Ordinary flying swords can be bought at the Tempo Pavilion.

However, if you want to refine a flying sword that works best for you, then the size, weight, and materials used to forge the flying sword are all based on your own requirements, so you can only go to each refinery to customize it.

Defensive forces, such as clothing and armor, are even more so.

Everyone's body shape is different and naturally needs to be tailor-made.

For some time, Su Qin has been more or less observing.

Generally speaking, customized Chinese spiritual weapons require Zhongping Lingshi, and the materials must be brought with as many as three copies!

Customized Pingling device, the required Pingling stone, the material should be brought up to ten copies!

Su Qin's arrangement took a long time.

Su Qin muttered for a while, and asked: "Dare to ask Daoyou, I can understand the custom-made spiritual weapon, self-contained materials, why do you bring three copies by yourself?"

Hearing this, the disciple of the True Fire Sect sneered, "Are you pretending to be stupid?" "Which refinery dares to guarantee 100% refining and manufacturing of a piece of material? Can you become a 100% successful refiner?"

"The higher the level of the spirit weapon, the lower the success rate of collecting spirits, and the amount of self-sufficient materials will naturally increase. Still, we took the risk. ”

The real fire gate in the oil refinery looked into Su Qin's eyes with obvious mockery.

"This man didn't know anything, so he came to customize the medium. ”

"I don't know where this bread comes from. I haven't seen the world yet. ”

"I reckon this kid is poor and poor, but he's here to make a fuss. ”

Hearing these comments, Su Qin smiled and did not refute. He then asked, "What is the price of customizing the best wine?"

“!“

There was a burst of laughter inside and outside the store on a real fire.

"I told you that this man is only here to make a joke and pretend he knows it. ”

"Customize the best spirit, he can also ask, laugh at me. ”

One person said excitedly, "What ignorance. ”

Su Qin calmly looked at the group of real fire disciples opposite, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

A monk stood behind Su Qin, his heart seemed unbearable, and he explained in a low voice: "Dao You, the best spiritual weapon is not custom-made, even if someone prepares a hundred materials, no grinder dares to take over. "Excellence requires chance and luck, and the failure rate is too high. “

"Uh-huh," Su Qin nodded.

The man also said, "In his life, the refinery can refine and produce an excellent spiritual weapon, which is enough to make it a celebrity of the week!" And the price of the best spiritual weapon is not fixed, throw it into the auction house, and the lowest can also sell for 500,000 quality spirit stones. If you come across someone bidding, it's possible to sell it for millions of dollars!"

The top-level spiritual weapon has a total of three spiritual lines, that is, it can be sold for up to five thousand Pingling stones.

And the best spiritual weapon is only more spiritual food than the first product, and the price is more than a hundred times!

As you can imagine, there is a gap between them.

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

The owner of the True Fire Shop walked over and waved at Su Qin, making no secret of his dislike for him.

Su Qin was not angry, and said with a smile: "Steward, I think one day, you will regret it." ”

Su Qin turned around and left with these words.

......

After exploring the market, Su Qin already knew.

Su Qin was even more convinced that his refinery would become the largest workshop in the Imperial City, and even stepped into a real fireworks workshop at the foot of the Imperial City!

Not far away, Su Qin's heart moved, and his eyes swept over a corner not far away.

There was a girl of fourteen or fifteen years old curled up and sitting on the ground, her dirty clothes in tatters, her yellow hair scattered, her face stained, and only a pair of eyes that were very clear.

The cold wind blew, and the little girl shrunk her neck, closed her lips, and trembled.

Somehow, seeing this little girl, Su Qin remembered Xiao Ning.

When Xiao Ning left, she was a few years older than the little girl.

Su Qin sighed in her heart, bought a few steamed buns nearby, wrapped them in oiled paper, and handed them to the little girl. "Eat," Su Qin whispered.

The little girl's eyes flashed with fear, hesitation, and no oil paper.

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

This move made the little girl less vigilant against Su Qin.

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

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

Without waiting for Su Qin to speak, the night spirit suddenly jumped out and ran to the little girl, leaning on his nose and sniffing something on the little girl's body.

"Ahh

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

Su Qin frowned, and hurriedly pulled the night spirit back and stuffed it into his arms.

Instead of hiding in an abnormal way, the Eidolon kept poking his little head and looking at the little girl.

Su Qin apologized and whispered, "Don't be afraid, it won't hurt you." ”

The little girl didn't make a sound, but stared at Su Qin intently, very alert.

Su Qin smiled bitterly, shook his head, and turned away.

These two people have never met, they met in the water, Su Qin has feelings in his heart, read Xiao Ning, give her a meal to eat, a piece of clothing, and has always been benevolent.

Su Qin walked towards his residence.

didn't go far, Su Qin's heart moved, and his eyes were slightly sideways.

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

Su Qin smiled and didn't care.

Soon, Su Qin came to the door of Yongxing Plaza.

On the side of the gate of Yongxing Plaza, there was a large circle of people, although there were many people, but it was very quiet, and only the sound of the crowd could be heard.

But it is said that this war lasted two days and two nights, it was played in pitch black, the mountains collapsed, the dragon was finally cut down by the sword by this man, and the remains of the earth were everywhere, bleeding and paddling, extremely miserable!

In the middle of the crowd, an old man in a long robe is telling a story.

This is a folk storyteller, talking nonsense, I really can't do it, Su Qin heard a lot.

But I don't know why, hearing that the old man was just these words, Su Qin was in front of him, but he couldn't help but emerge from the outside, the terrifying sea of bones!

Su Qin shook his head, didn't think much about it, and thought to himself: "As soon as the dragon appeared, someone made up the story of the dragon, and there were similar things. ”

At that moment, someone raised their voice, "Tell the book, you only talked about this paragraph this morning." ”

"I heard it, but some people didn't. The old man said with a smile.

Su Qinton, who lived a healthy life, slowly turned his head and looked at the old man in the crowd.

What did this old man mean just now, or did he say it casually?