Wen Yiming swayed drunkenly, and in the continuous inquiry, he finally found a money bank. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

After exchanging the golden ticket, it was divided into several small cloth bags and thrown into the storage space.

Then, step by step, he came to the blacksmith shop. As soon as he stood outside the shop, the black-faced man rushed to him with three steps and two steps, and said with a smile: "Good man, you have come just in time, the weapon has been cast for you, and it is completely processed according to the drawings you have drawn, exactly the same, and it is guaranteed to satisfy you." ”

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and waved his big hand in the shop, and shouted, "Guys, bring out this hero's weapon." ”

After a while, two shirtless men walked out with great difficulty, carrying a long golden stick.

Wen Yiming stepped forward with oblique drunken eyes, raised his hand and lifted the seven-foot long stick, and then held the long stick with both hands and weighed it, it was estimated that it was about three hundred catties, Wen Yiming was still quite satisfied. Although the workmanship is a little rough, it is indeed a bit difficult for an ordinary blacksmith to meet his standards.

The long stick is golden all over, but there is no bright luster; at both ends of the stick, there is a finger-thick rope pattern, which feels uneven and has a unique feel.

"Are you still satisfied?" said the black-faced man, rubbing his hands together and smiling flatteringly.

Wenming burped and nodded, "Not bad, if you can answer me a question, I can give you another hundred gold coins!!"

The black-faced man first had a happy look on his face, then his face showed a contemplative look, his eyes rolled around, and he said, "I don't know what the good man asked?"

The reaction of the black-faced man fell into Wen Yiming's eyes without leaking. I thought to myself, this big black man is not an honest man with simple minds and limbs. Then he smiled faintly and said, "I'm curious, what rare materials are added to this long stick?" Don't worry, I'm not a local. ”

After finishing speaking, the face that was still kind just now suddenly changed, and he stared coldly into the eyes of the black-faced man, "Of course, I can also go to a high-grade armory pavilion for consultation, if others ask about the origin of this long stick, I have to tell the truth." ”

The black-faced man's expression changed uncertainly, he was silent for a moment, then raised his head and said, "I can tell you, but you have to promise me that this matter will end here, and I can do without a single gold coin." The corners of Wen Yiming's mouth curled slightly, he took out a bag of gold coins, and poured all the gold coins on the counter with a bang. A large pile of golden gold coins shook the eyes of the black-faced man with greed.

Wen Yiming sneered and pushed the gold coin in front of the black-faced man, and said: "You'd better tell the truth, if you let me know, you have half a lie! Hmph, to tell you the truth, the deity is a member of the Buddhist sect." ”

In the restaurant, Wen Yiming heard the whispers of people in the Buddhist sect, and he was secretly amused, this Buddhism is indeed a bit domineering!

On the first floor of the Twin Cities Pavilion of the Scriptures, he saw an introduction to Buddhism.

Only the Eastern Sen and the Western Regions have Buddhist religions in the Tianci Continent, especially the Thousand Buddha Temple in the Western Regions, and believers are all over the Western Regions. Usually it looks kind and kind-eyed, harmless to humans and animals, but its fierce and fierce fighting style has made countless martial cultivators talk about Buddha and change their colors.

I didn't think that I played the role of "League of Legends" on a whim, and I was mistaken for a person from the Buddhist sect, hehe! Since this is the case, then I will show the domineering spirit of this hero in the battle for the ruins of the Great Rift.

Hearing Wen Yiming's soft and hard words, the black-faced man showed a look of horror on his face. Ordinary people like him don't know much about Buddhism. However, for a long time, I have been building weapons for some martial arts cultivators with limited net worth in the blacksmith shop, and I have heard some words about Buddhism.

The black-faced man stretched his neck and looked around, then glanced at Wen Yiming in awe, and said in a low voice: "Senior monk, the younger one also cultivated in his early years, but because he was not talented enough, he gave up before the third level of body refining. Later, when he was going to Puhan City to find some way to make a living, he found more than a dozen corpses when he passed through Dian Zhong Mountain. The little one had the audacity to search through all the corpses, and finally found a small box tightly held by a corpse. After I took the box, I opened such a blacksmith shop in Purhan City with the money I had found. ”

Wen Yiming asked, "What's in the box?"

The black-faced man secretly glanced at Wen Yiming, and when he saw that his face remained unchanged, he continued: "I haven't touched this box for ten years, and there is nothing in it except for two unknown metal ores. One piece of your long stick was used to make a monk, and there is one piece left. ”

"Give me the rest of the piece, with the box!" Wen Yiming took out a bag of gold coins again and threw it to the black-faced man.

The black-faced man took the bag with both hands, and his face was a little less nervous. I thought that it was useless to keep these things, so it was better to take this opportunity to end them. Anyway, his blacksmith shop is only for those ordinary people, and even if he builds a blade, some martial cultivators who have no money come here. Every time I recommended those poor martial cultivators to use those two pieces of metal, I refused to mention the gold coins. I finally met a generous monk, which is unbelievable.

So while putting away the gold coins on the counter, he held two bags of gold coins and said, "Senior monk, please come with me!"

Passing through a small rest room, the two of them came to a storage room, where various weapons and farm tools were stacked.

The black-faced man came to a large black iron cabinet, took out the key to open the cabinet door, put two bags of gold coins in it, took out a metal box half a foot square, handed it to Wen Yiming, and said, "Monk, that's all the little one knows." I didn't touch anything inside except for a piece of metal ore on your weapon. You see......"

Wen Yiming took the box and felt cold in his hand, weighing about twenty pounds. Such a small box has such a weight, and it is just the material of this box, which is extraordinary at first glance.

"Don't worry, I've never been to your blacksmith shop!" Wen Yiming turned around and put the box into the storage space. Then he walked away briskly with a long stick.

"Thank you, monk...", and when the black-faced man reacted to Wen Yiming's words, where was there a second person in the storage room. "This monk is blind and runs so fast..."

Wen Yiming took a turn around Puhan City, and the storage belt was already filled with a large amount of dry food and daily things. Of course, there are more than a dozen jars of good wine. And at a nice winery, I bought a large metal wine gourd. After filling a full gourd of wine and replacing the original gourd, I found an inn to live in.

As soon as he entered the guest room, Wen Yiming locked the door, put down the long stick, took out the metal box, and looked at it.

The box is jet black, without any pattern and color, and there is no locked buckle. The box was opened, and the warm milky white jade was inlaid into the inner wall of the box, and a dark gold metal ore the size of a baby's fist lay inside.

"Jiuyan Gengjing!" Wen Yiming blurted out first, and then frowned. I was secretly surprised, how could I know Jiuyan Gengjing? I have never even heard of this name......! I am now in the late stage of Ming Jin, because I am getting closer and closer to the realm of dark energy, and the so-called 'strongest soul' is ready to activate?

After months of selfless cultivation, Wen Yiming had almost forgotten about it. The fact that he could identify countless herbs for no apparent reason had led him to speculate about the 'strongest soul'. Now this unheard-of metal ore was subconsciously recognized by him, and he had to remind him of the experiments of that group of madmen again.

If it can activate some racial talents, I really don't know what kind of creatures this talent can recognize unknown objects belongs to. This is a special match for the discrimination in the game!

Wen Yiming put aside his senseless speculation, picked up a piece of Jiuyan Gengjin and looked at it, except for feeling particularly heavy, he didn't see anything unusual. That flash of recognition didn't appear anymore, and he estimated that after reaching the dark energy realm, he should be able to figure out what was going on.

Put down the Jiuyan Gengjing, and just as he was about to close the box and put it into the storage belt, the box made an inaudible sound because of the Jiuyan Gengjing being put down.

"Huh?" If it weren't for Wen Yiming's keen hearing, Wu Xiu, who was below the martial artist stage, would not have been able to erase this subtle voice at all.

"There's a dark layer!"