was perfect in the five-body realm, and then the side effects broke out and he could no longer improve.

But it is reasonable.

The realm of the secondary profession will not be too high, because all the energy is in their own field.

Of course, they live longer than the monks of the same era!

Because the combat profession will make crazy money to support them.

What if their realm is low?

Replace their internal organs and magical instruments, and let them live to the limit of 800 years for the Five Body Realm and 8,000 years for the Four Organ Realm.

What kind of number is eight thousand years?

Even the Four Organ Realm cultivator who is more than three thousand years old has lived longer than most of the Three Yuan Realm cultivators.

Because those Three Yuan Realm cultivators have to fight, kill, and take risks outside for their families.

When you walk by the river, you will get your shoes wet.

There are not many people who die of old age.

Even some unlucky Sanyuan realm monks may break through the Sanyuan realm at the age of two or three hundred, but they may not live for 800 years.

They are not as good as a deputy monk of the five-body realm.

This is very funny.

Therefore, it is very stupid to determine success or failure by realm.

This world is not a game world. It is not that a high level of cultivation is absolutely excellent and powerful.

"Boss, why did you choose the intermediate experience book?"

"Yes, you skipped the low-level one?"

The people around were puzzled.

Dao Jiujiu shook his head: "I think I am already a low-level blacksmith. I don't need to complete it. I can save money by working on the intermediate level directly."

After all, according to the current calculations.

Using the summoning card is very costly, and you will be confused afterwards.

It is likely that you will have to use up a resurrection. It is better to jump directly to the intermediate profession.

Besides, five thousand magic coins.

This will cost him his life!

He took out a loan to get it.

Dao Jiujiu burned some incense and offered sacrifices, then began to pray to the gods.

In the distance, a group of blacksmiths were watching secretly.

Dao Jiujiu shuddered all over, as if he was possessed by something, and felt like he was possessed by his fellow villagers when he was in full bloom.

After all, they were essentially the same.

"Hahaha, I am finally free!"

A heroic and fiery voice came: "Young man, you invited me to possess you? If you offer me good food and drink, I can help you."

Because the other party had superb skills, the turbid air and residual souls collected were relatively complete, and this residual soul still had a relatively sound consciousness.

The other party seemed to know what situation he was in and was being summoned.

He also realized that he was dead.

After all, he was a real residual soul of the soul, not a hollow bubble with logical defects.

And this kind of residual soul will also disappear slowly, so the general summoning card will not be used for more than ten years after it is made.

Dao Jiujiu took a deep breath and found that his consciousness was not occupied.

I heard that those combat-style summoning monks were also like this, just asking the ancestors to possess and bless the great power.

Not absorbing memories does not forget who you are.

It is said that the summoning skills of some holy places are even more exaggerated, and their "gods" will not be exhausted.

They accumulate little by little, summoning the famous giant spirits, door gods, and heavenly generals in history, and their combat power is very exaggerated.

Of course, excessive use of summoning gods will also be assimilated.

"Senior." Dao Jiujiu felt a little fuzzy, and many scenes and forging proficiency were pouring in crazily.

"Call me Zhang Lao, let me control the body, and I will teach you how to forge iron."

"You are absorbing my memories. I won't live much longer. This life doesn't matter."

Mr. Zhang has a hot temper and is quite open-minded:

"I haven't hit iron for a long time, and I want to hit it before I die."

"Don't worry, you, don't worry about me controlling you, that brand will protect you."

Under normal circumstances, like an old man, he observes inside the body, but he can also let the other party control the body.

Dao Jiujiu also relaxed his mind and handed over control of his body.

Mr. Zhang laughed loudly and looked at a young blacksmith next to him: "Tell me where your blacksmith shop is."

The blacksmith pointed into the distance.

Boss Zhang stepped in, pushed open the door of the blacksmith shop, and suddenly fell into silence.

In the blacksmith shop.

A group of people were working feverishly on blacksmithing and forging, making a clanging sound.

Several enchanters were also watching, and the stove in the distance seemed to be queuing up for diving.

thump.

Golden sparks flew.

"Well done."

"Freestyle."

"Where are the tongs? Pick them up."

"While it's hot."

A group of people laughed and talked. ? ? ?

Before he died, Mr. Zhang wanted to hit a hammer to satisfy his desire. He was stunned at the door when he picked up the hammer.

I was hallucinating before I died?

So scary.

And the blacksmiths in the blacksmith shop also found each other, and they all looked at each other in a hurry. They thought it was not good, and they smiled stiffly and stupidly to show their friendship.

Facing the gazes and smiles from all sides of the blacksmith shop, Mr. Zhang was even more scared.

"Sir, you are in the wrong place."

At this time, Jiu Cairong hurried over and pointed to the abandoned Xiaji Blacksmith Shop in the distance and said, "This is not the blacksmith shop, that is it."

Mr. Zhang was silent, watching the blacksmiths still forging iron inside, and felt that the other party was deceiving him.

"You go out first."

Mr. Zhang was quickly pushed out of the door, and the door closed behind him with a bang.

Then, the blacksmiths in the blacksmith shop also received the news.

"Brothers, hurry up and go through the secret passage to the old blacksmith shop next door."

"Yes, go to the blacksmith shop next door and pretend that we are normal people."

"Fortunately, the blacksmith shop is not abandoned. The Zhang family blacksmith worked there before."

"That idiot just now, why did he say here directly? Can't he let people wait for a while?"

"That's right, we have all been seen."

"Everyone, go to the blacksmith shop next door and pretend to be enthusiastic."

A group of them rushed down the underground secret passage and ran madly to the next door.

And Mr. Zhang was delayed by Jiucai Rong, and introduced the situation of the villa, forging experience, the number of blacksmiths, and what they are good at.

As they talked and chatted, Jiucai Rong saw a figure on the manhole cover next to him, and made an OK gesture, so he quickly took the other party to the old blacksmith shop next door.

"This is our real blacksmith shop."

Jiucai Rong just pushed open the door.

The hot air rolled in.

A group of blacksmiths were forging iron frantically, clang clang clang in full swing.

It turned out to be the same group of people just now, exactly the same.

It was just that the enchanters who were about to jump into the forge were jumping back and forth, as if they were just cheering and encouraging the blacksmiths to work.

Mr. Zhang was stunned for a moment.

Is this group of people the same as what I just saw? How did those dead people come back to life? But I saw them jumping into the forge with my own eyes.

Could it be that I just saw it wrong? After all, the dead cannot be resurrected!

He was a little dazed, thinking that he was a remnant soul, on the verge of death, and it was normal for him to have hallucinations.

"Senior, look, this is our magic weapon."

Jiucai Rong interrupted his thoughts and said, "Do you have any advice?"

Old Zhang looked at the painting card and then at the process.

It was made of some kind of monster powder whose identity could no longer be seen.

Old Zhang thought about it and became interested: "You make the painting card, and I'll see if there are any improvements to your process."

The blacksmiths were also very enthusiastic and started the "Kuakua Group" siege, and several people took the lead in forging iron and asked the big boss for guidance.

It's rare to have a real blacksmith master, this is the old man with the ring.

Isn't this a good thing?

Before, they didn't dare to ask the blacksmith of the Zhang family next door, and they had to maintain the high style of the mysterious blacksmith.

But here they are not afraid of being exposed.

If they were not afraid of scaring people, they would want to show how to enchant.

"Well, you ask what kind of monster material this powder is?" Jiucai Rong said: "It's the navy we raise."

"It's not convenient to see the prototype of the navy, the main thing is to teach us to forge with these materials."

Zhang Lao nodded, looked at the painted cards, and felt that this magic weapon was still very desirable.

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