Eternal Sacred King

Chapter 253: Sympathy

Ordinary Feijian can be purchased at Tianbao Pavilion.

However, if you want to make a flying sword that suits you best, the size, weight, and material used to cast the flying sword are all according to your own requirements, you can only customize it at each refinery workshop.

Defensive spirits, such as clothes and nails, are even more so.

Each person has a different body shape and naturally needs to be tailored.

At this moment in line, Su Zimo had observed almost.

Generally speaking, custom Chinese spirits need 3,000 to 5,000 Chinese spirits, and the materials should be prepared in three copies.

Customized top-quality spirits, ranging from 3,000 to 5,000 top-quality spirits, should be prepared with as many as ten materials!

It took a while before Su Zimo was discharged.

Su Zimo groaned a little and asked: "Dare to ask my friends, custom artifacts, and bring your own materials. I can understand why you need to prepare three copies of your own? You still need to prepare ten copies of your own custom top-quality artifacts."

Upon hearing this sentence, the disciples of Zhenhuomen sneered: "Are you pretending to be stupid?" Can it be 100% successful? "

"The higher the level of the artifact, the lower the success rate of the Spirit, and the amount of self-provided materials will naturally increase. Even so, we have taken risks."

The real firemen in the Refiner Workshop looked at Su Zimo's gaze, with obvious irony.

"This person doesn't understand anything, so he came to customize a magic weapon."

"I don't know where the buns came from. I have never seen them before."

"I guess this kid is poor and white, and he's here for fun."

After hearing these arguments, Su Zimo smiled and refuted, and continued to ask, "What's the price for a custom superb magic weapon?"

"Haha!"

There was a laughter inside and outside the Real Fire Refinery Workshop.

"Let's just say, this guy just came here to make fun of him, and pretended to look as if he knew him well."

"Customized Need for Magic, he could also ask such words, and laughed at me."

One said with emotion: "It's really ignorant."

Su Zimo calmly looked at the real firemen disciples who were giggling across, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

A monk standing behind Su Zimo seemed unbearable in his heart and whispered: "Taoyou, there is no custom magic weapon, even if someone prepares a hundred materials, no refiner dares to take over. Refining Spirit Devices need chance and luck, and the failure rate is too high. "

"Um." Su Zimo nodded.

This person again said: "The refiner can make a superb magic weapon in his life, which is enough to make a name for himself! And the price of a superb magic weapon is not fixed. If he throws it into an auction house, he can sell a minimum of 50 Millions of good spirits. If someone is bidding, it is possible to sell a million! "

There are three spirit patterns on top-grade spirits, which sells up to five thousand top-grade spirit stones.

The superb magic weapon has only one more spiritual pattern than the top grade, and the price is a hundred times more expensive!

The gap can be imagined.

"Don't be in the ink, get me out!"

The shopkeeper of Zhenhuo Lianfangfang came over and waved his hand towards Su Zimo, without concealing the disgust in his eyes.

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

After saying this, Su Zimo turned and left.

...

After exploring the market, Su Zimo already knew.

And Su Zimo is more convinced that his own refinery will become the largest one in the king city, and even the real fire refinery will be stepped on his feet!

Without going far, Su Zimo's heart moved, and his gaze swept across a corner not far away.

There was a fourteen-year-old little girl curled up, sitting on the ground, dirty and ragged, her yellow hair was scattered, her face was stained, but her eyes were clear.

A gust of cold wind passed, and the little girl shrank her neck and squeezed her lips tightly, shaking.

For some reason, Su Zimo thought of Xiao Ning when he saw this little girl.

When Xiao Ning left, she was a few years older than the little girl.

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

A little fear flashed in the little girl's eyes, hesitant, and did not take over the oil paper.

Su Zimo also didn't force it, put the oil paper next to the little girl, took out a blue shirt from the storage bag, and put it on the little girl gently before standing up.

This move made the little girl less alert to Su Zimo.

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

Su Zimo was about to leave, and Ye Ling suddenly moved in her arms, pulled out a small black head, and glanced at the little girl.

Before Su Zimo talked, Ye Ling suddenly jumped out, ran to the little girl, and probed her nose to smell something on the little girl.

"what!"

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

Su Zimo frowned, and dragged Yeling back into his arms.

Ye Ling wasn't hiding abnormally, but leaned into his little head and kept looking at the little girl.

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

The little girl kept silent, but stared at Su Zimo with extreme alertness.

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

The two never knew each other, and Pingshui met. Su Zimo felt something. She thought of Xiao Ning and gave her a meal.

Su Zimo walked towards his residence.

Without going too far, Su Zimo's heart moved, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Su Zimo's Yu Guang glanced at the little girl wrapped in his blue shirt, gorging on buns, and just behind him, keeping a certain distance.

Su Zimo smiled and didn't care.

Before long, Su Zimo had come to the door of Yongxingfang.

On the side of the gate of Yongxingfang, there is a large circle of people. Although there are a large number of people, it is extremely quiet, and only the sound from the crowd can be heard.

"But it said that the battle lasted for two days and two nights. It was dark and landslides. The dragon was finally chopped under the sword by this man. The corpses on the ground were bleeding and wandering. It was extremely tragic!"

In the middle of the crowd, an old man with a Confucian view and wearing a gown was telling the story.

This is a storyteller who wanders among the folks, and the strange and spooky things made up by Hu are not real, and Su Zimo has heard much more.

But for some reason, when I heard these words from the old man, Su Zimo's eyes could not help but emerged from the periphery of the ancient ruins, that horrible bone!

Su Zimo shook his head and didn't think about it, but he secretly shouted, "Shenlong just appeared, some people have made up the story of Shenlong, and there is something like that."

At this moment, someone yelled, "Storyteller, you just talked about this in the morning."

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

Suzi Morton stayed in shape, slowly turned his head, and looked at the old man in the crowd.

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

(End of this chapter)