Ming Sui walked up to the second floor, and there were many fewer people here than in the lobby on the first floor.

In addition to some shelves, there are small cubicles on both sides of the second floor, which are used to customize talismans.

There are levels on the doors of the cubicles, and the further you go, the higher the level, and the highest has reached the Xuanding level.

This is the rank of the talisman maker in the cubicle.

Each cubicle has a guy in charge of inquiry, and behind the cubicle is a single wall where the talisman maker makes talismans according to the customer's request.

And the role of the buddy, in addition to inquiry, is to set the price through the requirements of these customers and their own observations.

This is also the way that most of the talisman shops are customized.

Ming Sui casually looked at the shelves, and there were some Xuanding-level talismans sealed by the formation, which were specially placed here by the store, just to show the strength of the store.

Today's people seem to be a little unexpected, and the more than ten small cubicles on the second floor are full of people except for the Xuanding-level door.

After waiting for a while, I saw that there were many people in this place, and there were even dozens of monks lined up outside some small cubicles.

Ming Sui knew he couldn't wait any longer.

He had wanted to find a yellow-class talisman maker to discuss with each other.

But it is the most outside the door of this yellow-class cubicle,

There is no way, Ming Sui just needs to look into the distance and lock the small compartment of the lone Xuanding-level talisman master hidden in the innermost.

Passing past the many monks, until they reached the innermost, this attracted many monks in line to look at the back of Ming Sui.

The whispers began to spread, and the faint noise rippled in the otherwise silent environment.

"That person doesn't know Old Man Huang's temper?"

"I look good at dressing, but I don't know if I'm willing to endure the pain and spend money to go in."

"I guess I don't want to, the entrance fee is only a medium-grade spirit stone, if this is a customized price, wouldn't it be heaven-high?"

"Who knows? This person is not prepared. ”

Everyone was quietly discussing, and the afterglow kept looking at Ming Sui's back.

Ming Sui doesn't care what he says,

Those voices did not deliberately hide from his ears, but some deliberately came into his head, as if reminding him to leave quickly without a spirit stone, so as not to be scolded and leave in disgrace.

Ming Sui came to the front of the small cubicle, and the existence of Ming Sui seemed to be detected in front of the wooden door, and a small formation pattern appeared,

Ming Sui recognized that this seemed to be a sound-transmitting formation, but it was actually engraved on the wooden door, you must know that the formation pattern master is not comparable to the talisman maker, the formation pattern master is a high-end profession, and the talisman maker is at most mid-range.

Nowadays, most of the formations are arranged in the form of formation diagrams.

As a high-end profession, if you hire a formation pattern master to specially arrange the formation and depict the formation pattern, the price will be quite expensive.

Therefore, except for some medium and large forces, no one will specifically ask the formation pattern master to depict the magic circle.

Even the Ming family's mansion is only protected by a set of large arrays.

There are only the practice room and the main house, and the two most private places in the Ming Mansion are funded by him to let the Ming family array mage carve out a set of magic circles.

Unexpectedly, on this small wooden door, there was a sound transmission pattern carved by the formation pattern master.

This made Ming Sui a little curious about the talisman maker inside.

A casual old man's voice came out from within: "Entrance fee, a medium-grade spirit stone." ”

Ming Sui poked out of his arms, and a crystal clear thumb-sized spar was taken out by Ming Sui.

Before the old man inside could speak, the crowd of onlookers outside who were about to see Mingsui's joke immediately let out a burst of exclamation, but then suppressed it.

The people who had just made a noise remembered their previous discussions, and they were afraid that the monk in front of them, who had unfathomable financial resources, would feel offended and teach them all a lesson because of the comments they had just made.

He immediately turned sideways again, pretending not to know each other and had nothing to do with him, and lined up with his head down.

Ming Sui didn't have so much time to care about these people's thoughts, and threw the spirit stone in his hand towards the wooden door, and the wooden door immediately appeared in a formation, the spirit stone disappeared, and the wooden door also opened.

It was not much different from what he had guessed, and it was impossible for this wooden door to have only one pattern carved on it.

With his experience as a rich N generation, it would be stupid to depict only one formation pattern like this.

Ming Sui walked in, and the inner environment was not as tattered as he imagined, but a little too good, after all, in his imagination, such old men with 13 habits like to engage in this so-called contrast.

There were no buddies inside, just a wooden table and a row of soft fur sofas, and the interior decoration was more or less magnificent.

Suspended on the roof, it emits a warm, bright and soft light.

Surrounded by a slightly shimmering array and a few talismans hanging in front of him.

On closer inspection, it looks quite similar to the talismans placed outside the shelves, and it should be drawn by the talisman maker in front of you.

After Ming Sui saluted respectfully, the old man's voice sounded again in the room, which seemed quite respectful and amiable compared to outside the door.

"Distinguished guests come to our store, for me can be described as a flourishing ah, dare to ask the needs of your customers?"

Ming Sui sat on the sofa, feeling the softness of the fur, and couldn't help but be surprised, seeing the contrast between the front and back, he felt that the talisman behind the wall was quite interesting.

This kind of service attitude and thinking is like those membership-based service places in his previous life, and this is the first time he has seen it in his forty years of cultivation in the realm.

Ming Sui thought for a while, and then said slowly: "Can I take a look at the master's master's masterpiece." ”

"It can't be called a master's master's masterpiece, it can only be said that it is a clumsy work of an immortal master for you to see, but I am afraid that you will dislike it."

After speaking, several talismans hanging on the wall came to Ming Sui under the traction of the spiritual energy silk thread.

The old voice spoke again:

"These four runes from left to right are, the Thousand Miles Blood Talisman, the Mountain Swinging Talisman, the Spirit Gathering Talisman and the Thunder Chasing Talisman."

Ming Sui has some knowledge of the first three, but he is quite curious about the thunder chasing talisman in the latter one, and asks casually: "Why haven't I seen your thunder chasing talisman?" ”

Hearing Mingsui's words, the old voice opened his mouth to explain, and his words were a little complacent.

"This thunder chasing talisman is self-created, and no one has seen it in the entire Great Zhou Dynasty, so it is not clear otherwise."

This sudden appearance of a self-created talisman that he had never seen before made Ming Sui even more curious, after all, he had thought about why the talisman makers in the cultivation realm had never thought of innovation.

But when he got here, he was slapped in the face, and a self-created talisman appeared in front of him.

It seemed that he was a little puzzled when he saw Ming Sui, and the old voice said again:

"Don't underestimate this self-created talisman below, this talisman has the ability to drive away clouds and thunder!"