Chapter 271

Moling Refinery Workshop.

Su Zimo walked out of the room, squinting at the scorching noon sun hanging high in the sky, the trouble in his eyes gradually dissipated.

Su Zimo's body trembled, and a series of crackling sounds came from his body, as if he was frying beans.

call!

Su Zimo opened his mouth and spit out a long white gas, which was solid like a sword, and shot a few meters away before it gradually collapsed.

In folklore myths and legends, immortals can fly through the clouds, spit flying swords, and take the head of the enemy thousands of miles away!

The scene that just happened is very similar to the legendary mouth-spitting flying sword. If mortals who don’t know how to practice see it, they will be scared to death.

In fact, this white air is not a flying sword.

It is only because Su Zimo's viscera became stronger after he practiced the visceral chapter that he had the strange sight of exhaling like a sword.

Of course, this white air is not lethal, let alone taking the enemy's head thousands of miles away.

After experiencing an assassination last night and refining a top-quality spiritual weapon for the bearded man, Su Zimo stayed up all night and consumed a lot of energy.

After resting for a whole morning today, I just woke up, the wound on my arm has healed, and my spirit is back to normal.

As soon as Su Zimo sat down on the stone bench in the yard, the door was pushed open.

Nian Qi ate a bunch of candied haws in his mouth, and came in with a smile on his face, as if he had encountered something interesting.

"Son, you are awake!"

Seeing Su Zimo, Nian Qi called out with bright eyes.

Su Zimo nodded and asked with a smile, "What happened, I'll make you laugh."

"Hee hee, I can't hide anything from your son."

Nian Qi ran over with a smile and sat aside.

In the past two years, Nianqi has changed a lot, not only in the realm of cultivation.

Two years ago, when Nian Qi first moved in, Su Zimo could feel that this little girl was still very wary of him.

Over time, this vigilance becomes less and less.

Nian Qi also gradually became cheerful and lively.

Nianqi said mysteriously: "Master, guess what I saw in Yongxingfang just now?"

"It has something to do with what happened last night?" Su Zimo raised his brows slightly and asked back.

Nian Qi stared at him, nodded again and again, and told the emperor's announcement vividly.

"Young master, didn't you see that the expression of the elder of the True Fire Craft Workshop is wonderful. Hmph, it's really relieved."

Su Zimo's eyes flashed with surprise.

He also did not expect that the Great Zhou Tianzi would make a statement at this time.

"Sir, the monks in the royal city are talking about this now. They all say that in the future, in the royal city, Mr. Mo can walk sideways..."

Nian Qi imitated the tone of others, and said it in harsh words, which was quite funny.

Su Zimo smiled.

when! when! when!

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Su Zimo looked at each other, a little confused.

The middle of this month is already here, and if you want to customize the top-quality spiritual tool, you can only wait until the beginning of next month. How can anyone come here at this time?

Nian Qi ran over and opened the door.

There were two monks standing at the door. One of them was a middle-aged man in a yellow Taoist robe, with a broad forehead, deep eyes, and extraordinary bearing.

The other is quite elegant, with fluttering white clothes, half a position behind the former.

Nian Qi secretly frowned.

Her spiritual peeping technique was unable to detect the cultivation realm of the two!

There are only two cases.

One, the two people in front of them practiced some kind of hidden state of practice.

The second is that the cultivation realm of the two has surpassed the Golden Core Realm and reached the Nascent Soul Realm!

In the second case, Nian Qi was immediately ruled out.

As Yuan Ying Zhenjun, there is no reason to find here.

Although Su Zimo was able to refine high-quality spiritual tools, he could not gain access to True Monarch Nascent Soul.

"Two fellow Daoists, why are you here today?" Nian Qi stood at the door and asked in front of them.

The man in the yellow robe in front smiled and said, "Little girl, this is not a way of entertaining guests, right? Just block us from talking outside?"

"Is there anything you can't say outside?" Nian Qi tilted her head and asked seriously.

The two at the door stared at each other, helpless.

The man in yellow robe smiled and said, "Little girl, I came here today because I want to meet Mr. Mo and ask Mr. Mo to help me refine a top-quality spiritual weapon..."

"no."

Before the man in yellow robe could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Nian Qi.

Nian Qi said: "My son only refines one top-quality spiritual tool every month, and an auction will be held at the beginning of the month. If you want to customize a top-quality spiritual tool, you can come here to bid at the beginning of next month."

The yellow-robed man was stunned for a moment.

For so long, no one has dared to interrupt him and shut him out.

The elegant man behind him flashed a sullen look in his eyes, frowned slightly, and said in a slightly scolding tone: "Girl, you..."

"Um?"

The man in yellow robe looked sideways slightly and stopped the elegant man.

The man in yellow robe turned his head and said with a smile, "Little girl, tell me, what was the highest price you could get for a top-quality spirit weapon when you auctioned at the beginning of the month?"

Without thinking about it, Nian Qi blurted out, "One million and two hundred thousand top-grade spirit stones."

"it is good."

The man in yellow robe nodded and said, "I'll pay double the price, and ask Mr. Mo to make a private move to help refine a top-quality spiritual weapon!"

"Two million and four million!"

Nian Qi was shocked.

This number is a bit scary, and the average Jindan real person can't come up with it.

Nian Qi couldn't make up his mind, and subconsciously looked at Su Zimo in the yard.

Su Zimo looked calm, took a sip of tea slowly, put down the tea cup, and nodded, "Let them come in."

Nian Qi stepped aside to give way, and the two men in yellow robes entered the Moling Crafting Workshop.

As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, the man in yellow robe's eyes fell on Su Zimo, a splendid gleam appeared, and he nodded.

"sit."

Su Zimo didn't get up either, pointed at the stone bench opposite, and said something.

The man in yellow robe sat down, the elegant man stood aside, looked around, paused a little on Ye Ling's body, and his eyes flickered.

Su Zimo looked at the man in yellow robe and asked casually, "What is the name of fellow Daoist?"

"My surname is Zhou." The man in yellow robe didn't change his face.

Su Zimo nodded and said nothing.

The man in yellow robe smiled slightly and asked, "Mr. Mo has been admired for a long time. I don't know where Mr. Mo is from, and who is the master of this craftsmanship?"

Su Zimo raised his head, played with a teacup in his hand, looked at the man in yellow robe with a half-smile, and asked, "Don't you want to make a tool? What is the purpose of inquiring about my origin now?"

"Mr. Mo is over-hearted, and I was also curious, so I subconsciously asked." The yellow-robed man looked as usual, and it seemed that he really had no intention of asking.

The man in yellow robe nodded to the elegant man next to him.

The elegant man took out 30 pieces of equipment refining materials from the storage bag, and sorted out 2.4 million top-grade spiritual tools, all of which were placed in the storage bag and placed in front of Su Zimo.