Eternal Sacred King

Chapter 271

Mo Ling Craft Factory.

Su Zimo stepped out of the room, squinting at the noon sun hanging high in the sky, his eyes gradually disappeared.

Su Zimo's body shook, and a series of crackling sounds came from the body, as if fried beans, with bones and bones, blood like the tide!

call!

Su Zimo opened his mouth, exhaled a long white gas, solid like a sword, and shot a few meters away before gradually disintegrating.

In the myths and legends spread by the people, the immortals can fly through clouds, spit flying swords, and take the enemy's first rank thousands of miles away!

The scene that just happened is very similar to the legendary spit flying sword. If it is seen by mortals who do not understand the practice, I am afraid that it will be scared to death.

In fact, this Baiqi is not a flying sword.

It was only after Su Zimo's cultivation of the dirty articles that the viscera became stronger, and there was a strange landscape exhaling like a sword.

Of course, this white gas has no lethality, let alone take the enemy's first rank thousands of miles away.

After an assassination last night, he made a superb magic weapon for the Han man. Su Zimo did not sleep all night, and his energy was not small.

I rested for a whole morning today, and I just woke up. The injury on my arm was healed and my spirit was restored.

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

Nianqi ate a bunch of rock candy gourds in her mouth, walked in, and smiled, as if she had encountered something fun.

"My son, you are awake!"

When Nian Qi saw Su Zimo, her eyes were bright and she called.

Su Zimo nodded, and asked with a smile: "What happened? Look at you laughing."

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

Nian Qi came 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 Nianqi had just moved in, Su Zimo could feel that this little girl still had a lot of caution to him.

Over time, this alert has diminished.

Nian Qi gradually became more cheerful and lively.

Nianqi said mysteriously: "My son, guess what, what did I see at Yongxingfang just now?"

"Related to last night?" Su Zimo frowned slightly, asking instead.

Nianqi stared at her eyes, nodded again and again, and said the matter of the announcement of the emperor.

"Son, you haven't seen it. The expression of the elder in the Real Fire Refinery Workshop is wonderful. Huh, it's really deflated."

There was a touch of surprise in Su Zimo's eyes.

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

"Son, now the monks in Wangcheng are talking about this. They all said that in the future, in the Wangcheng, Mr. Mo can walk away ..."

Nianqi learned the tone of others and spoke it out loud, which was quite funny.

Su Zimo smiled.

when! when! when!

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

Su Zimo both looked at each other, both confused.

This month has reached the middle of the month. If you want to customize Need for Magic, you can only wait until the beginning of next month. How can anyone come at this time?

Nian Qi ran over and opened the door.

At the door stood two monks, one of whom was a middle-aged man in a yellow robe, with a wide forehead, a deep look, and an extraordinary manner.

The other is quite elegant, fluttering in white, half behind the former.

Nian Qi frowned secretly.

Her spying technique can't detect the realm of the two people's cultivation!

There are only two cases.

One is that the two of them are practicing a certain hidden technique.

The second is that the cultivation of two people has transcended Jin Dan and reached Yuan Ying Realm!

In the second case, Nian Qi was ruled out for the first time.

As Yuan Ying Zhenjun, I didn't find it here.

Although Su Zimo was able to make the best spiritual artifacts, he could not enter the eyes of Yuan Ying Zhenjun.

"Two Taoists, why did you come here today?" Nian Qi stood at the door and asked in front of them.

The man in the yellow robe in front of him said with a smile: "Little girl, isn't this the way to treat guests, just keep us out?"

"Is there anything I can't say outside?" Nianqi asked, leaning her head seriously.

The two at the door looked at each other speechlessly, and both were helpless.

The man in the yellow robe laughed: "Little girl, I came here today, I wanted to meet Mr. Mo, and asked Mr. Mo to help, make a superb magic weapon ..."

"No."

Before the man in Huangpao finished speaking, he was interrupted by Nianqi.

Nian Qi said: "My son only refined one of the best spiritual artifacts every month, and will hold an auction at the beginning of the month. You want to customize the best spiritual artifacts and wait for the auction here next month.

The yellow robe man froze.

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

There was a dark tint in the eyes of the elegant man behind him, a slight frown, and a slightly scolding tone, saying, "Girl, you ..."

"Ok?"

The man in the yellow robe turned his head slightly, stopping the elegant man.

The man in the yellow robe turned his head and said with a smile, "Little girl, tell me, before you bid at the beginning of the month, what price did you get for a superb magic weapon?"

Nianqi didn't want to think about it, and blurted out, "1.2 million top-quality spirits."

"it is good."

The man in the yellow robe nodded and said, "I double the price. Please ask Mr. Mo to do it privately to help make a superb magic weapon!"

"2.4 million!"

Nian Qi was startled.

This number is a bit scary, and ordinary Jin Dan people can't get it at all.

Nianqi couldn't decide, 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 flashed to make way, the two men in the yellow robes walked into the Mo Ling Refining Workshop.

As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, the man in the yellow robe fell on Su Zimo's body, showing a glimmer of color and nodding.

"sit."

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

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

Su Zimo looked at the man in Huangpao, and seemed to ask casually: "What is the name of Taoist?"

"My surname is Zhou." The man in the yellow robe did not change his face.

Su Zimo nodded and didn't speak.

The man in the yellow robe smiled slightly and asked, "For Mr. Mo, it has been a long time since then. I don't know where Mr. Mo comes from. Who is this master of skill?"

Su Zimo raised his head, playing with a tea cup in his hand, and looked at the man in the yellow robe with a smile, asking instead: "Aren't Taoists trying to refine? What is the purpose of exploring my history now?"

"Mr. Mo is more attentive, and I am curious, so I subconsciously ask a question." The man in the yellow robe looked as usual, it seemed like he was really inadvertently asking.

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

The Ruya man took out 30 parts of the refining material from the storage bag, and sorted out 2.4 million top-quality spirits, put them all into the storage bag, and placed it in front of Su Zimo.

(End of this chapter)