Lijiang City, one of the five major cities in Yunzhou, is located in the northeast corner of Yunzhou, with Chizhou in the north and Zhongzhou and Xingzhou in the east. The north of the Lijiang River City leans on the Longji Mountain Range, there is the Lijiang River in front, the heaven and earth are beautiful, although it cannot be compared with the Xuanling Gate, it is also one of the spiritual veins in Yunzhou.

Because of the spiritual vein, there are thousands of monk families gathered here, and there are countless scattered cultivators to come here, so the Lijiang City is very prosperous, the economy and trade are also very developed, and the Longji Fang City on the mountainside of Longji Mountain is one of the most prestigious Fang markets in Yunzhou.

In Longjifang City, there are many large and small pavilions, shops, and stores, and Li Ming is the owner of a small shop in Yuntianfang City.

Li Ming's shop is inherited from his ancestors, and he is mainly engaged in low- and medium-priced magic weapons, mainly buying and selling, and earning the difference in price. Occasionally, he would refine some inferior magic weapons, but they had not sold well, and Li Ming could only silently remember the shame of his ancestors in his heart. Li Mingzu has been a master of refining, and he has also made the best magic weapons, and this shop was also opened at that time. Although Li Ming has the intention to inherit the ancestral business, how can he not have enough talent, not to mention the best magic weapons, even the creation of low-level magic weapons is not effective, so he has to retreat to the next best thing, and start to change hands, although he can't make any money, at least he can barely maintain this shop passed down by his ancestors, as for the ancestral business of refining weapons, it is better to leave it to the younger generations.

On this day, Li Ming came to the store from home early in the morning.

"Morning!" the two men hurriedly approached and saluted respectfully.

Li Ming waved his hand, walked into the back hall of the store, sat on the Taishi chair, took the teapot, boiled water and made himself a cup of strong tea, and watched the guys busy cleaning in front of the hall while tasting tea. For these two guys in the store, Li Ming looked down on them a little, although they were quite diligent, but a low-level casual cultivator like them, Yuntian City had no magic power and no supernatural powers, so they could only be subordinates, and they had no future.

A monk walked into the shop, and the two men greeted him, and Li Ming's gaze shifted to the monk. The monk had a delicate face, a very young appearance, wearing a white robe with mysterious patterns outlined at the corners, Li Ming stared, stood up, and walked out.

Li Ming waved his hand to send the two guys away, came to the young monk, and said with a smile: "Contemptible Li Ming, is the shopkeeper of this shop, I don't know what this Taoist friend is called?"

"Under the surname Li!" said the young monk.

The young monk was none other than Li Qingshan, and after coming down the mountain, he galloped all the way, tossing and turning for several days, and only came here last night. Lijiang City is the only place where Xuanling Gate leads to Huaiyang Valley, and Li Qingshan of Longji Fang City has also heard about it in the door, and he plans to exchange the spirit stones for what he needs here. It was late at night when I came yesterday, and most of the shops in Fang City were closed, so Li Qingshan rested in Lijiang City for a night, and came to Fang City early this morning, thinking that he was still short of an offensive magic weapon, and after walking around for a while and seeing the 'Li's magic weapon shop', he walked in.

"It turned out to be Brother Li, I don't know what style of magic weapon Brother Li wants?" Li Ming said enthusiastically.

"Do you have a top-grade offensive magic weapon here?" asked Li Qingshan.

"Yes, yes! Brother Li, let's go to the back hall for a while. ”

"Xiao Zhu, you take the distinguished guest to the back hall and make a pot of good tea. Li Ming first said to Li Qingshan, and then instructed the guy.

Li Qingshan followed the guy into the back hall and sat in the guest seat, the guy left after making tea, Li Qingshan took a sip of tea, his brows were furrowed, it was bitter and strong, much worse than the tea made by Jiang Xueying.

After a while, Li Ming walked in with two brocade boxes with a smile on his face and sat on the main seat.

"Let Brother Li wait for a long time, these two are the best offensive magic weapons in our store, I hope to get into Brother Li's eyes. Li Ming put the brocade box on the table, pushed it in front of Li Qingshan, and motioned for him to check it.

Li Qingshan picked up the long box first, opened the lid of the box, and took out the items inside, which was a pale silver flying sword.

"Silver wire sword, the sword body is forged from a hundred years of black iron, the blade is made of silver worm as the material, and the sacrificial hundred days into silk, attached to the blade, this sword is extremely sharp, sharpened like mud, and ordinary defensive magic weapons can be broken with one blow. Li Ming explained.

Silver nematode Li Qingshan has heard of it, it is a parasitic spirit worm, lodged on various spirit beasts, it is difficult to find, this worm is like a silk thread, tough and sharp, if you are accidentally possessed by this worm, even if you are a foundation building monk, you will inevitably end up with a missing arm and a broken leg. Although Li Qingshan didn't know much about refining weapons, he also knew that it was more useful to directly refine them into silk thread magic weapons, presumably the silk threads of this silver worm sacrifice were flawed before they were used on the flying sword.

Li Qingshan didn't speak, put down the flying sword, reached out and picked up another box, opened it, and inside was a white short sword.

"The Xuanbing Blade, made of hundred-year-old Xuanbing, has small requirements for divine thoughts, is light and dexterous, and the use of water-attribute spiritual roots is more powerful. ”

"Can I cast a spell and use it?" asked Li Qingshan, fiddling with his short sword.

"Of course there is no problem, Brother Li can use it as he pleases. Li Ming said with a happy face.

Li Qingshan injected the aura into the short sword, and the short sword emitted a dazzling cold light, cold and compelling, and with a slight sense, he knew that it was much more powerful than the power he cast the ice thorn. Li Qingshan used his divine mind to control the short sword to fly in the air, which was really flexible and lightweight, and effortless.

"Shopkeeper, how much does this Xuan Ice Blade cost?" Li Qingshan nodded with satisfaction, put the short sword back in the box, and asked. In fact, Li Qingshan wanted to buy a silver wire sword, although this sword may be flawed, it is also more powerful than ordinary magic weapons. The silver silk sword is estimated to be expensive, and Li Qingshan is afraid that the spirit stone on his body will not be enough, so he retreats to the second, and the Xuanbing blade is compatible with his spirit root, which is also good.

"Brother Li has good eyesight, this Xuan Ice Blade is the treasure of the store, and it will be sold to Brother Li cheaply today, as long as five hundred spirit stones. Li Ming praised.

"Although the Xuan Ice is extremely sharp, it is too rigid and fragile, and this Xuan Ice Blade has not been involved in other materials, so I am afraid that it will not be able to compete with other magic weapons. Li Qingshan groaned for a moment, and slowly shook his head.

"Four hundred spirit stones, it can't be cheaper!" Li Mingyu frowned, thought for a moment, and then gritted his teeth.

Li Qingshan took out four hundred spirit stones from the storage bag, put them on the table, and took the Xuanbing Blade.

"Looks like a kid who just came down the mountain. After Li Qingshan left, Li Ming muttered to himself, gave a command to the guys, and walked out of the back room.