What a beautiful fire shop.

Lao Zhang sat in the hall at the back, looking at the account books of recent transactions, and locked his eyebrows.

Ge Yong bent down and stood down, looking frightened, and didn't say a word.

"Why has the customization of Chinese ping-pong equipment been heating up recently, while the number of customized pingling equipment has decreased a lot?" asked Elder Zhang in silence.

Ge Yongji was a little skeptical and said, "This is the Morin Oil Refinery. ”

"Oh"

Before Ge Yong finished speaking, Uncle Zhang said with a smile: "I said a long time ago that the shutdown time of this mill is less than half a year, and it doesn't seem to be as I expected." ”

In Elder Zhang's opinion, this must be because the Moling Refinery was closed, causing more monks to come to the real refinery to customize China's spiritual weapons. “

"Ugh"

Ge Yong looked embarrassed.

"What's wrong, what's wrong?" Zhang Qi couldn't help frowning when he saw that Ge Yong looked different.

Ge Yong replied honestly: "The mill refinery is not closed, but it does not refine the Chinese spirit, but to improve the quality of the spirit." ”

"Huh?"

Lao Zhang changed color slightly, and asked, "Isn't it possible for the mill to make spiritual utensils, how could it suddenly do this?"

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

Lao Zhang muttered for a while and asked, "What's his price?"

Ge Yongdao: "3000 Youling Stones".

Zhang Lao suddenly laughed: "The price is so low, no wonder we took all the business!" Through the order, from today onwards, we really speculated on the price of the factory's top-grade customized equipment, and also replaced it with a high-grade spirit stone of 3,000 pounds!"

"This"

Ge Yong wanted to stop as soon as he wanted to say.

"Why are you hesitating?"

Lao Zhang shouted: "Say what you want to say!"

Ge Yong's archway: "Lao Zhang, with all due respect, even if we reduce the price to 3,000 quality spirit stones, there is no way to compete with the Moling Oil Refinery." ”

"What, you don't believe my husband's refining level?" Mr. Zhang looked at it horizontally, with a faint anger between his eyebrows.

Ge Yong whispered: "To customize a flat bell device in the mill, you only need one material. ”

"What!"

Lao Zhang began to photograph this box, his eyes changed a lot, and his eyes were full of incredible colors.

"That's impossible!" Mr. Zhang kept shaking his head.

Even if he did it himself, it would take at least ten materials to ensure that he could eventually produce an excellent spiritual weapon.

But the Mole refinery only needs one piece of material?

Don't look at China's spiritual weapons, the top-level spiritual weapons are just a spiritual food, but it is this spiritual food, but more than half of the refineries are difficult.

One more grain of spirit, the failure rate of the spirit will be greatly increased, how can a substance guarantee 100% refinement of the best spiritual weapon?

Ge Yong smiled bitterly: "Lord Zhang, this is not the way to continue, the impact on our refinery is too great." ”

"What's wrong with this person, have you ever monitored it?" Elder Zhang asked suddenly.

"I've been snooping, but there's no exact information," GE said.

"Shadow, come out!"

Master Zhang suddenly took a drink.

"Squeak, squeak!"

In the shadows behind it, a half-human-tall rat ran out, all black, staring at the cunning cold eyes, whispering in a low voice, revealing sharp teeth, like a sharp blade!

Ge Yong was taken aback.

This is an ancient artifact phantom rat that has built a basic environment elf demon, haunted by gods, sneaky in its whereabouts, and best at sneak attacks and assassinations!?

"Shadow, you infiltrated the Morin refinery for me tonight. Don't expose your tracks, see what character this Maureen is. ”

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

The shadow mouse replied, turned and vanished.

In this royal city, ordinary monks were forbidden to wield their swords, could not take off from the ground, and could not fight against each other.

But this is not absolute, there are no loopholes.

As long as there are no strong mental fluctuations, you can naturally avoid the king's ears, eyes, guards, and sensors.

......

Into the night.

Su Qin, as usual, sat in the room, refining the essence of the dragon egg in his body.

The night spirit lay beside him.

Three times, Su Qin's heart felt it, frowned, and opened his eyes.

Almost at the same time, the Eidolon suddenly moved and listened.

After a while, the night spirit's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he crept out of the room and into the depths of the wall, hidden in a great dark shadow.

Su Qin looked carefully, and although the night spirit opened his eyes, his eyes, body, and the night around him were perfectly combined, and he couldn't see any flaws.

If Su Qin hadn't seen the appearance of the Night Spirit with his own eyes, he wouldn't even dare to believe it.

Soon, on the wall, a small head suddenly appeared, and a pair of thieves looked around and patrolled the yard.

The shadow mouse felt a faint sense of unease, but it didn't show anything out of the ordinary.

The shadow mouse hesitated and stepped back from the wall.

At this time, the elf of the night sky was still standing under the night, the shadow was under the wall, motionless, with cold eyes, as if he was still waiting for something.

Sure enough!

Much later, the shadow mouse reappeared on the wall!

It did not leave, but was careful and tested the condition of the walls.

There was no danger, and the shadow rat let go of his heart and slowly slipped off the wall.

In the shadows of the moment the mouse landed, the night spirit flashed out, and with the naked eye could not distinguish the degree, blinking in front of the shadow mouse.

The claws of the flickering cold light came out silently, and suddenly pierced the flesh and blood of the shadow mouse.

The shadow mouse looked panicked and was about to open its mouth to growl.

A black light swept across the night sky.

Thump!

There is a crisp sound.

The shadow mouse's head was pierced by a sharp thorn, and its eyes darkened!

This sharp thorn is the tail of the Night Soul.

Still perfect to unresolved elimination!

Shadow rats have no resistance.

The whole process, from the spirit of the night to the end, is filled with a rich killing aura, pure and cold.

The night elf picked up the shadow mouse, crossed the yard, came to the Jishui River, shook his head gently, and threw the body of the shadow mouse into the river, causing a wave and disappearing in an instant.

The flesh of an ancient breed has no appeal to the Eidolon!

Su Qin squinted his eyes thoughtfully, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The Shadow Mouse was apparently sent.

"Finally can't help it?"

......

What a beautiful fire shop.

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

It wasn't until dawn that the shadow rat appeared.

There was a trace of fatigue between Uncle Zhang's eyebrows, as if he would be ten years old overnight.

Master Zhang took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and waved his hand. "Go back and rest," Elder Zhang said. "The Shadow Is Dead"

"This".

Ge Yong also realized that the shadow had not returned at this time, and it should be a lot of good luck.

Master Zhang walked out of the room and looked in the direction of the mill refinery from a distance. His eyes were getting colder and colder. He said to himself: "Mo Ling, Mu Xiu will destroy Lin Feng, I think you can live longer!"