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But if you want to refine a flying sword that is most suitable for you, the size, weight, and materials used to cast the flying sword are all according to your own requirements, so you can only come to each refining workshop to customize.

Defensive spiritual weapons, such as clothes and inner armor, are even more so.

Everyone is different and naturally needs to be tailor-made.

At this moment in line, Su Zimo had already observed about the same.

Generally speaking, customizing a medium-grade spirit weapon requires three thousand to five thousand medium-grade spirit stones, and the materials must be as much as three parts of each!

Customizing high-grade spirit weapons requires 3,000 to 5,000 high-grade spirit stones, and the materials must be prepared as much as ten!

After a long while, Su Zimo was lined up.

Su Zimo pondered for a while and asked: "Dare to ask Daoyou, I can understand the custom spirit weapon, I can understand the materials you bring, why do you have to bring three copies of your own?

Hearing this, the disciple of the True Fire Sect sneered, "Are you pretending to be stupid with me, right? Which refiner dares to guarantee that a single material can refine 100% of the grade spirit weapons?

"The higher the level of the spirit weapon, the lower the success rate of gathering spirits, and the number of self-prepared materials will naturally increase. Even so, we took a risk. ”

The people of the True Fire Sect in the refining workshop looked at Su Zimo's gaze with obvious sarcasm.

"This person didn't understand anything, so he came to customize the spirit weapon. ”

"I don't know where the buns came from, I haven't seen the world. ”

"I guess this kid is poor and white, and he's just here to make a fool of himself. ”

Hearing these discussions, Su Zimo smiled, didn't refute, and continued to ask, "What is the price of customizing the best spirit weapon?"

"Haha!"

Inside and outside the True Fire Refinery Workshop, there was a burst of laughter.

"I'll just say, this person is just here to make a fool of himself, and he is pretending, as if he knows it very well. ”

"Customize the best spiritual weapon, he can ask this kind of thing, and I laugh to death. ”

One person sighed: "What ignorance. ”

Su Zimo calmly looked at the group of True Fire Sect disciples who were giggling opposite, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

A monk standing behind Su Zimo seemed to be unbearable, and explained in a low voice: "Fellow Daoist, there is no customization of the best spiritual weapons, even if someone prepares a hundred materials, no refiner dares to take over. Refining the best spiritual weapon requires chance and luck, and the failure rate is too high. ”

"Hmm. Su Zimo nodded.

This person said: "If a refiner can refine a top-grade spiritual weapon in his lifetime, it is enough to become famous in the Great Zhou! Moreover, the price of the top-grade spiritual weapon is not fixed, and if it is thrown into the auction house, it can be sold for at least 500,000 high-grade spirit stones." If someone bids, it is possible to sell for millions!"

The high-grade spirit weapon has a total of three spirit patterns, and at most it is sold for five thousand high-grade spirit stones.

And the best spirit weapon only has one more spirit pattern than the top grade, and the price is more than 100 times more expensive!

The gap can be imagined.

"Don't ink here, get out of here!"

The shopkeeper of the True Fire Refining Workshop walked over and waved his hand at Su Zimo, unconcealing the disgust in his eyes.

Su Zimo was not angry, but just smiled and said, "Shopkeeper, I think one day, you will definitely regret it." ”

After saying this, Su Zimo turned around and left.

......

After inquiring about the market, Su Zimo already knew it.

Moreover, Su Zimo was even more convinced that his refining workshop would become the largest in the royal city, and even trampled the True Fire Refining Workshop under his feet!

didn't go far, Su Zimo's heart moved, and his eyes swept over a corner not far away.

There was a little girl of fourteen or fifteen years old, curled up on the ground, dirty, ragged, with yellow hair scattered and smudged, except for a pair of eyes that were very clear.

A cold wind blew, and the little girl shrunk her neck, pursed her lips, and shivered.

For some reason, when he saw this little girl, Su Zimo thought of Xiao Ning.

When Xiao Ning left, she was not a few years older than this little girl.

Su Zimo sighed secretly in his heart, bought a few buns nearby, wrapped them in oiled paper and handed them to the little girl, and said softly: "Eat." ”

A hint of fear flashed in the little girl's eyes, and she hesitated a little, but did not take the oil paper.

Su Zimo didn't force it, put the oil paper next to the little girl, took out a green shirt from the storage bag, and gently draped it on the little girl before standing up.

This move made the little girl a lot less vigilant against Su Zimo.

The little girl stretched out her dirty little hand and tried to pick up a bun.

Su Zimo was about to leave, but the night spirit suddenly moved in his arms, poked out a small black head, and glanced at the little girl.

Without waiting for Su Zimo to speak, the night spirit suddenly jumped out, ran to the little girl, and sniffed something on the little girl.

"Ahh

The little girl was frightened, and the bun she had just picked up fell to the ground again.

Su Zimo frowned, and hurriedly dragged the night spirit back and stuffed it into his arms.

The night spirit uncharacteristically did not hide, but poked his little head and kept looking at the little girl.

Su Zimo apologized and said softly: "Don't be afraid, it won't hurt you." ”

The little girl didn't make a sound, just stared at Su Zimo, extremely vigilant.

Su Zimo smiled bitterly, shook his head, and turned to leave.

The two never knew each other, and when they met in Pingshui, Su Zimo felt something, and when he thought of Xiao Ning, he gave her a meal and a shirt, which was already benevolent and righteous.

Su Zimo walked towards his residence.

didn't go far, Su Zimo's heart moved, and he looked sideways slightly.

Su Zimo's afterglow caught a glimpse of the little girl wrapped in his green shirt, gobbling up steamed buns, and followed behind him, keeping a certain distance.

Su Zimo smiled and didn't care.

It didn't take long for Su Zimo to come to the door of Yongxingfang.

On one side of the gate of Yongxingfang, there was a large circle of people, although there were many people, but they were extremely quiet, and only the sound of the crowd could be heard.

"But it was said that the battle lasted for two days and two nights, the sky was dark, the mountains collapsed and the ground cracked, and the dragon was finally beheaded by this person's sword, and the corpses on the ground were all over the place, bleeding and drifting, extremely tragic!"

In the middle of the crowd, an old man wearing a Confucian temple and a long robe was telling a story like a river.

This is a storyteller who wanders among the people, making up strange things, and he can't do it seriously, Su Zimo has heard a lot.

But for some reason, hearing the old man's words, Su Zimo's eyes couldn't help but appear on the periphery of the ancient ruins, the sea of bones that was extremely tragic!

Su Zimo shook his head, didn't think much about it, just secretly said in his heart: "As soon as the divine dragon appeared, someone made up the story of the divine dragon, and there are still some of them." ”

At this moment, someone raised his voice and said, "Storyteller, you just talked about this paragraph in the morning." ”

"It's been told, it's been told, but some people haven't heard it. The old man said with a smile.

Su Zimo paused, slowly turned his head, and looked at the old man in the crowd.

Did the old man's words just now mean something, or did he say it casually? )