Chapter 1117: Not an Ordinary Person!

Gradually, the nine-tailed snow fox understood her intentions.

But not only did it become clearer because of this, but it became even more puzzled: "Master, are you really refining weapons?" ”

Luo Qingyin: "......"

It's hard to dismantle it!

One person and one fox tried for most of the day, and almost broke the handle, and finally made the barrel decent, but as soon as it cooled down, Luo Qingyin found a problem.

She had too few types of metal in her hands, and the proportions were not optimal, and they didn't meet the requirements for the strongest alloy she wanted.

After thinking about it, she put the metal and the nine-tailed snow fox back into the Three Saints and Three Demons, let it continue to play, and got up and went out by herself.

In the past few days, in order not to let Xie Ninglei see any clues, the spirit body only does one thing every day, that is, how the Good Dan Furnace is made in the Earth Fire Pavilion.

Xie Ninglei didn't know if it was because she was calm or what the reason was, she quietly came out to stare at her in less than half an hour after entering the refining room of the Earth Fire Pavilion every day, but she didn't do anything.

Seeing that the time for the refining competition was getting closer and closer, Luo Qingyin couldn't move in order to prevent her from knowing that she was looking for Zhan Chuan.

Now that she is out, while looking for metal, she also has the idea of looking for Zhan Chuan.

The shops in Liujin City, because they are refining paradises, most of them take into account the sale of refining materials and weapons, Luo Qingyin adheres to the principle of picking up leaks, and looks at them one by one.

Although it is not necessary to hit from time to time, I can still pick up some good materials.

In addition to this, she also maintained a state of divine radiation, sweeping over all the men she encountered, even the beggars on the street.

Those who can be outstretched by her strength at once will be eliminated immediately.

What makes her feel unfathomable, she will pay more attention.

Walking from the street to the end of the street without hurrying, Luo Qingyin looked at all the shops and pedestrians, and found two people with higher cultivation than her, but unfortunately they were not Zhan Chuan.

There are no shops after the end of the street.

Luo Qingyin was about to turn back, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a dilapidated shop in the alley, and at the door sat an old man with gray hair, wearing a half-new pale blue robe, holding an old blueprint in his hand, squinting into the sun.

She reflexively extended her sense of consciousness towards the old man, but her consciousness disappeared like a mud cow into the sea.

This old man is not an ordinary person!

Luo Qingyin looked at him from afar, a little hesitant.

She might have offended him by what she had just done, and there was no one nearby, and if she walked over, anything could happen.

Because, the strong have never liked to be reasonable.

But if you don't go over......

Luo Qingyin weighed the possibility of retreating with his whole body, raised his feet and slowly walked towards the shop, his deerskin boots hitting the ground, forming a peculiar rhythm.

Walking all the way to the old man, the old man lifted his eyelids and glanced at her, did not speak, and lowered his head to continue to study the drawings in his hand.

Luo Qingyin secretly breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and walked into the store.

The inside is not very spacious, only two sunstones are embedded in the left and right walls, the place where the light shines is clear, and the place where the light does not shine is dark, between the light and shadow, showing a sense of antiquity and vicissitudes.

There is no one else in the store, and there are not many things on the wooden shelves, but the types are very varied, including array diagrams, pills, wine recipes, pills, and refining materials...... There are also several weapons of different shapes hanging on the wall.

Picking up the Dan Fang casually, Luo Qingyin's eyes showed a touch of surprise.

Heavenly inferior wine recipe: wrong brewing!

It is a very special kind of wine, she once heard the wine fairy mention it, and it was lost thousands of years ago.

How did it end up here?

Glancing sideways at the old man, seeing that he didn't react, Luo Qingyin gently put the wine party back.

Reaching out and picking up the refining materials on the shelf next door, they looked inconspicuous on the surface, but in fact they were some unpopular and unusual materials, completely different from the materials sold in those shops outside.

It's a pity that there is no nine-grade metallic spirit treasure.

Putting down the materials, Luo Qingyin's voice was a little respectful: "Senior, how do you sell things?" ”

The old man didn't raise his head and said: "Each person can only buy one when they enter the store, and they won't accept the second time, you can choose by yourself." ”

Luo Qingyin's eyes showed a touch of astonishment.

Can you only buy one when you enter the store?

Don't accept a second time?

How can anyone do such a business?

Having said that, she can only buy one, and she really has to pick and choose.

There were only three rows of wooden shelves, and Luo Qingyin looked at the things on them one by one, until he walked to the corner of the last row.

There was a scroll jar with seven or eight old yellowed scrolls inserted in it, and there were some signs of damage on the surface.

Pulling out the scrolls one by one, a faint musty smell came to his nose, Luo Qingyin frowned slightly, his eyes fell on a scroll, but he was slightly stunned.

Requiem Dan's Danfang!

Subconsciously want to open the Danfang to see the content, but the Danfang, the wine recipe, the formation diagram, the instrument diagram and these things, once you open it to see the content, it is the default purchase.

The slender plain hand paused, Luo Qingyin looked back at the shelf, and his expression showed a touch of confusion.

She already has the wine recipe for the requiem wine, and the requiem pill is not so important, however, the materials for the requiem wine have not been able to be gathered for a long time, and Ren Xian, who had promised to help her make up the materials, has not heard from her for a long time, I don't know if she plans to fail to fulfill her promise.

She wanted to see if the materials used in the Requiem Pill were the same as those of Requiem wine, and if the materials would be simpler.

Looking at the other things on the shelves, the refining materials can be found in the Villain's Mine, she doesn't need the instrument diagram, and she can also be self-sufficient in the array diagram, although she really wants the wrong wine recipe......

That's it!

Putting the rest of the scrolls back into the vat, Luo Qingyin walked up to the old man with the requiem pill's Danfang and asked, "Senior, how can this Danfang be sold?" ”

The old man, who was concentrating on studying the drawings, tilted his head slightly, his eyes swept over the scroll, his palm moved imperceptibly, he slowly raised his head, and a pair of vicissitudes of life revealed a meaning that she couldn't understand.

His gaze swept over her, and the old man asked with a little excitement, "Can you refine ...... Does anyone in your sect be able to refine this elixir? ”

Luo Qingyin's eyes moved slightly, and he shook his head with a smile: "A friend I met by chance a few months ago was looking for this Danfang, and I rarely saw it today, so I just wanted to buy it back for him." ”

"Oh."

The old man didn't seem to believe her words, but he didn't debunk her either, and said lightly: "This pill is a mutilated pill, and it can't be refined, so there's no point in you buying it back." ”

Luo Qingyin raised his eyebrows and groaned: "Even so, I still want to buy it, can you sell it to me?" ”

"I can't."

The old man refused, with a resolute attitude that could not be protested in his flat voice, and lowered his head and continued to develop the old drawings in his hand.

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