Eternal Sacred King Chapter 253: Little girl

Ordinary flying swords can be purchased in Tianbao Pavilion.

But if you want to refine a flying sword that is most suitable for you, the size, weight, and materials used for casting the flying sword are all in accordance with your requirements, you can only come to each refinery workshop to customize.

Defensive spirit weapons, such as clothes and inner armor, are especially true.

Everyone has a different body shape, so they naturally need to be tailored.

Su Zimo has observed almost the same while queuing.

Generally speaking, to customize a middle-grade spirit weapon, you need three thousand to five thousand middle-grade spirit stones, and you need to prepare as many as three of the materials!

Customized high-grade spirit tools require 3,000 to 5,000 high-grade spirit stones, and you need to prepare ten of the materials yourself!

It took a long time before we got to Su Zimo.

Su Zimo pondered a little, and asked: "I can understand why you should bring three copies of your own if you want to customize a spiritual tool and bring your own materials? If you customize a high-grade spiritual tool, you need to bring ten copies?" /

Hearing this sentence, the disciple of the True Fire Gate sneered: "Are you pretending to be a fool with me? Which refiner can guarantee that one material can be used to refine 100% of the rank spirit weapon? Can the refiner succeed in gathering spirits 100%?"

"The higher the level of the spirit tool, the lower the success rate of gathering spirits, and the amount of self-provided materials will naturally increase. Even so, we took the risk."

The real firemen in the refining workshop looked at Su Zimo's gaze with obvious sarcasm.

"This person doesn't understand anything, so he came to customize the magic weapon."

"I don't know where it came from. I haven't seen it in the world."

"I guess, this kid is poor and white, he is here to join in the fun."

Hearing these remarks, Su Zimo smiled, did not refute, and continued to ask: "What is the price of a custom-made superb weapon?"

"Haha!"

There was a burst of laughter inside and outside the True Fire Refining Workshop.

"Let me just say, this man is here to join in the fun, and pretends to be like he knows it well."

"Customize the best spirit weapon, he can also ask this kind of words, it laughs me to death."

One person said with emotion: "It's really ignorant."

Su Zimo calmly looked at the giggling True Fire disciples opposite, with a faint smile on his mouth.

A cultivator standing behind Su Zimo seemed unbearable, and explained in a low voice: "Friends of Taoism, there is no custom-made superb spirit weapon. Even if someone prepares a hundred materials, no refiner will dare to take over. It takes chance and luck to make the best spirit weapons, and the failure rate is too high."

"Yeah." Su Zimo nodded.

This person said again: "The master craftsman can refine a superb spirit weapon in his life, and it is enough to make it famous! And the price of the superb spirit weapon is not fixed, and it can be sold at the lowest price when thrown in the auction house. Five hundred thousand high-grade spirit stones. If someone bids, it is possible to sell them for millions!"

The high-grade spirit implements have three spiritual patterns, and at most, they can sell one 5,000 high-grade spirit stones.

And the best spirit weapon, only one more spirit mark than the top rank, the price is more than a hundred times more expensive!

The gap in this can be imagined.

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

The shopkeeper of Zhenhuo Refining Workshop came over and waved to Su Zimo, making no secret of the disgust in his eyes.

Su Zimo didn't get angry, just smiled, and said: "The shopkeeper, I think one day, you will regret it."

After saying this, Su Zimo turned and left.

……

After inquiring about the market, Su Zimo already knows it.

Furthermore, Su Zimo is even more convinced that his refining workshop will become the largest in the royal city, and he will even step on the real fire refining workshop!

Without going too far, Su Zimo's heart moved and his eyes swept across a corner not far away.

There was a fourteen-five-year-old girl curled up and sitting on the ground, her body was dirty, her clothes in tatters, her yellow hair scattered, her face stained, and only one pair of eyes was very clear.

A cold wind blew, and the little girl shrank her neck, her lips pressed tightly, and she trembled.

For some reason, seeing this little girl, Su Zimo thought of Xiao Ning.

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

Su Zimo sighed inwardly, bought a few buns nearby, wrapped them in oil paper and handed them to the little girl, and said softly: "Let’s eat."

A trace of fear flashed in the little girl's eyes, a little hesitant, and she did not take the oil paper.

Su Zimo didn't force it, put the oil paper next to the little girl, took out a blue shirt from the storage bag, and gently put it on the little girl before standing up.

This action made the little girl less vigilant about Su Zimo.

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

Su Zimo was planning to leave, but Ye Ling suddenly moved in his arms, poked out a small black head, and glanced at the little girl.

Without waiting for Su Zimo to speak, Ye Ling suddenly jumped out and ran to the little girl, poking his nose and sniffing something on the little girl.

"Ah!"

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

Su Zimo frowned, hurriedly drew Ye Ling back and stuffed it into his arms.

Unusually, Ye Ling did not hide, but poked his head and kept looking at the little girl.

Su Zimo apologized and said softly: "Don't be afraid, it won't hurt you."

The little girl kept silent, but stared at Su Zimo, extremely alert.

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

The two did not know each other before, and they met by the water. Su Zimo felt a little bit about Xiao Ning, and gave her a meal and a dress, which is the most benevolent and righteous.

Su Zimo walked towards his residence.

Without going too far, Su Zimo's heart moved and his eyes turned slightly.

Su Zimo caught a glimpse of the little girl wrapped in his blue shirt, devouring the buns, following him, keeping a certain distance.

Su Zimo smiled and didn't care.

It didn't take long for Su Zimo to arrive at the door of Yongxingfang.

On the side of the gate of Yongxingfang, there was a large circle of people. Although there were many people, it was extremely quiet, and only the voices from the crowd could be heard.

"But it said that the battle lasted two days and nights, the sky was dark, the land broke, and the dragon was finally cut under the sword by this person~IndoMTL.com~The corpses were all over the earth, bleeding and drifting, it was extremely tragic!"

In the middle of the crowd, an old man wearing a long gown with a Confucianism on his head was telling a story with his mouth full of words.

This book is a storyteller who wanders among the folks, making up strange things that can't be done really, Su Zimo listens a lot.

But I don’t know why, after hearing these words from the old man, Su Zimo couldn’t help but uncontrollably appear in front of the ancient ruins, a sea of ​​cruel bones!

Su Zimo shook his head and didn't think much about it. He just thought to himself: "Just when the Shenlong appeared, someone has made up the story of the Shenlong, and there is something else."

At this moment, someone raised his voice: "The storyteller, you just talked about this paragraph this morning."

"I have said it, but some people have not heard it." The old man said with a smile.

Su Zimoton stayed in shape, turned his head slowly, and looked at the old man in the crowd.

Does the old man's sentence just now meant something, or did he just say it casually?