Qingshuifang City, Dongfang District.

Su Ming strode out of a magic weapon shop called Xianbaolou.

He was brisk on his feet and clearly in a very good mood.

"Dongfang District is worthy of being the most prosperous area in Qingshuifang City, and if you sell a first-order mid-grade magic weapon here, it won't attract any attention at all."

Su Ming glanced at the storage bag hanging on his waist and said with joy.

This first-order lower-grade storage bag was purchased by him in the Immortal Treasure Building, and it cost him a total of 2 spirit stones, and as for the Qingguang Sword that he had refined and strengthened, it was sold for a high price of 10 spirit stones.

10 spirit stones are enough to pay the rent of shop No. 19 for a year.

And now, this rent, which seemed very high in the past, Su Ming only spent less than a day to earn it.

After deducting the 2 spirit stones spent on buying the storage bag, Su Ming now has 8 spirit stones left in his hand.

8 spirit stones are not small for a third-level Qi cultivator, but if you want to rely on this spirit stone to open up your cultivation, it is obviously not enough.

Su Ming was not carried away by the joy of the first pot of gold, but continued to walk in the direction of Huoyun Fang just like yesterday.

......

Huoyunfang.

Steward Chen saw Su Ming for two consecutive days and was slightly surprised.

But he didn't say much.

Just like yesterday, he threw a wooden sign at Su Ming.

"Steward Chen, I still want to buy one or two iron essences."

As a shop that mainly operates a leased fire chamber business, Huoyunfang also has some common first-order spirit mines in the store on weekdays for the much-needed refining apprentices.

Steward Chen nodded, and with a wave of his hand, a piece of iron ore the size of a fingernail appeared on the table.

"A total of 150 Broken Spirits."

Su Ming took out the spirit stone from the storage bag and handed it over.

Picking up the iron spirit and the wooden sign, Su Ming walked towards the corridor.

Coming to the No. 7 Earth Fire Room of yesterday's refining weapon again, Su Ming looked at the wall outside the Earth Fire Room, and there was no one.

He pushed open the heavy stone door of the fire chamber and stepped inside.

Five hours later.

Su Ming dragged his tired body out.

handed over the wooden plaque to Steward Chen, and walked out of Huoyun Fang with heavy steps.

Steward Chen had been in the Huoyun Fang for a long time, and by walking out of the expressions of the Earth Fire Room cultivators, he could easily judge whether their refining process was going smoothly.

Like Su Ming's appearance today, it is obviously that the refining weapon is not smooth.

Walking on the way back to Xifang District, Su Ming's face was heavy.

It's not that he's not doing things badly.

But today, after he successfully refined the Qingguang Sword, he found that it could not be decomposed.

No matter how hard he gripped the Blue Light Sword, there was no more sound in his head.

If it weren't for the information "Strengthening Point: 0" in his mind, Su Ming would have wondered if his golden finger was invalid.

For this situation, Su Ming faintly guessed.

"Could it be a skill cooldown or something?"

Su Ming thought secretly.

If it weren't for the road, Su Ming would have been holding the Qingguang Sword and not letting go, so that he could find out carefully.

......

Less than half a column of incense.

Su Ming returned to the store, didn't say a word, closed the door and went upstairs.

Went up to the second floor.

Su Ming couldn't wait to take out the newly refined blue light sword.

Although he succeeded in refining the Qingguang Sword this time, he couldn't decompose it, and this sudden change made Su Ming, who was looking forward to a bright future, a little panicked.

He can endure all the way without revealing it, which is no longer in line with the city government that should be at this age.

Now that he was home, Su Ming couldn't bear it anymore, and immediately took out the Qingguang Sword and held it in his hand.

Despite this, the Blue Light Sword did not react.

Su Ming was not reconciled.

He made up his mind, in order to figure out the law of the golden finger, even if he kept holding the Qingguang Sword like this, he was willing.

Su Ming traveled to this strange world, without relatives and without the help of outsiders, but he was able to survive, relying on his perseverance far beyond ordinary people.

The setting sun casts on the streets, and night falls quickly.

The second floor of the T-19 shop.

Su Ming closed his eyes and sat cross-legged on the bed, his right hand clutching the hilt of a small sword.

Suddenly.

Su Ming opened his eyes suddenly.

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

The familiar chime in my head rang again.

Su Ming opened his hands suddenly, and his eyes showed ecstasy.

Finally......

Su Ming glanced at the sky and recalled the time when he dismantled the magic weapon yesterday.

"Yesterday was also the time of the year,"

Su Ming muttered, "So, the time interval for decomposing the first-order lower grade magic weapon is twelve hours.

Breaking down a magic weapon in twelve hours means that I can get a little reinforcement point every day, and I can't be sure if I can accumulate enhancement points at this time.

No, with my current refining ability, unless I buy a first-order lower-grade magic weapon to dismantle, I can only dismantle a magic weapon once in two days at most. ”

After thinking about it carefully, Su Ming still shook his head.

"No, it's good to say that this abnormal practice is short-lived, but it's too eye-catching for a long time.

Although there are many monks who come and go in this Qingshuifang City on weekdays, there are only a few thousand monks who have lived here for a long time, and if it attracts the attention of those who have a heart, it will be dangerous with my cultivation of the third level of Qi cultivation. ”

After careful consideration, Su Ming still chose not to take risks.

With this golden finger, he will be able to rise slowly sooner or later, and there is no need to lose his stability for the sake of seeking pleasure for a while.

Thinking of this, Su Ming immediately chose to disassemble today's newly refined Qingguang Sword.

Just like yesterday, the Qingguang Sword was erased from reality little by little by an inexplicable force.

Then, the information in Su Ming's mind also changed.

"Reinforcement Point: 1"

Watching the reinforcement point change from 0 to 1, Su Ming felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction in his heart.

Compared to yesterday, not only did he gain a little Enhancement Point again, but he also got a storage bag and 6 half-spirit stones.

In just one day, his net worth increased dramatically.

The pressure of death for two years, as well as the fatigue brought on by two consecutive days of refining, completely overwhelmed him.

Su Ming didn't even bother to undress, he turned over and fell on the bed directly, and fell asleep.

......

Day 2.

Su Ming was awakened by the sound of crying outside the house.

Although he was very tired in the past two days, his long-term vigilance still made Su Ming not dare to fall asleep.

The crying outside the house was only a short time after Su Ming woke up.

He rolled over, walked to the second-floor window, pushed it open, and looked downstairs.

But I saw that Yang Laoliu's house hung up white silk at the opposite door, Yang Laoliu's wife and children were wearing vegetarian clothes, crying sadly, and many neighbors had surrounded him.

It's just that most of these neighbors are monks with qi cultivation, and among the surrounding crowd, there are very few mortals like Yang Lao's sixth wife and children.

Su Ming stood in front of the window on the second floor and did not go downstairs.

But the chatter around him still reached his ears.

From these discussions, Su Ming heard that Yang Laoliu, like Su's father, also died in the mouth of the demon beast when he went out to receive the goods.

"This monster is really good at picking people."

Su Ming sneered.