Fishing the Myriad Heavens

Beifeng squinted his eyes, enjoying this rare food.

A fragrant smell spread in the mouth of Beifeng, which lasted forever.

Beifeng opened his eyes, scooped a spoonful of blood-red porridge with a spoon and put it in his mouth.

After each grain of Lingmi, the size of a peanut, breaks through a layer of elastic rice, the glutinous rice is extremely soft and tastes good.

Originally this Lingmi tasted very good, but the flaw was that it didn't have any taste.

But today the umami flavour is perfect to make up for this defect!

The long-lasting umami taste in your mouth at this time is matched by the tasteless Lingmi!

Beifeng's index finger moved, while the little fox was also howling, enjoying the expression on his face.

A whole pot of Lingmi was eaten by the north wind, and only a few sauces were left on the dish.

Patting the belly with satisfaction, Beifeng did not waste time, sat cross-legged, and began carrying Yuanli.

This spirit rice is the best tonic, and the heaven and earth essence contained in shell meat is even more terrifying.

If you change to foods that lack the essence of heaven and earth and lack of potency, I am afraid that they are ten times a hundred times more than they are today.

The heaven and earth essence contained in this shellfish is extremely rich. The flesh and blood left by the north wind is the essence of it. Don't look at only a piece of shellfish the size of a millstone, but the heaven and earth essence contained in it is no less than one. The strain of holy medicine is bad!

Beifeng's stomach rose warmly and comfortably. With the operation of Yuanli, a large amount of heaven and earth essence was absorbed by Yuanli.

"The environment on this star has basically been touched, and it is time to return to the camp."

The north wind rose, and the previously consumed Yuanli had been fully filled. Looking up, the north wind rose into the sky and rushed towards the sky.

A month later, a small town appeared in front of Beifeng.

There are not many people in the city. I am afraid there are only a few thousand people. The rest are like drops of water and merge into this star like the sea.

The thousands of people who stayed behind were most of all kinds of logistics, and part of Qingtianwei.

Beifeng was able to enter the city after confirming his identity through the battleship at the gate of the city.

Beifeng this time was to recast the shark-toothed sword. Originally, he wanted to recast the shark-toothed sword in the ancient Emperor Tianzong. However, due to various delays, it has been delayed until now.

At this time, it is difficult to return to the sky star in a short period of time, and naturally it can only recast the shark-tooth sword in this world.

Naturally, the Emperor Tianzong also considered the importance of logistics, so not only the disciples who are full-time combatants, but also those who are in charge of logistics.

There are many types of personnel in charge of logistics. There are array mages, spiritual planters, and refiners.

To some extent, these logistics personnel are no less important than those like Beifeng.

The north wind quickly came to a large hall in the city, explaining the intention.

"Is that you want to recast the weapon?"

A gray-haired old man stood in front of Beifeng and asked.

The old man's face looked old, but in reality the blood and blood in his body was like an oven, terrifying. His right arm was thicker than his left arm, and his palms and tiger's mouth were filled with calluses.

"I've seen the deacon, yes, I want to recast my weapon."

The North Wind did not neglect. The old man was trained at least in the emperor's realm, and was even a foundry master.

It stands to reason that the cultivation of the emperor's realm is not capable of being a great deacon, but the ability of the other side to be a master of the refiner is great for Zongmen.

"Show me the weapon. In addition to the question of materials, do you produce the materials yourself, or are you from the Zongmen?"

The old man couldn't deny it, his face remained unchanged, and he continued.

"What a killing sword! It's just that the materials are a bit poor, too simple."

The old man took the shark-toothed sword handed over by Beifeng, stroked every inch of the blade of the shark-toothed sword with a rough hand, and then sighed.

The sword is a killer, as long as it can kill the sword is a good sword.

"Deacon, I will produce the main materials myself. If some other materials are needed, I will provide them."

Beifeng has no opinion on this, after all, karma has a specialization, but he knows nothing about casting.

"Well, in addition, the old man needs to take a shot, contribute 100,000 points, depending on the difficulty of forging."

The old man said nothing at all, and said directly.

"Yes, this is my main stuff."

Beifeng nodded his head, cursing inwardly, it was so dark, and then he took out a skeleton of the desert tribe from the small world.

"Add money! 100,000 is not enough, at least 300,000 contribution points!"

The old man looked at the bone taken out by Beifeng, expressionless, and said.

Beifeng also stayed, did this old guy want to pit himself?

Aren't they starting at 100,000? As soon as I took out this deserted corpse's bones, the shooting fee rose to 300,000 contribution points?

Wouldn't this old guy be looking at his remaining contribution points to make a quote?

Beifeng thought silently, this old guy is darker than himself.

"Why did the deacon rise so much at once?"

Beifeng resisted the impulse of hands and asked with his teeth.

"You little guy, are you going to take advantage of me? This desert corpse is not so good at extracting waste gold. My old man is very old. It is very laborious to extract waste gold!"

The old man said rightly, proudly.

Beifeng opened his mouth and walked ~ www.readwn.com ~ You are old and you are right.

"Extend your hand and stretch your tibia."

The tone of the old man made Beifeng feel like a trained grandson. .

Beifeng does it, no one can stop himself from refining, and can only rely on this old guy.

I don't know this old man will forge in this city, but the strongest forging magic soldier is this old man.

Beifeng didn't want to give the shark-tooth sword to some inexperienced refiners to practice.

If you want to find the best one, isn't there such a sentence?

Except for expensive things, everything is good.

Cheap things are not good except cheap.

Beifeng thinks it makes sense.

"What are you going to do with the extra money?"

The old man motioned for the north wind to stop, then pointed at the bones on the ground.

"How to deal with the extra? Of course, join the shark-tooth sword together!"

Beifeng took for granted.

"You are a fool. I'm afraid that this barren gold can be refined into dozens of pieces. Forging your sword to death will also add ten barren gold. No matter how much you can't even burn a fire stick!"

The old man yelled and was distressed.

"Huh? Isn't it more the better?"

Beifeng looked puzzled.

"I can see it. You're a mallet. Leave it alone. Leave the rest to me."

The old man drove the north wind out of the hall.

Standing at the entrance of the main hall, Beifeng was still a bit, and he could be seen. The co-author of this old guy is not pretending to be majestic, but he is estimated to be blank except the refiner.

Beifeng turned around and took two steps, then patted his head, yelled, "Old man, at least tell me when I can come to fetch the sword!"

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