Endless sea.

Xianmeng City, Fudao Hall.

In the weapon refining room in the back hall, Cheng Buzheng sat cross-legged on the cushion, and rows of jade boxes were placed in front of him.

And his eyes were staring at the [Daoyi Spirit Cauldron] shrouded by the Thunder Dragon Heavenly Fire.

At the same time, his hands turned into afterimages, dancing quickly, and a touch of spiritual light with mysterious rhythms penetrated into the Daoyi Spirit Cauldron in front of him.

After a long time.

Cheng Buzheng, who was sitting cross-legged on the cushion, had a bright look in his eyes, and a hint of joy flashed through his eyes.

The next moment.

The magic trick in his hand changed, and a low shout rang out in the refining room.

"out!"

In an instant, the cauldron cover moved away by itself, and a vast fluctuation burst out from it.

A nearly illusory needle gradually rose from the Taoist spiritual tripod and floated above the spiritual tripod!

At the same time, the Thunder Dragon Heavenly Fire under the Daoyi Spirit Cauldron suddenly restrained...

The temperature in the refining room quickly decays!

The rolling heat wave no longer seems so uncomfortable.

At this moment!

A gust of unknown strange wind blew in the refining room, rising from the ground, spinning wildly.

See this.

Cheng Buzheng thought, and the thin needle with an almost illusory color floated in the center of the nameless strange wind like teleportation.

As the nameless monster wind rotates wildly, the hot wave spreads in the refining room.

Immediately, Cheng Buzheng stretched out his hand and Dao's spiritual tripod turned into a ray of spiritual light and penetrated into his hands.

The thunder dragon sky fire that converged into a ball also turned into a thunder dragon shining with lightning flames, and was buried in Cheng Buzheng's body.

Immediately afterwards.

Cheng Buzheng, who was sitting cross-legged on the cushion, closed his eyes and meditated and adjusted his breathing.

While waiting for the magic weapon to be completely formed, he silently restored his magic power and consumed a lot of divine thought power.

A long time later!

Cheng Buzheng, who was sitting cross-legged on the cushion, then opened his eyelids and glanced at the nearly transparent fine needle magic weapon floating in the center of the strange wind.

I saw him reach out to make a move.

In an instant, the sky above his palm seemed empty, but in fact there was an extremely sharp needle-shaped magic weapon.

This treasure is a middle-grade magic weapon, known for its speed and has the ability to break the Dharma.

It is an extremely sharp sneak attack magic weapon.

certainly.

If it is a direct confrontation with ordinary middle-grade magic weapons, its power can only be considered ordinary.

However, the main function of this treasure is to attack and kill.

If it cannot be fatal with one blow, it will definitely make the other party wary.

By then, the convenience of this treasure will be greatly reduced.

Even so!

Cheng Buzheng also likes this treasure quite well, but unfortunately he just helped others to refine it.

Thinking of this, he was a little excited and stretched out his hand!

A jade box appeared in the palm of your hand, opened the jade box and sealed the treasure in the jade box, and waved it.

The jade box fell on the shelf on one side of the refining room.

At this time, there were as many as seven or eight jade boxes on the shelf.

These jade boxes are filled with magic weapons, and they are also his achievements in recent years.

Now that the weapon refining task has been completed, it is time to complete the alchemy order.

Immediately.

Cheng Buzheng stood up, opened the door of the refining room that had been closed for a long time, and walked out.

Just then!

An old man in a black robe and expressionless face came to the Fudao Hall. He glanced at the three rune fonts on the lintel of the hall, and then stepped directly into the hall.

The old man entered the hall and saw the white-haired old Taoist who had only the foundation-building stage cultivation level inside the counter.

Immediately, the old man stepped forward a few steps to the counter, showed the token, and said lightly:

"My friend, the master of your palace is here!"

An old man, who seemed to be in his fifties and sixties, called him "Little Friend" to a white-haired old Taoist. It seemed a bit weird, but it was actually very normal.

In the world of immortal cultivation, we cannot determine our age based on appearance?

after all!

The longer some old monsters live, the younger they appear.

Moreover, there are many wonderful pills for beauty and beauty in the world of immortal cultivation.

Because of this, it is normal for a young man to call an old monk "Little Friend".

The most important thing is that in the world of immortal cultivation, we have always judged the level of cultivation based on cultivation?

Hearing words.

The white-haired old man at the counter looked at the token presented by the other party, his eyes narrowed, and then he seemed to have thought of something?

Immediately, the old white-haired Taoist quickly spoke:

"Please here for a distinguished guest!"

While speaking, the old white-haired Taoist walked out of the counter, causing a journey to the powerful people with unfathomable cultivation in front of him.

Less tilt.

The old white-haired Taoist led the old man in black robe into a VIP room. After serving tea, he said, "Dear guests wait, I will go and invite me now!"

After the words were finished, the old white-haired man bowed and then stepped down.

Obviously.

After years of training, the white-haired soul puppet has become more and more experienced in receiving distinguished guests.

It really made Cheng Buzheng the True Lord of the Yuanying.

at the same time!

Wanhua Dao Body, who was about to complete the alchemy order accumulated over the years, suddenly stopped going to the alchemy room.

‘This old man is…?’

Because in the past, there were only a few tokens he issued.

The owner of each token is his big customer.

And he can also be sure that this person was definitely not changed by those big customers.

‘Can it be possible that a big customer was robbed and the token fell into this person’s hands?’

Suddenly, his thoughts changed.

‘No, he once gave a token from the Fudao Hall in the dark market!’

‘Is this old man the monk he traded with in the dark market?’

Thoughts.

Thoughts passed through his heart.

Even so, his steps did not stop.

After leaving the back hall and coming to the front hall, Cheng Buzheng pretended to ask the old white-haired Taoist, and then walked directly to the VIP room.

VIP room!

Wan Hua, who had already changed into another face, looked at the old man in black robe sitting upright on the chair, a strange color flashed deep in his eyes, and then he chuckled:

"Fellow Daoist has been waiting for a long time, I hope I will forgive you!"

While talking.

Cheng Buzheng clasped his fists at the other party to apologize and walked in.
To be continued...