Chapter 212

Di Ping played with the three pieces of equipment curiously and was reluctant to let go.

Each of these weapons flashes with a strange brilliance, which is not comparable to the weapons on earth. It seems that each weapon has a magic power that allows you to pick him up and fight.

With the weapon in hand, a strong courage and fighting spirit always arise unconsciously, and it seems that with him, there is infinite power.

"Sword of Shining Spirit: First-order middle grade, forged from refined iron and mixed steel, sharp and tough, increased strength, additional lightness attributes, weapon skills: none."

"Holy Spirit Warhammer: first-order middle grade, refined iron forging, engraved with Mithril runes, boosting power, boosting spirit, weapon skills: none."

"Ebony Staff: A first-order strong product, the body of the staff is made of ebony wood for a hundred years, with mithril engraving, inlaid with spirit crystals, increased spirit, dexterity, weapon skills: none."

Di Ping used Probe to check the attributes of the three weapons one by one.

After seeing this, it is no wonder that the staff is more expensive. It turned out to be a first-order strong product, which is one level stronger than the great sword and the warhammer.

Di Ping reluctantly put the weapon into the backpack. Men have a natural preference for weapons, and Di Ping is no exception, so he is reluctant to let go of weapons.

Under Doro's respectful farewell, Di Ping left the market, and it was still raining outside. The sky was pitch black.

As he walked into the darkness, the gates of the market began to slowly close, and the lights were no longer visible when the gates were closed.

Standing in the rain, he turned around and stared at the tall and mysterious market in the rainy night for a while, then turned around and walked out of the castle.

Now that there is a market, it can basically meet his current needs. If he wants more advanced items, he has to build a workshop.

This gave him a headache, so he went to find a blacksmith himself. Blacksmithing is basically a declining industry in modern society. The blacksmith shops that could be seen on the street when he was a child have disappeared in recent years.

It seems that tomorrow everyone will have to think of a way to see if they can find a blacksmith, otherwise he will be stuck here and the workshop will not be built. He is really unwilling.

Di Ping returned to the main tower of the city under the respectful gazes of Brother Lu and another young man.

After taking a shower and changing his soaked clothes, he fell back to sleep. It was already two o'clock in the night, and he was really sleepy and tired. He didn't want to do anything today, he just wanted to have a good sleep.

Maybe it was a long-term habit. The time pointed to six o'clock. Di Ping opened his eyes on time. He rubbed his face, got up and washed himself, and sat back on the bed. Best time.

Di Ping sat cross-legged, perhaps he had practiced once, but this time it was easy to sit cross-legged, so he began to adjust his breathing according to the way of entering the stillness at the beginning.

Maybe it was because the things in his heart were put down, the warehouse and the market were built, and this time he finally calmed down after five minutes.

Calm down, don't think or think, and breathe evenly.

Feeling that his body slowly calmed down under the restrained breathing, he felt that it was almost the same, and he began to visualize the entrance of the first-level exercise method.

When Di Ping's mind was poured into the entrance, suddenly a spiritual light from the sky rose from the entrance. The aura illuminated the entire entrance like morning light, and there was a white light in the entrance. Di Ping's eyes suddenly changed, as if his body appeared in this white light.

At this time, Di Ping seemed to be in space, with white light up, down, left, and right, and he couldn't see or hear anything.