The long knife was almost exactly the same as the one he wanted, with a black body, streamlined, sharp, and iron.

"Fellow Daoist, this is a reward, you can take it. ”

Shuangfei took out a storage room and handed it to Su Zimo.

Su Zi looked at it, was a little stunned, and said, "Three thousand Pingling stones are okay, you gave a lot." ”

"It should be. ”

Shuangfei hurriedly said: "Daoyou only uses one material to create a Chinese spiritual weapon, which is actually a lot of spiritual stones in the province, this is what you deserve." ”

Su Zimu no longer refused, so he dismantled it.

Shuangfei patted his chest and said, "A grinder like you shouldn't be buried, I'll go back and help you do a good job of publicity." ”

Suzi smiled and said, "Thank you very much." ”

He said that he took off happily and left here, and before leaving, he muttered, "God is a skill, God is a skill!" and muttered: "God, God!"

Lin Xuan said with palpitations: "Anyway, when you gather your spirit, you dare to take the refiner from the tripod, you are the first, you are really insightful." ”

Su Zi turned to Nian Qi and said, "We still have rules in the refinery, every time the refinery arrives in the afternoon, the rest of the time goes to the door and ignores all this!"

"That's not the right thing to do. ”

Nicky hesitated, "After all, many monks come to the door for the first time and don't know our rules. ”

"It's okay, a few more times. ”

Su Zi smiled and said, "In the future, we still have a lot of rules. ”

In fact, Suzimo, an oil refinery, has far lower requirements than other refineries in terms of price and raw materials!

He just lacked a chance.

Now this opportunity has arisen, and that is to talk about flying.

Su Zi believed that soon the Morin refinery would spread to every corner of the entire imperial city, and many monks would know about it, so that it would become famous all over the world!

In Wang Chengli, there are people making utensils every day.

The refining world of the royal city is also a place where there are no waves in the ancient well.

But Suzi's shooting today is like a stone falling into a lake, causing a circle of ripples in the quiet city.

"Do you hear that when a new oil refinery is opened on the banks of the Jishui River, there seem to be a lot of strange regulations?"

"Mill Refinery, I know"

It is said that this refinery named Mo Ling has a strange temper and can only take him away in the afternoon on the same day.

"The most important thing is that the Mohlin refinery only needs to bring its own materials, and the price is only 3,000 lingshi, which is really a conscience refinery. ”

"I'll go see it tomorrow. ”

"Why don't you come with me? ”

The Mill Refinery, which seemed to have been born overnight and whose influence grew, became a topic of discussion among monks.

Various mill news quickly spread to Woody Square, causing many waves.

As long as you bring your own materials at the lowest price, there will be no monk who will not move.

At first, there were some monks who did not believe in it, but were still accustomed to custom-made spiritual weapons in Woody Square.

But as time went on, the mill's reputation grew and so did its influence.

Some monks would rather wait in line at the mill than spend more on materials and prices at Woody Plaza.

"What? How dare you refine a material? Is the price still so low?"

"Hmph, I'm not afraid of losing my life!"

"What kind of school is it and how old is this school?"

The monks in the Imperial City believed that the refinery of the Moling Refinery was named Moling.

"I don't know. I heard that a little girl of fourteen or fifteen years old had met with the monk, and he had never heard of anyone who had ever seen Mo Ling. ”

"Mo Ling's appearance and age, there are different statements, some say that they are weak, some say that they are immortals, and some say that they are old, I think they are not doing well, but it is said that this little girl is very beautiful, and there is also a black dog in the house, which is very fierce. ”

Refineries are also starting to talk about it.

Real pyrotechnic shop, hall at the back, hall at the back.

An old man in a red robe sits on a chair and listens to a narration of the mill in a cupboard while sipping fragrant tea.

"Uncle Zhang, because of this incident, the number of Chinese spiritual weapons customized by our oil refinery has decreased significantly, you see. Ge Yong asked tentatively.

Although Ge Yong is in charge of a real fire shop, he is only a basic monk and is well versed in the way of running a businessman.

And the old Zhang in front of him is the pillar of the real fireworks shop.

Zhang Lao is a veteran refinery and a famous real fire door.

Most of the monks who came to the real fire shop to customize spiritual utensils were running for the fame of Master Zhang.

"One material, three thousand Pingling stones?"

Lao Zhang shook his head and said with a smile: "It's too boring, even a high-grade refinery can't guarantee one hundred percent success." "To achieve half the success rate, you are already the best refiner. “

In other words, if you want to earn three thousand spirit stones, you have to prepare at least two materials. This person is too big, and the old man can conclude that within half a year, this mill will definitely not be able to open, and it will definitely be closed.

Ge Yong asked, "Don't we pay attention to him?"

"Uh-huh"

Zhang Lao nodded and said: "The main income of the real furnace refinery is to customize Shangpingling, and this mill can only customize Pingling in China, although it has an impact on us, it is not too big.

After a pause, a hint of mockery flashed in Elder Zhang's eyes, and he sneered and said, "Let him die by himself, I'll see how this person died!"

......

Business at the Moling Refinery is getting better and better, and a steady stream of monks come to the door every day.

Every day, Nianqi would receive the monks who came to the door.

Suzi didn't show up, and stayed in the room all the time, constantly improving with materials, improving his training skills, and improving his skills.

With the passage of time, the level of Suzi Molybdenum Refinery has been continuously improved and more sophisticated.

Training skills, but also improving a little.

Every day, a considerable amount of spirit stone income is earned, and Su Zi and Niqi go to practice resources, and they are also solved.

For half a year, it suddenly disappeared.

Two people and a beast at the Morin refinery harvested a lot.

With sufficient spirit stone resources, Suzi successfully entered the later stage of infrastructure construction two months ago.

And when I thought about it, after half a year of practice, the realm even reached the seventh layer of condensate!

This level of refinement is no less than that of Su Zimo at that time.

The Eidolon grew a little longer.

The Dragon Egg Essence has a great influence on the growth of the Night God.

During this time, Lin Xuanji tried no less than dozens of methods, trying to kidnap the night spirit, but it ended in failure, and he made a gray face every time.

Half a year later, Lin Xuanji finally couldn't hold on and left.

On this day, Suzi called.

"Well, the rules of the Morin refinery need to change once again. ”

"What rules?"

Nicky wasn't surprised at all.

She's gotten used to it over the past six months, and it's no surprise that she's gotten used to that over the past six months.

She can assure you that the Morin refinery is the most formal and bizarre of all Wang Cheng's refineries.

But business is the best.

Su Zimu said: "From tomorrow, the Moling Refinery will no longer refine China's spiritual weapons, but only them. ”

"Huh?"

Nicky's mouth opened slightly, and she looked panicked, a little unable to believe her ears.

"No, there are no sophisticated Chinese spiritual weapons?"

"Just an improvement to the jingle device?"

When I heard this, I was also startled when I thought about it.

Su Zimo nodded and said, "Yes, it is still a material, but the spirit stone requires three thousand fine spirit stones. ”

Seeing that Su Zi didn't seem to be joking, he nodded subconsciously.

By the time she reacted, Suzi had already turned away.

......

For half a year, all the monks in Wang Cheng knew that this cultivator named Mo Ling was a strange person, only in the afternoon.

After three hours, no matter how many people are lined up outside, the Morin refinery will be closed.

At noon that day, outside the Mohrin refinery, there was a large group of monks, dense and expectant.

A little later, with a creak, the door opened, revealing a beautiful face.

The monk, who had been waiting outside for a long time, jumped up from where he was in a refreshed spirit, one faster than the other.

But when we came to the door, everyone stopped in time and did not dare to take half a step through the gate!

There are too many regulations at the Molin refinery.

Without the owner's permission, those who enter the door without permission will be directly disqualified from customizing spiritual weapons in the mill refinery!

At first, some dissatisfied monks, although they did not dare to shoot in the king's city, broke into the house and made a lot of noise. As a result, they were bitten half to death by a large black dog.

"Sissy girl, look this, look this, it's me!

"Niangqi, I've been doing it for three days in a row, is it my turn this time?"

"You're gone, I've been here for a month!"

The crowd was crowded and noisy, crowded at the door, but no one dared to take half a step forward.

Nikki hesitated, hesitated, and then said slowly: "Friend of the Dao, from today onwards, the Moling Refinery will not be able to refine China's spiritual weapons. ”

“Gaga？”

"What?"

"No refining?"

The crowd gradually calmed down and the crowd was confused.

Nianqi continued: "In the future, only flat bell devices will be improved here. "Ugh. It is still a material, but it requires 3,000 fine spirit stones. “

"Why?"

"Remember, you're not right, ah, we're all here, why don't we refine it?"

"That is to say, we want to meet the friends of the Mo Lin Taoist and make it clear to face!"

Many monks were indignant and protested loudly.

Nicky stuck out his tongue and said, "I forgot to tell you, my son is in a bad mood today, and you can't see it, please go back." ”

In this way, Nikki closed the door and left the chaotic crowd in the wind, who could not slow down for a long time.

After half a sound, a monk trembled at the door, gritted his teeth and said, "It's too capricious!"

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 scared, 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. ”