More than two hours later, under the greeting of Qingshi and others, Chu Yun entered Liuhe Village.

Seeing that the village chief, who had been away for many days, had returned, the villagers were extremely excited.

"Young Master, we have 20 of us now who have become Black Iron Level Martial Artists!"

Back at Chu Yun's wooden house, the first thing Qingshi did was to report the situation of the guards to Chu Yun.

Hearing Qingshi's report, Chu Yun was also a little surprised. Unexpectedly, in just a few days, many people have become black iron level martial artists.

"It seems that the young people of Liuhe Village are not stupid, but lack methods. After having a method of cultivation, he progressed faster than ordinary people. Chu Yun said secretly in his heart.

Thinking of this, Chu Yun took out the sword technique. Once again, he told Qingshi about the content of the sword technique and let them practice on their own.

This sword technique is not suitable for Chu Yun, but it is more suitable for Qingshi in comparison.

After Qingshi and the others left, Chu Yun walked out of the village. Coming to a wasteland more than two miles away from Liuhe Village, Chu Yun took the magic scroll out of the storage ring.

He had come here to prove the power of these magic scrolls.

Without hesitation, Chu Yun tore open a magic scroll he had made.

The next moment, a ball of fire the size of a basketball appeared in his hand. Afterwards, Chu Yun threw the ball of fire into the distance.

Bang!!!

A loud bang was heard, and a fireball exploded in the distance. A large crater with a diameter of five meters and a depth of about one meter appeared in the ground.

Burst Flame !!

Along the big pit, Chu Yun swallowed his saliva.

It was obviously a silver-level magic burst flame, and it was also the magic that he was mistaken for a silver-level mage by Han Yi in Liuhe Village at the beginning.

Without hesitation, Chu Yun tore open another magic scroll.

Dozens of large fireballs appeared around Chu Yun, each of them the size of a fireball technique.

Serial Fireball !!

Unexpectedly, with the rupture of the magic scroll, another silver-level magic appeared.

Seeing this situation, Chu Yun kept tearing apart one magic scroll after another. Anyway, blank reels are cheap, and coffee is not a cost.

Dragons!!

Burst Flame !!

Serial Fireball !!

These three magics appear one by one, and there is no pattern. But almost consistently, all magic scrolls release magic that is silver-tiered.

With this result, Chu Yun was very satisfied.

"Could it be that the coffee itself contains a lot of mana, and the scrolls made from it are two levels higher?"

For now, Chu Yun can only give himself such an explanation.

Chu Yun felt that one of his casual actions seemed to bring him an astonishing change.

The preciousness of the silver-level magic scroll, although Chu Yun, who didn't know the market, also knew something.

A silver-level magic that can completely restrain a warrior of the same level. In other words, if you are lucky, a silver-level magic may even directly destroy a martial artist of the same level. From this, it can be seen that the mage is powerful.

This was also the reason why after thinking that Chu Yun was a silver-level mage, the Treasure Pavilion sent two silver-level martial artists.

The price of a silver-level magic scroll on the market is probably more than 100 gold coins, and it is still priceless. Having a scroll like this for self-defense is something many people dream of.

The next day, Chu Yun left Liuhe Village.

At this moment, there were more than a hundred magic scrolls in his storage ring.

And that's not all he's made that day, and when he left, he left three magic scrolls for Bluestone. As a silver-level magic, it's already deterrent enough.

The magic scroll is released by tearing it open, and it is still very convenient to use.

After entering Qingshui County, Chu Yun walked in the direction of his Sanshe Hall. As I walked, I noticed a large group of people gathered on the side of the street in front of me.

When he got closer, Chu Yun realized that this was Manshan Tower. At this time, there were several large tables outside the Manshan Building.

After a long distance, Chu Yun heard words like instant noodles.

"It seems that Manshanlou has already carried out the distribution of goods and started selling instant noodles."

Looking at the bustling crowd, Chu Yun said secretly in his heart.

Otherworldly news does not circulate in the real world, but it has a large population base. And for new things, everywhere is the same, people are curious.

After a while, Chu Yun learned that the price of instant noodles was 3 silver coins per bag. Such a price was normal when instant noodles first appeared.

It's just like in the real world, when instant noodles first appeared, the price was even five or six times that of a bowl of noodles in a restaurant. But even then, there are a large number of buyers.

The reason for this is the taste, and when people have never tasted instant noodles, people who have eaten them are like they have eaten something delicious.

Now the same is true in the other world, when those young guys in the Manshan Building soaked a few packets of instant noodles for display, the fragrance of instant noodles wafted far away. After smelling the smell, people flocked to ask about the price of instant noodles.

Although the price of a pack of 3 silver coins is already very expensive for ordinary people, there are still many people who choose to buy a few packs after listening to the young man's introduction to instant noodles.

As more and more people gathered in front of the mountain building, Chu Yun left there.

After returning to his wooden building, Chu Yun went up to the second floor, and then returned to the real world.

When they arrived at the warehouse, the workers had already finished packing and processing the remaining instant noodles. After settling the wages of the workers, Chu Yun successively transported the remaining 50,000 packs of instant noodles to the other world.

At this time, there were no customers on the first floor of Sanshetang, and almost all the people who received it were attracted by the instant noodles in the mountain building.

After asking Steward Qian to go to Manshan Tower for a while, and asked the other party to hire a carriage, Chu Yun waited for the other party's arrival on the first floor.

Half an hour later, ten carriages appeared at the door again. As the laborers on the carriage came in and out, after a while, 50,000 packs of instant noodles were loaded. At the same time, Manshanlou also sent the remaining 1,000 ginseng.

These ginseng together don't seem to be much, but for Chu Yun, it is tens of millions of income.

100,000 packs of instant noodles seems like a lot, but it is evenly distributed in Qingshui County, and 10 people can't buy a pack. Moreover, this is not counting the goods sent by Manshanlou to other towns.

"It seems that I really have to talk to the instant noodle factory when I go back."

Thinking of the popularity in front of the mountain building today, Chu Yun secretly said in his heart.

In the evening, Chu Yun counted the income of the spirit fruit.

Due to the sale of instant noodles in Manshanlou today, coupled with the purchase for several days in a row, there are only more than 30 spirit fruits collected by Steward Qian today. Looking at the guilt-stricken housekeeper, Chu Yun also simply comforted him.

"Anyone?"

Just as Chu Yun was about to go up to the second floor to return to the real world, a person's voice came from outside the door.