"Dismantling mage?"

Su Ming held the hilt of his sword tightly, and for a moment wondered if he had over-consumed his true qi and had auditory hallucinations.

But as he refocused his attention on the blue light sword in his hand.

The prompt sound in my head sounded again.

"Found a first-order lower grade magic weapon, did it decompose?"

At this moment, Su Ming heard it completely clearly, it was not an illusion.

He took a deep breath and resisted the urge to dismantle the freshly refined blue light sword.

I silently said "no" in my heart.

Sure enough, after Su Ming chose "no", the prompt in his mind did not appear again.

But at this moment, the joy of refining the Blue Light Sword in his heart was completely diluted by the sudden change.

Dismantling ...... What exactly is it for?

This doubt lingered in his mind, and he could not dispel it.

Su Ming thought for a long time, found nothing, got up and left the earth fire room.

Step out of the door of the fire chamber.

Su Ming took off the wooden sign outside the earth fire and walked towards the corridor.

After going out of the corridor and handing over the wooden plaque at Steward Chen, the transaction of the leased fire room was completed.

Step out of Huoyunfang and wander through the lively streets.

Su Ming's steps were heavy.

Although he was carrying a freshly refined small sword, his mind was not on it at all, and what he kept thinking about in his mind was the prompt sound that had just appeared in his mind.

But he is just a blue light sword, and he doesn't dare to disassemble it directly, God knows if it will disappear directly after decomposition?

If it disappears directly, Su Ming can vomit blood.

After thinking about it, Su Ming walked straight in the direction of Xifang District.

......

The east and west districts of Qingshuifang City are separated by a Qingshui River.

The river is not wide, only a few tens of meters, and it is evening, and several flower boats on the Qingshui River have been lit with lanterns and started business.

The lights on the Qingshui River flower boat seemed to be a signal, and the shops and streets in the city began to be lit up.

The night market in Shimizubo City has begun.

Walking on the Qingshui Bridge, Su Ming quickened his pace.

Compared with when he came to Dongfang District in the morning, his steps were much lighter.

Less than half a column of incense in time.

Su Ming rushed back to the T-19 shop.

Compared with the bustle of Dongfang District, Xifang District is obviously much more deserted.

Su Ming had just come back, and he had even seen that some of the shops were almost closed.

However, the business of Yang Laoliu's family is quite good, even if it is almost dark, there are still monks in groups of three or three around the shop of Yang Laoliu's family to buy spiritual rice.

Su Ming glanced at the other party, opened the door of his shop directly, and walked in.

"Bang!"

The door of shop T-19 was closed again.

"Dengdenden!"

Su Ming walked briskly to the second floor.

skillfully opened the dark compartment behind the bookshelf, and took out his last net worth, 50 broken spirits, all of them.

Looking at the 50 broken spirits in his hand, Su Ming took a deep breath and stuffed them all into the small cloth bag he carried with him.

After doing all this, Su Ming went downstairs again and went out.

Follow the route in memory.

Su Ming found the only magic shop in Xifang District.

The shops in Xifang District generally sell some basic materials, as well as spiritual rice, spiritual fruits, and spiritual wine, which are often eaten by monks.

As for the more high-end stores such as immortal talismans, pills, and magic weapons, they are generally concentrated in Dongfang District.

This is also the reason why Dongfang District has always been more lively than Xifang District.

In the entire Xifang District, there is only one shop that sells first-order magic weapons.

"Treasure Pavilion."

Su Ming glanced at the shop located on C-shaped Street and walked straight in.

Seeing Su Ming, the shopkeeper seemed to be a little surprised, and the action of packing up and preparing to close the door also stopped.

"What do you want to see, officer?"

When the shopkeeper saw Su Ming, he greeted him quite warmly.

"Shopkeeper, do you have any dilapidated artifacts for sale here?"

Hearing this, the enthusiasm on the store's face disappeared.

"What did the guest officer say, although my Treasure Pavilion is a shop that sells first-order magic weapons, how can it be shoddy and sell shabby things?"

Seeing that the shopkeeper's face was pale, Su Ming knew that the other party had misunderstood him.

Immediately arched his hand to the shopkeeper and said: "Shopkeeper, that's right, I'm studying refining weapons below, and I want to buy the kind of magic weapon that is about to break, so that I can see its formation patterns more clearly." ”

Su Ming had already thought of this reason on the road.

The magic weapon that is about to be destroyed will reveal its own formation pattern at the moment of destruction.

Although it was only for a short moment, it would at least allow the refiner to see the formation structure of the artifact and draw some inspiration from the alchemy.

Generally, those who can come up with this kind of refining method are refiner apprentices who have no one to teach them and are from the wild road.

Compared with this method, it is obviously more reliable to find a teacher who can pass the refining technique.

But asking a refiner to teach you is not something that ordinary monks can afford.

In contrast, it is undoubtedly much cheaper to buy a dilapidated ritual artifact and go back, destroy it, and observe it.

Heard that Su Ming was a refiner.

The shopkeeper's face suddenly turned from gloomy to sunny.

A monk who can afford to learn to refine a weapon will not be poor no matter how poor he is.

Because a monk who is really shy in his pocket will not choose such lofty jobs as alchemy and refining tools at all.

The basic work of cultivating spiritual fields, planting spiritual fruits, brewing spiritual wine, and tanning talisman paper is what the lowest level monks should do.

Besides, building a good relationship with a potential alchemist is a must-do for any magic weapon shop.

Otherwise, how can their supply be secured?

It was precisely because he understood the joints that Su Ming would not worry that his request would anger the shopkeeper.

"It turns out that Your Excellency is a refiner, disrespectful and disrespectful,"

The shopkeeper bowed his hand again and again, "Please wait." ”

Soon.

The shopkeeper found a wooden box from behind the counter, and the surface of the wooden box was sealed with wax to prevent the outside air from eroding the ritual utensils inside.

As for why there is no ban......

When the store opened the wooden box, Su Ming saw the sword-shaped magic weapon in front of him that was covered with fine cracks and seemed to be completely destroyed in the next second, and finally understood the reason - it was not worthy.

"Can I get started?"

Su Ming raised his head and said.

The shopkeeper nodded and said with a smile, "Of course, but you have to be careful, this artifact may be damaged at any time." ”

As he spoke, the shopkeeper put the wooden box containing the magic utensils on the counter, and he took two steps back and made a gesture of invitation to Su Ming.

I saw the cautious look of the shopkeeper.

Su Ming had a new assessment of the fragility of the magic weapon in front of him.

He didn't pick up the magic weapon sword, but lightly rested his hand on its hilt.

"Found a first-order lower grade magic weapon, did it decompose?"

The prompt sound in my head sounded again.

Su Ming endured the joy in his heart, raised his head and said, "Shopkeeper, are you buying magic weapons here?" ”

"You mean?"

There was a hint of joy on the shopkeeper's face.

"A newly refined artifact."

Su Ming nodded in affirmation.

"Accept, of course!"

The shopkeeper's face was full of joy, "As long as it is a first-order low-grade magic weapon that has just been refined, we will at least give this price here." ”

The shopkeeper held up two fingers and shook them.

When Su Ming heard this, he immediately smiled and said, "Okay, I want this magic weapon, you can make a price." ”

Although he knew that Su Ming's move was to lower the price, the shopkeeper still raised an index finger and said, "100 broken spirits." ”

When Su Ming heard this, he turned around and left.

"Hey, what do you say?"

The shopkeeper hurriedly greeted.

"50 Broken Spirits!"

Su Ming stretched out his palm.