Chapter 253 Sympathy

Ordinary flying swords can be purchased in Tianbao Pavilion.

But if you want to refine a flying sword that is most suitable for you, the size, weight, and materials used for casting the flying sword are all in accordance with your own requirements, you can only come to each refining workshop to customize.

Defensive spiritual tools, such as clothes and inner armor, are even more so.

Every person is different and needs to be tailored.

For a while in the queue, Su Zimo had already observed about the same.

Generally speaking, to customize a mid-grade spirit tool, you need three thousand to five thousand mid-grade spirit stones, and you need to bring three copies of the materials yourself!

To customize a high-grade spirit tool, you need three thousand to five thousand high-grade spirit stones, and you need to prepare as many as ten copies of the materials!

After a while, Su Zimo was lined up.

Su Zimo pondered for a while, and asked, "Dare to ask friends, I can understand if you want to customize a spirit tool and bring your own materials. Why do you need to prepare three copies? To customize a high-grade spirit tool, you need to prepare ten copies yourself?"

Hearing this sentence, the disciple of True Fire Sect sneered: "Are you pretending to be stupid like me? Which refiner dares to guarantee that a single material can be 100% refined to produce a high-grade spirit weapon? You are a refiner. Can you be 100% successful in gathering spirits?"

"The higher the rank of the spiritual tool, the lower the success rate of gathering spirits, and the number of self-provided materials will naturally increase. Even so, we still take risks."

The people from the True Fire Sect in the Refinery Workshop looked at Su Zimo's eyes with obvious sarcasm.

"This person doesn't understand anything, so he came to order a spiritual tool."

"I don't know where it came from. I haven't seen the world."

"I estimate that this kid is poor and white, just to join in the fun."

Hearing these remarks, Su Zimo smiled without refuting, and continued to ask, "What is the price of customizing a top-quality spiritual tool?"

"Ha ha!"

There was a burst of laughter inside and outside the True Fire Refinery Workshop.

"Let's just say it, this person is just here to join in the fun and pretend, as if he knows it well."

"Customizing a top-quality spiritual tool, he can ask such a thing, and I'm dying of laughter."

One person sighed: "It's really ignorant."

Su Zimo calmly looked at the group of real fire disciples who were laughing and laughing, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

A cultivator standing behind Su Zimo seemed unbearable, and explained in a low voice, "Fellow Daoist, there is no custom-made top-quality spiritual tool, even if someone prepares a hundred materials, no refiner would dare to take over. All devices need chance and luck, and the failure rate is too high.”

"Well." Su Zimo nodded.

This person added: "A master craftsman can make a top-quality spiritual tool in his life, which is enough to become famous! Moreover, the price of a top-quality spiritual tool is not fixed. If you throw it into the auction house, you can sell it for as little as fifty. Ten thousand top-grade spirit stones. If someone bids for it, it is possible to sell it for millions!"

High-grade spirit tools, there are three spirit patterns, and at most five thousand top-grade spirit stones are sold.

And the top-grade spirit tool only has one more spirit pattern than the top-grade one, and the price is more than a hundred times more expensive!

The difference in this is conceivable.

"Don't leave this ink, get out of here!"

The shopkeeper of the True Fire Refining Workshop came over and waved at Su Zimo, making no secret of the disgust in his eyes.

Su Zimo was not angry, just smiled and said, "The shopkeeper, I think one day you will regret it."

After saying this, Su Zimo turned and left.

...

After inquiring about the market, Su Zimo already knew it.

Moreover, Su Zimo is even more convinced that his own refining workshop will become the largest one in the royal city, and even step on the real fire refining workshop under his feet!

After not walking very far, Su Zimo's heart moved, and his eyes swept across a corner not far away.

There was a little girl of 14 or 15 years old sitting on the ground with her body curled up. Her body was dirty, her clothes were tattered, her withered hair was messed up, her face was stained, and only her eyes were very clear.

A gust of cold wind blew, and the little girl shrank her neck, pursed her lips tightly, and shivered.

For some reason, seeing this little girl, Su Zimo thought of Xiao Ning.

When Xiao Ning left, she was not a few years older than this little girl.

Su Zimo sighed inwardly, bought a few buns nearby, wrapped them in oil paper and handed them to the little girl, and said softly, "Eat it."

A trace of fear flashed in the little girl's eyes, she hesitated, and did not take the oiled paper.

Su Zimo didn't force it, put the oil paper next to the little girl, took out a green shirt from the storage bag, put it lightly on the little girl, and then stood up.

This move made the little girl less vigilant against Su Zimo.

The little girl stretched out her dirty little hand and tried to pick up a bun.

Su Zimo was about to leave, but Ye Ling suddenly moved in his arms, stuck out a small dark head, and glanced at the little girl.

Before Su Zimo could speak, Ye Ling suddenly jumped out, ran in front of the little girl, and sniffed something on the little girl.

"what!"

The little girl was frightened, and the bun she just picked up fell to the ground again.

Su Zimo frowned, and quickly dragged Ye Ling back into his arms.

Unusually, Ye Ling didn't hide, but stuck out his little head and kept looking at the little girl.

Su Zimo apologized and said softly, "Don't be afraid, it won't hurt you."

The little girl didn't say anything, just stared at Su Zimo, very alert.

Su Zimo smiled bitterly, shook his head, and turned to leave.

The two did not know each other, and when they met by chance, Su Zimo felt a little bit, thinking of Xiao Ning, giving her a meal and a piece of clothing, it is already the best of benevolence and righteousness.

Su Zimo walked towards his residence.

After not walking very far, Su Zimo moved in his heart and looked sideways slightly.

Out of the corner of Su Zimo's light, he caught a glimpse of the little girl wrapped in his green shirt, gobbling up the buns, and followed behind him, keeping a certain distance.

Su Zimo smiled and didn't care.

It didn't take long for Su Zimo to arrive at the door of Yongxingfang.

On the side of the gate of Yongxingfang, there was a large circle of people. Although there were a lot of people, it was extremely quiet, and only the voices from the crowd could be heard.

"But it was said that the battle lasted for two days and two nights. It was dark and dark, and the mountain collapsed and the earth was torn apart. The dragon was finally slashed under the sword by this man.

In the middle of the crowd, an old man with Confucianism on his head and a long gown was telling a story eloquently.

This is a storyteller who wanders among the people, making up mysteries and strange things. It can't be done. Su Zimo has heard it a lot.

But I don't know why, hearing the old man's words just now, Su Zimo couldn't help but appear in front of the ancient ruins, that tragic sea of ​​bones!

Su Zimo shook his head and didn't think much about it, he just thought to himself, "Just as the dragon appeared, someone made up the story of the dragon, and it looks like it."

At this moment, someone raised his voice: "Storyr, you just talked about this part this morning."

"I said it, but some people didn't hear it." The old man said with a smile.

Su Zimo paused, turned his head slowly, and looked at the old man in the crowd.

Did the old man mean something, or did he just say it casually?