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Elder Zhang sat in the back hall, looking at the ledger of recent transactions, and frowned.

Ge Yong bowed down and stood below, looking terrified, and did not say a word.

"Why has the customization of medium-grade spiritual weapons picked up recently, but there are many fewer high-grade spiritual weapons?" Elder Zhang asked in a deep voice.

Ge Yong hesitated for a moment and said, "It's the ...... of the Ink Spirit Refinery Workshop."

"Huh. ”

Without waiting for Ge Yong to finish speaking, Elder Zhang chuckled lightly and said, "I said a long time ago that this Ink Spirit Refining Workshop will definitely close in less than half a year, it seems that it is not as I expected." ”

In Elder Zhang's opinion, it must be because of the closure of the Ink Spirit Refining Workshop that the number of monks who came to the True Fire Refining Workshop to customize medium-grade spirit weapons increased. ”

"Uh......"

Ge Yong looked embarrassed.

"What, what's wrong?" Seeing Ge Yong's expression different, Elder Zhang couldn't help frowning and asked.

Ge Yong replied honestly: "The Ink Spirit Refining Workshop is not closed, but it does not refine medium-grade spiritual weapons, but refines high-grade spiritual weapons. ”

"Huh?"

Elder Zhang changed color slightly, and asked rhetorically, "Isn't it impossible for the Ink Spirit Refining Workshop to refine high-grade spirit weapons, why is it all of a sudden?"

"My subordinates don't know. Ge Yong shook his head.

Elder Zhang pondered for a moment and then asked, "What's his price?"

Ge Yongdao: "Three thousand high-grade spirit stones." ”

Elder Zhang suddenly couldn't help but sneer: "The price is so low, no wonder it has robbed our business!

"This ......"

Ge Yong wanted to speak and stopped.

"Why do you spit it out?"

Elder Zhang scolded, "If you have anything to say, just say it!"

Ge Yong arched his hand and said, "Elder Zhang, with all due respect to his subordinates, even if we reduce the price to three thousand high-grade spirit stones, we will not be able to compete with the Ink Spirit Refining Workshop. ”

"What, do you not believe in the old man's refining level?" Elder Zhang's eyes widened, and there was anger hidden between his eyebrows.

Ge Yong said softly: "In the Ink Spirit Refining Workshop, you only need one material to customize a high-grade spirit weapon. ”

"What!"

Elder Zhang took the case, his expression changed greatly, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

"This can't be!" Elder Zhang kept shaking his head.

Even if he did it himself, he would need at least ten materials to ensure that he could finally refine a high-grade spiritual weapon.

And the Ink Spirit Refinery Workshop only needs one material?

Don't look at the difference between the medium-grade spirit weapon and the high-grade spirit weapon, there is only one spirit pattern, but it is this spirit pattern that stumps most of the refiners.

With one more spirit pattern, the failure rate of gathering spirits will be greatly increased, how can one material ensure that 100% of the high-grade spirit weapons are refined?

Ge Yong smiled bitterly and said, "Elder Zhang, it's not a way to go on like this, it will have too much impact on our refining workshop." ”

"What is the origin of this person, have you inquired?" Elder Zhang asked suddenly.

Ge Yongdao: "I've been inquiring, but there is no definite news. ”

"Phantom, come out!"

Elder Zhang suddenly snorted.

"Squeak, squeak!"

In the shadows behind him, a mouse more than half a man tall ran out, covered in pitch black, staring at the cunning and cold eyes, and screaming softly, revealing sharp teeth, like sharp blades!

Ge Yong was taken aback.

This is an ancient relic phantom rat, a spirit demon in the foundation realm, elusive, sneaky, and the best at sneak attacks and assassinations!

"Phantom, tonight, you sneak into the Ink Spirit Refinery for me, don't reveal your whereabouts, and see what kind of character this Ink Spirit is. ”

There was a cold light in Elder Zhang's eyes, and he said slowly: "If you have the opportunity, you can directly kill this person to prevent future troubles!"

The Shadow Rat answered, turned and vanished.

In the royal city, it is forbidden for ordinary monks to fly with their swords, to take off from the ground, and it is also forbidden to fight.

But this is not absolute, there are no loopholes.

As long as there are no too strong spiritual power fluctuations, they can naturally hide from the ears, eyes and inductions of the guards of the royal city.

......

Night.

Su Zimo, as usual, sat quietly in the room, refining the dragon egg essence in his body.

The night spirit was lying beside him.

At the third watch, Su Zimo felt something, frowned, and opened his eyes.

Almost at the same time, the night spirit suddenly moved, listening intently.

After a few moments, a cold light flashed in the night spirit's eyes, and he silently walked out of the room, into the depths of the wall, hidden in a large black shadow.

Su Zimo looked carefully, although the night spirit had his eyes open, his eyes and body were perfectly integrated with the surrounding night, and he couldn't see any flaws.

If it weren't for Su Zimo seeing the night spirit walk in with his own eyes, he wouldn't even believe it.

Not long after, on the top of the wall, a small head suddenly appeared, and a pair of thief eyes looked around, patrolling the yard.

The Shadow Mouse felt a faint sense of unease, but it didn't notice anything unusual.

After a moment's hesitation, the Shadow Rat retreated from the wall.

At this time, the night spirit was still standing in the darkness, in the shadows under the base of the wall, motionless, his eyes cold, as if he was still waiting for something.

Sure enough!

After a long time, the Shadow Mouse reappeared on the wall!

It didn't leave, it was just cautious, testing the inside of the walls.

Noticing no danger, the Shadow Rat relented and slid slowly down the wall.

At the moment when the Shadow Rat landed, the Night Spirit dodged out and pounced in front of the Shadow Rat in the blink of an eye at a speed that was difficult to discern with the naked eye.

The claws that flashed with cold light poked out silently, instantly piercing the flesh and blood of the shadow rat.

The Shadow Rat looked panicked, and was about to open its mouth to roar loudly.

A black glow flashed across the night sky.

Burst!

There was a crunch.

The head of the shadow rat was pierced by a sharp thorn, and his eyes dimmed!

This spike is the tail of the Eidolon.

It's still a perfect culling!

The Shadow Rat was powerless to resist.

The whole process, from the time the night spirit made a move to the end, was filled with a strong killing aura, pure and cold.

The night spirit picked up the shadow rat in its mouth, walked through the courtyard, came to the bank of the Jishui River, shook its head slightly, and threw the corpse of the shadow rat into the river, stirring up a wave and disappearing in an instant.

The flesh and blood of the ancient relics have no attraction to the night spirits!

Su Zimo squinted his eyes, thoughtful, and a sneer hung on the corner of his mouth.

This shadow rat was obviously sent by someone.

"Finally can't help it?"

......

True Fire Refinery Workshop.

Elder Zhang and Ge Yong didn't sleep all night.

Until the moment of dawn, the Shadow Mouse did not appear.

There was a trace of exhaustion between Elder Zhang's eyebrows, as if he had aged ten years overnight.

Elder Zhang took a deep breath, closed his eyes and waved his hand, "Go back and rest, the shadow is dead." ”

"This ......"

Ge Yong also realized that it was already this time, and the shadow had not returned, so it should be more than auspicious.

Elder Zhang walked out of the room, looked in the direction of the Mo Ling Refining Workshop, the chill in his eyes grew, and he said to himself: "Mo Ling, Mu Xiu will be destroyed by the forest wind, I see how long you can live!" (To be continued.) )