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Xinglian's gaze swept over the pendant on his chest, and he decided in his heart that this thing should be a space pendant, and there were probably many treasures of the old man hidden in it.

This old man is so old, he should have collected a lot of things over the years, and if he has the opportunity in the future, he must scavenge them all.

The white light shone brightly, and it was not until three stones of different colors appeared in the old man's hand that it slowly dimmed.

"Hey, stinky old man, why is the color different?" Xing Lianle took the last piece of spirit refining stone that also appeared in his hand and asked the wine man curiously.

The wine man snorted, and watched as Xinglian swaggered and hugged all three big stones into his arms. "There is naturally a difference in the level of spirit refining stones, and the weapons that can be refined from good stones are also even higher."

"Level?"

"Yes, the spirit refining stone is divided into red-orange-yellow-green-cyan-blue-purple-inky black-white-**** ten kinds, red is the lowest, **** is the highest, don't look at the grade of the spar in my hand is not high, but it is also difficult to find, you have to cherish it."

"Green is the fourth-class ......" Xing Lian muttered, suddenly remembering the blue spar that Qiao Muyun gave her that day.

It's weird, it's amazing, she actually refined the sixth-grade spar like a splash...... According to this old man, that thing should have been brought back by Qiao Muyun with a lot of effort.

Seeing that Xing Lian was holding the spar and looking at it carefully, the wine man said, "These three old decays were not given to you for nothing, in time, you must return with the upper refining machine." ”

"I know, I know, dead old man, you are really good enough to pick the door, three stones have been talking for so long." Xinglian waved his hand impatiently, but he was thinking that he seemed to still have a seventh-grade black spar on his body.

This is going to be sent......

"You girl has no virtue in her mouth, be careful that you can't marry in the future, what a dead old man, the old man is called Ning drunk."

"Got it, old man Ning." The corners of her lips furled, and she smiled, "The name really complements your identity as a wine seller." ”

"Hmph." Ning Zui snorted lightly, took one last look at the spar in her arms, and turned her head away reluctantly.

Xing Lian didn't mind, and jumped behind him, "Since I'm leaving, then Old Man Ning, can you take out the wine hidden behind your back?" ”

As early as on the path near the Mohe River, she smelled that the old man was carrying wine behind him, but because the two were on opposite sides at that time, their lives were at stake, so she didn't mention it, and now that some things have been abducted, the wine ...... Of course, she didn't want to let it go.

……

On the way back, Xinglian handed over the spirit refining stone to the Four Winds Beiling, and asked him to store it in his spatial ring, and snuggled up in the corner of the carriage by himself, drinking the wine he had snatched easily.

The space storage is a good thing, and there are so many things she has to loot in the future, if she doesn't get one, otherwise, won't she be remembered by thieves?

So, at the end of leaving, she made a bet with Ning Zui by the way.

The bet she made with the old man was that when they met again, they each took out the brewed wine to compete who was better, the old man had been brewing wine for many years and didn't believe that he would lose, but Xinglian had tasted wine for many years, although he had not practiced it personally, but whether it was an alchemist or an alchemist, he was born with a keen talent for exercise, so she gambled.

What are the bets...... If she wins, she'll ask for the space storage on his chest.

Lost......

Joke, she has lived these two lives, and she never knows how to write a lost word.