Immortal Fu Forever 167_Chapter 167 Soul Burning Furnace (Thank you I'm not a beauty!) Classmates, classmates who sing a song every day, eternal classmates promised by the gods, and the pink of praying for rain and clear classmates~! O(∩_∩)O~Thank you for the reward from Zhouxi~! The house decided to buy a ticket in advance to go home for retreat, the outside environment is really not suitable for the house, and it is better to stay away from the east and east of the vacation Shenma, alas~)

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"That Nangong Zangfeng, the origin is unknown, how can Elder Taishang ......?"

"You don't understand this, that old ancestor is thoughtful, and his actions are the most difficult to guess, recognizing that Nangong Zangfeng must have a deep meaning, even if that person is not his old man's bloodline, he will admit it, no...... Oh, that's it. How much can a wild species that is recognized from the outside do much, and it is good to put it on the bright side and block the dark arrows. Zhao Cangyu said indifferently, he didn't believe it, just because of any token, the ancestor completely believed in a kid who suddenly appeared.

There was a lot of strange things about it, but for now, it seemed that it was okay with him, and he was happy to watch from the sidelines.

The people below didn't dare to answer, and when it came to the elders in the sect, there were many mistakes.

"Prepare, when I come back from the sect, I will go and propose marriage to that ink-dyed clothes!" Zhao Cangyu closed his eyes and thought for a while, then suddenly spoke.

"Young master?!" The eyes of the people below widened, and even Zhao Cangyu's always disliked the title jumped out unconsciously.

"Do as I say, this matter is done, and I won't care about the previous things." His eyes narrowed slightly, and he said dissatisfied.

With a stirring spirit, he naturally knew that what the young master was talking about was what he had deceived and made up before.

"Yes." He said in his heart that this task is really not difficult, the young master has a lot of money, and the marriage of the cultivator, everything else is secondary. A generous dowry is the most important thing.

Pile up a spirit stone in the past, it is a woman made of Bingxin, I am afraid that it will also be melted.

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Since that time, swaggering with purple gold fritillary. Ink-dyed clothes have earned a little fame, and even the business of her shop has improved a lot.

Not only did a few more flying swords be sold, but the purchase of materials was also quite smooth. The price she gave was to the point, and she never over-underpaid the price. Gradually, a few people habitually came to her to sell materials.

"Mo Daoyou, this is a good thing, in other places, without three thousand spirit stones, you will definitely not be able to take it." The little old man with two mustaches and a shrewd face deliberately lowered his voice. The eyes are bright and bright, and I will give you benefits, and I am sorry for me if you don't buy it.

The ink-dyed clothes were turned over and over in his hand, and he looked up timidly, looking at him apologetically, "This ghost cultivation thing...... It's not easy to shoot......"

There are also 3,000 spirit stones, and the ink dyed clothes really want to knock it hard with a hammer, when she is wronged?

It's not just that it's hard to sell, in Colorful Cloud City, it's simply a box of goods that can't be sold for hundreds of years. I don't know where this old boy got it from, so he broke the furnace and wanted to sell it to her at a high price, dreaming!

"This is a real soul incinerator!" The little old man shouted. An expression that you don't know what to do.

Soul burning? Listen to this name, what can she use this stove for? Stuff all the yin souls in the soul bead and burn them all? Her little chubby girl doesn't carry a double sword and fights with her!

Her fat girl has never opened her stomach, but she has eaten "full" with her heart, and she is still burning? Burn your head!

Mo Dye Yi wanted to tell him that she was practicing the authentic Taoist Xuanfa, but this explanation seemed very pale after she smashed a large amount of spirit stones to purchase soul beads several times.

Even the identity of the refiner can't hide it for her, who told her that the amount of ghost sword butterfly food has increased, alas, think about the wolf tooth and the princess, the piles of blood food don't know where to eat, and they are still so "petite"......

Or, the products of the ink-dyed clothes are all dry and not fat?

"Daoyou also know that the business of my small shop is not very good, and there are not many idle spirit stones in my hands, and most of the meteorite iron sold to me last time Daoist friends are still in my hands......" Mo Dye Yi said very embarrassed.

"Didn't you sell all your meteoric iron swords!" The little old man blurted out, obviously not believing that the ink dyeing funds had not been returned.

"Don't you think I'm lying?" Her eyes widened, both surprised and aggrieved, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, her eyes quickly covered with a layer of mist, she took a long breath, tried her best to calm down, and pretended to be indifferent: "Daoist friends, look at yourself." ”

With a wave of his hand, there was a loud "bang", and a large piece of meteorite iron shining with a little silver light suddenly appeared between the two of them.

The two mustaches shook unnaturally, and doubts flashed in their eyes.

"It's true that the small shop sold the meteorite sword, but my skills are not high, and it took a lot of time to smelt this meteorite iron, and I made a flying sword in one go, but the waste was not small, and I had no spare strength to refine it again, so I put it down temporarily."

The landlord's family has no surplus grain, please, don't come to my sister to fight the autumn wind here?!

"But this soul incineration furnace is really a rare good thing, it is naturally very beneficial to ghost cultivation, and it is also ...... in the hands of some monks who raise spirit ghosts" The little old man shook his head decadently, "That's it, Taoist friends are not interested, I don't force it, buying and selling is not benevolent, next time the little old man will start something, and then come to appreciate it with Taoist friends." ”

How could he not know that this Soul Burning Furnace was not used by anyone except for ghost cultivation, and it was beneficial to spirits and ghosts, but this price was obviously not something that ordinary monks could afford.

If you change to a place where ghost cultivators often haunt, you can naturally sell it for a good price, but this road is far away, and he is not as familiar as him in Colorful Cloud City, and he has many ways, he is a monk of the third layer of the Qi refining period, and he is shaking around with such a thing worth thousands of spirit stones, don't buy it and don't find it, so he sent the old life first!

"Spirits?" The ink-dyed clothes' eyes flashed, and he looked very curious, and asked, "What does it have to do with spirits and ghosts?" Could it be that the quality of the spirit ghost burn will be better? ”

"No, no, no." The little old man shook his head vigorously, "Let's take an analogy, let's eat, fry and fry for the sake of making the food more delicious, this soul burning furnace has the same effect." Light the incense with the yin soul and turn it into the purest ghost energy......"

Mo Dyeyi's heart moved, and he silently glanced at the ghost sword butterfly hanging in the void. The fat girl's bun face bloomed like a flower, a pair of big eyes stuck to the soul incinerator, and her small mouth kept squirming. Chi Guoguo looks greedy.

"It's really a good thing to hear Daoyou say this......" Ink-dyed clothes pretended to move. Intentionally or unintentionally, I aimed at the stove.

The old man obviously didn't expect this reaction from the ink-dyed clothes, how could it be that it was the first time he had heard of this soul incinerator?

To say that he is willing to deal with this little girl, it is because this girl has a wide range of knowledge, has a lot of rare and precious materials, and has dabbled in refining weapons, and at first glance she is a child cultivated by everyone. At this point, he would never be mistaken, with his cultivation at the third level of the Qi refining period, he could be like a fish in water in this Colorful Cloud City, relying on this unique eyesight!

According to his observations, most of this Mo Daoyou is a ghost keeper.

Otherwise, how could there be so many soul beads? It's just that she didn't expect that she hadn't heard of the Soul Incinerator, and it was really ...... Contradiction.

Incomprehensible!

"Three thousand spirit stones, it's too much. I really can't get it out. The ink-dyed clothes cautiously asked, "How about a thousand spirit stones?" ”

The little old man's eyes widened, his nose was panting, and his beard was flying wildly, "What are you kidding?" A thousand spirit stones?! He looked the stove up and down, poking one of his feet with his fingers, "It's almost as good to buy a leg!" ”

The eyes of the ink-dyed clothes crossed helplessly, and it was not once or twice to deal with this old man, the things that the old man took out were all good, but this is good, how much it has a little water, just like this soul incinerator, put it in the hands of people who know the goods, three thousand spirit stones, may really be taken without blinking, but when you meet useless people, let alone a thousand spirit stones, I am afraid that a hundred spirit stones will not come out.

The same is true of the meteorite iron last time, if she hadn't refined the Burning Yin Spiritual Fire, she wouldn't have been able to melt this meteorite iron at all, and the medium-grade magic weapon meteorite iron sword refined with this iron would not be looked down upon by monks above the foundation building period, and the monks who sold it in the qi refining period would not make much money, if it weren't for her joy when she saw the hunt, and she had double the output, she wouldn't have bought it at all, this little old man is used to reselling these "chicken ribs" goods, you say it's worth it, you don't need so many spirit stones to sell it for another person, you say it's not worth it, this little old man can have a nose is a nose and eyes are eyes to sue you, in such and such a year, in such and such a place, someone bought the same thing with how many spirit stones......

"How much do you want?" Within the scope of affordability, she doesn't mind spending more spirit stones to confirm her reputation as a "wronged leader".

This is also intangible wealth, and if it is labeled like this, more people will come to the door with materials.

Therefore, it is not easy to say whether she has suffered a loss, just treat it as advertising money.

"Two thousand three hundred spirit stones!" The little old man continued to blow his beard and glare, "I won't sell a single spirit stone missing!" ”

"One thousand two."

"Two thousand two!"

"One thousand two hundred and five!"

……

In the end, the ink-dyed clothes bought the soul burning furnace for 1,500 spirit stones, and after the silver goods were gone, the little old man left as if he had his ass burned.

Shut down the store decisively!

The fat girl came out, rubbing the stove and rubbing it, smirking vigorously.

"Look at your little bit of interest!" Ink-dyed clothes hated iron and steel, and pointed at her little head.

The little baby-like head swayed, and the little dough-like hands let go of the soul incinerator, and leaned over to pull the corners of the ink-dyed clothes, and their noses were full of longing.

Resignedly, he took out a soul bead, opened the lid of the furnace, placed it on the round tray in the middle, closed the lid, and bounced a little spark through his fingertips.

"Teng" the entire furnace body was immediately shrouded in a faint blue light, a radius of three feet were covered under this mysterious glow, a touch of light blue smoke rose in a curling manner, the fat girl flapped her wings and hovered around the light blue smoke, a face of dreamy intoxication, with the smoke floating in the air in a circle, the expression was very pleasant.

Mo dyed clothes couldn't help but support her forehead, why did she hurry up like buying a "smoking gun" for a small thing?

This thing...... It's not addictive, is it?

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