"Don't pay attention to this matter, even if he, Yang Kaifeng, is the lord of a city, but without the consent of the shopkeepers in the city, don't want to cover the sky with one hand, just say to the outside world that this sect is in retreat and is ready to refine a few secret treasures!"

"Yes, the owner!" Liu Zhongyang's heart twitched, and he secretly said that you always have nothing to do, but you are suffering from those of us who are blocking trouble.

Doing errands under the hands of others, this is the depressing place, even though Liu Zhongyang is a fake Dan monk, but firstly, he has no special means, and secondly, he does not have the courage to go out to fight to obtain resources, so he can only obtain resources by doing things for Hu Yanlie here.

When there is nothing to do, he can also sell the low-level magic weapons and spiritual weapons that practice his hands in the shop, which is also allowed by Hu Yanlie, and most of his interests lie in the magic weapons he refines.

The low-level magic weapons and spiritual weapons outside were mostly from the hands of a few foundation building monks and qi refining cultivators in the shops.

Wang Mo waved his hand to signal him to step back, and took a sip of the teacup by himself.

Liu Zhongyang bowed and walked out of the hall backwards.

In the empty hall, there was nothing but the sound of Wang Mo drinking tea from time to time.

After a while, Wang Mo finished drinking tea, drank back a few Shuangxiu furnaces who came to serve 'Hu Yanlie', got up and walked to the back hall.

This Hu Yanlie's refining room is placed underground, with a radius of one hundred and ten meters, separated from the refining room of the guys in the shop, and he will go to give them some guidance if he has nothing to do on weekdays.

Fortunately, Hu Yanlie never let outsiders watch when he was refining his weapon, and he also saved Wang Mo the trouble of not being able to conjure his demonic flame.

In the huge refining room, there are various materials, but most of them are wool materials such as ores, which need to be refined before they can become real third-order refining materials.

For these treasures, in Wang Mo's eyes, they were just resources to increase cultivation.

Without paying much attention, he hurried inward.

There are three separate secret rooms, one for retreat, one for refining, and one for alchemy.

Seeing the alchemist, Wang Mo's eyes flashed slightly, there was still an alchemy furnace in his ring, which was obtained decades ago when he subdued the green skin in the Gurung Mountain Range.

It's a pity that the alchemy furnace contains a strong demonic qi, but it is not suitable for other uses.

Thinking of Qingpi's injury, Wang Mo's face unconsciously gloomy.

The failure of the green skin breakthrough this time, speaking of which, there is also his fault, and after several lives and deaths for more than ten years, his heart to improve his strength is a little impatient.

In a hurry to improve, the green skin was involved, and the result was this moth.

There was a crisp sound, and Wang Mo's right hand clenched into a fist and released it again.

Suddenly, he flipped his wrist and took out a square jade box and placed it neatly in front of him.

Before long, there were dozens.

This is not the end, Wang Mo took out a burst of his arms again, and took out a string of rings threaded with gold threads, about dozens.

These are all the things he has gained over the years, and he has probed into his divine consciousness one by one and emptied all the treasures inside.

Then put the refining materials, elixirs, elixirs, magic weapons, spiritual weapons, talismans, jade slips, yuan stones and other things into the ring.

Since his cultivation, except for those refining materials, he has rarely paid attention to the rest of the things.

Most of the treasures in the storage bags obtained in the early years were also transferred to the ring like swallowing dates.

Except for the rare fourth-order refining materials he found in these rings, which he put into the rings hidden in his body, the rest were all marked one by one without a ring.

In the end, all the jade boxes containing the elixir and hundreds of bottles of elixir were left alone, exuding a rich fluctuation of vitality, which stirred up a breeze in the closed refining room.

With a wave of his hand, he put away all those elixirs that were not contaminated with demonic energy, and placed those that were not contaminated with demonic qi in addition.

Looking at the last remaining elixir jade box, Wang Mo's eyes narrowed slightly, although he had not systematically practiced the art of alchemy, but he had all the memories of Tang Zhenye, but he was no stranger to alchemy.

Yunxiao Pavilion, where Tang Zhenye is located, is a sect that established itself with alchemy, but after the sect became strong, alchemy slowly turned into a behind-the-scenes scene.

Take the talisman seal on the jade box, the jade box will be automatically opened, and there will be a strange fragrance in the secret room when you land, and all kinds of ambilight on the jade box will reflect each other, so it is not pleasing to people.

Wang Mo's divine sense swept out, and he took all the elixirs into his eyes, and shot out dozens of true yuan with a wave of his hand, pasting all the talisman seals on the jade box again, and most of the rich vitality fluctuations disappeared in an instant.

Looking at the empty ground, Wang Mo's eyes flashed with thought, and he muttered for half an hour before he slowly got up and walked outside.

While walking, he poked out his divine sense and conveyed a message to Liu Zhongyang in the shop, asking him to prepare a carriage.

Liu Zhongyang, who was sorting out the accounts, suddenly heard the voice of 'Hu Yanlie' in his ears, and without delay, he ordered the guys on the first floor to hurry up and prepare.

Although he was surprised that the 'owner' had been in the refining room for half a month this time, he was going to the Zhongyang Commercial Bank in the city, knowing that it was the property of the Yang family in the city lord's mansion, Liu Zhongyang didn't ask.

When Wang Mo came to the front hall, a gorgeous carriage had been prepared outside, and the surrounding streamers were flickering, obviously with a ban on it, blocking the detection of outsiders' divine sense.

Three sturdy horse beasts, standing there docilely, without the wildness of demon beasts.

"Owner!" The servant standing next to the carriage saw Wang Mo walking out of the store and hurriedly bowed.

Wang Mo casually bowed slightly, then raised his feet and stepped into the carriage, and the servant hurriedly lifted the curtain.

In a short time, the carriage drove slowly away to the shouts of the servants, and the low-ranking monks dodged along the way, because there was a distinct mark on the carriage, a raging flame, but it was really dark red.

In many cities and towns, there will be air bans, and there will be a lot of inconvenience, but for the Jiedan monks, these bans will not have much effect, at most they will bring a little pressure, and they will not be able to break through from above.

Since Hu Yanlie broke through to the Yudan period, he has always liked to show off, so that Wang Mo also had to take a carriage.

Originally, the distance that could be reached by tea time passed for half an hour in a carriage.

Although the carriage was very stable under the pull of the three sturdy horses and beasts, for Wang Mo, it was tantamount to suffering.

Suddenly, Wang Mo, who was closing his eyes and recuperating, noticed a pause in the carriage, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that the servant had already pulled up the curtain of the carriage.

Wang Mo bowed his head slightly and walked out of the car.

Looking up, a huge banner with 'Zhongyang Commercial Bank' written on it is the Yang family's industry.

When the greeting who was standing at the door saw 'Hu Yan Lie', he nodded flatteringly and greeted him: "Grandmaster Hu Yan!"

"Hmm!" Wang Mo replied with a slight hint at the end of his nose, and walked inside.

The servant behind him naturally led the carriage to the side and waited outside, looking at this magnificent trading house, his eyes were lost for a while.

As soon as he entered the trading house, Wang Mo went straight inside, Hu Yanlie had been here many times, and each time he would take away a lot of third-order refining materials.

In terms of commercial firms, it is natural that there is another kind of hospitality for customers and regular customers who have cultivated in this way.

Before Wang Mo could go in, an old man with white hair and white beard greeted him and said with a smile: "Huyan Daoyou hasn't seen you for many days, how can you have time to come to my firm?"

The old man was quite rich, but the glint that flashed from time to time in his long and narrow eyes ruined the feeling.

"What's the matter, you Yang Weihong can't do the old man's business?" Wang Mo rolled his eyes and said quite politely.

This Yang Weihong is the chief steward of Zhongyang Commercial Bank, who has full authority to handle all things in the commercial bank, and is the younger brother of Yang Kaifeng, the head of the Yang family, who has the cultivation of the late stage of Yudan.

"Haha, where is it, Huyan Daoyou can come, let the contemptuous business house shine, please inside!" Yang Weihong smiled heartily and stretched out his hand to lead.

Wang Mo glanced at him noncommittally, and unceremoniously took the lead in the private room.

This Yang Weihong seems to be bold, but he knows who he is, and everyone understands that he is a cunning person who eats people and does not spit out bones.

Hu Yanlie came here to buy refining materials and other things, and every time he would have a war of words with him, and even for one hundred and ten lower-grade yuan stones, he would fight red-faced.

Wang Mo sat on the soft chair at once, grabbed the spiritual tea that had already been brewed on the coffee table, and drank it like a cow's drink.

In my heart, I am quite satisfied, the spiritual tea that Zhongyang Commercial Bank treats guests is really good, not to mention an old customer like him.

Yang Weihong was quite distressed when he looked at it, but there was no change on his face, and after he finished drinking a cup of tea, he said: "I don't know if Huyan Daoyou is here, there is a magic weapon to sell, or do you want to buy materials?"

"Hmph, the magic weapon refined by the old man is naturally sold in his own shop, and besides, your firm takes too much of it, and the old man can't afford to pay it!"

Wang Mo snorted coldly at the end of his nose and said sarcastically without hesitation.

"Haha, Huyan Daoyou originally came to my firm to sell it because of this, what if this is the case, for Huyan Daoyou's magic weapon, how about my firm not take any procedures?" Yang Weihong laughed, and Hua Feng changed his ways.

"Huh?" Wang Mo glanced at him with a little suspicion, in this 'confrontation' between Yang Weihong and Hu Yanlie, he never gave in, why did he let go today?

"Hehe, don't hide it from Daoyou, my Yang family is preparing for a large-scale trading event, and I have already sent out invitations a month ago, and it will be held two months later, but I need a few treasures from Daoyou to shake the scene!" Seeing his doubts, Yang Weihong smiled slightly, and said with a straight face.

"Hey!" Wang Mo smiled when he heard this, a month ago happened to be when Hu Yanlie went out, no wonder this Yang Weihong changed his normalcy.

But Wang Moke didn't plan to agree so easily, according to Hu Yanlie's temperament, when it comes to this, how can he be ruthless.

What's more, Wang Mo is here, not only to buy refining materials, but also to add a few elixirs to refine the healing elixir for Qingpi, otherwise Qingpi's injury may have to drag on for a long time before it can be healed.

Seeing the familiar smile of 'Hu Yanlie', Yang Weihong's heart trembled, he knew very well that this old thing would inevitably open his mouth and say some conditions that made it difficult for him.