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Getting off the bed, Zhuang Qiu first used a cleansing formula for himself, his hair was messed up yesterday, and he didn't comb it, so he casually let it loose behind his head.

After going out, I saw Ji Qingning who was pushing a wheelchair to come in.

Ji Qingning glanced at him lightly, and said, "What do you look like with disheveled clothes?"

Zhuang Qiu pinned his hair behind his ears, and asked guiltily, "Last night... nothing happened."

"What do you want to happen?"

Zhuang Qiu quickly shook his head and said: "Brother is not the kind of person who breaks the contract at will, you should have a good rest, brother should leave first if you have something to do."

After speaking, he ran out from Ji Qingning's side in embarrassment. Ji Qingning hesitated to speak and wanted to stop him, but finally looked at his back and said nothing.

There were two steaming steamed buns on his wheelchair, which was originally a breakfast he brought along along the way.

He threw the things into the bucket that the boy was going to take away, and pushed the wheelchair into the house.

Zhuang Qiu here went back to his room, fixed his hair in a bun before coming out, it was already time for breakfast, but Qinghong still kindly left him two spiritual fruits, Zhuang Qiu gnawed on the spiritual fruits He asked, "Master, what are your plans for today?"

"I'm going to buy a few spirit beasts. All the ones on the mountain were eaten up before."

"Where are you going to buy spirit beasts?"

"Go to the Spirit Beast Market, you want to buy a saber, then you need to go to the Blacksmiths Association, you know the address of the Blacksmiths Association, right?"

"I know, my aunt told me yesterday."

"As for your Sea of ​​Consciousness, I don't know where it's sold. You can go to the Medicinal Pill Association to have a look first, but generally those that can affect your Sea of ​​Consciousness are snatched up and won't be left at the end."

After eating the spiritual fruit, Zhuang Qiu left for the blacksmith association.

There is a Qi training environment at the entrance that will check your identity certificate. After confirming that your identity is correct, you will be given a name tag that is about the length of your finger. The card is fine, but when you go out, you have to pay the Lingshi on the first floor to ensure that there is no deficit in the card.

The woman on the first floor had a sweet voice and said happily: "Now do the activity, recharge 1000 spirit stones, and you will get [-] yuan. Except for the lowest spirit weapon, you can buy everything else with this [-] yuan."

"No, I don't need it for now."

"Okay, I wish you a happy shopping at the Blacksmiths Association."

After bidding farewell to the Qi training girl on the first floor, Zhuang Qiu went up to the second floor. Most of the halls on the first floor are used for the foundation-building stage and below. The place is the most spacious and the most lively. Compared with the spiritual weapon used in the Yuanying period, it is compared to the first floor.The space on the second floor is much narrower, and there are a lot less things, but this also made Zhuang Qiu's eyes widen in shock. He thought that his natal sword was pretty good, but he only knew when he saw the material of the spiritual weapon here. How short-sighted I am.

There are at least hundreds of swords made of Jiutian Meteorite alone, some of them are even used for Jindan Stage, and some of the swords of Yuanying Stage are forged with star sinking iron, which is stronger than Zhuang Qiu's sword. It needs to be a lot harder.

The swords here are not only based on hardness, but also soft swords and clever swords. Some swords are very ingeniously made and should be used by women. They are extremely soft and can be worn around the waist as swords, and they are also very beautiful as decorations.

There are also axes, axes, hooks and forks, all kinds of weapons, even custom weapons, as long as you have spirit stones, you can buy anything you want here.

Zhuang Qiu touched his storage bag, feeling a little shy.

Although these things are very good, they are not to the extent that Zhuang Qiu feels he must.

But Zhuang Qiu walked all the way, it was almost dark, and he still couldn't see the sword that made him very excited.

His Qinglian sword, because it echoes his way, is actually a very spiritual sword. After being broken by the Son, the spirituality disappeared. Zhuang Qiu buried it in the Ten Thousand Swords Cave .

Suddenly, Zhuang Qiu saw a sword in the air.

This sword is extremely spiritual, unlike other swords, which are lazily lying on the shelf, he hangs high in the air.

Without the support of spiritual power, the sword would not be able to stand in the air for too long, and after a while, it fell to the highest shelf to store ashes.

The sword energy is sluggish, and its remaining spirituality is about to be exhausted on this shelf because it has lost its owner.

Maybe it used to be a famous sword of a generation, Zhuang Qiu saw the pride in it.

But helplessly, the hero can only decline so far in his old age.

Zhuang Qiu spent a bit of spiritual energy to go there.

He didn't mean to subdue the sword, but just helped it fly.

Spiritual power poured into the sword, and the gray sword suddenly shone brightly and flew towards Zhuang Qiu.

Zhuang Qiu was stunned.

Then he laughed again.

"Alright, you and I are destined."

The treasures in this world are all about fate. Some people hold a divine weapon, but they can't use it. Some people hold the most common sword, but their ability is overwhelming.

Zhuang Qiu took the hilt and looked at the inscription on it.

Broken life.

Born from a broken place, this implication is also good.

The more Zhuang Qiu looked at it, the more satisfied he was. He was about to check the price of the sword on the shelf, but was suddenly stopped by a person.

"Sir, this sword has been recognized several times before." A voice came over suddenly.

Although he was wearing the clothes of the Blacksmith Association, he was obviously different from the woman on the first floor. There was a small hammer logo on his clothes.

Zhuang Qiu remembered that this seemed to be the mark of a craftsman.

Zhuang Qiu's master, Shenyin, is a master of alchemy in the present age. Shenyin's swordsmanship has fallen, and his realm can't be improved. It stands to reason that he can't keep his name as an elder, but no one in the Qingyuan Mountains is willing to be with him. The enmity was not only because of Xiao Yi's preference, but also because Shenyin was a master of formation and alchemy at the same time.

The headquarters of the Alchemy Association and the Artifact Association are both located in Dongli, but they have branches in various states. Shenyin is the alchemy master in Huzhou. There are five pills on his alchemist clothes, and the colors are different .

The person in front of him should be the craftsman of the Blacksmith Association.

Zhuang Qiu saluted and asked: "This brother wants to say something to me."

"Exactly. The sword in your hand is called Duansheng. It was forged in the last battle between the monsters. Its owner died in that battle. Its material is special and it is a rare ore. , blood coagulation essence, this kind of ore can use the blood of its owner to stimulate the ore's own violent attribute. Originally, it was very easy to control, but in the war, he absorbed too much blood, human, demon, it His master's has become extremely unstable now, his previous masters all died under this violent attribute, and his sea of ​​consciousness burst."

"So, it is harmful to the sea of ​​consciousness?"

"Exactly, it will unknowingly affect your sea of ​​consciousness and make it violent. Every time you use it, the hostility will become heavier. Within ten years, you will lose control of your aura."

Zhuang Qiu glanced at the sword in his hand, its blade flashed red from time to time under the light, which looked very strange.

But he doesn't have a bit of hostility, it is innocent, maybe it just wants to help its master, but his help hurts his master.bath salts read.add

The sword spirit was screaming, and Zhuang Qiu seemed to feel that mourning.

He looked at the restless sword, touched his hilt, and then smiled at the refiner in front of him: "I see, thank you for your advice, but I have made up my mind."

The refiner sighed.

He said this to everyone, but they just don't believe in evil. They always feel that they are the most special ones, and they always feel that they can resist the hostility.

But in the end, everyone died violently, and this sword became a thing without an owner.

But he couldn't interfere with other people's thoughts, and dissuading him was fruitless, so he left with a sigh.

Holding the sword, Zhuang Qiu went to the lobby on the first floor to pay the spirit stone, and then walked out of the blacksmith association.

After handing over the spirit stone, Zhuang Qiu found a quiet place and recognized the sword as its master. The people in the lobby on the first floor also told him about the way to recognize the master. All he needs to do is drop a drop of blood and form a bond.

After Zhuang Qiu felt the intention of the sword, he comforted it a few times, and put him in the storage bag.

Half of his savings was gone in one fell swoop. At first he thought he had enough spirit stones, but now it seems that it is far from enough.

In addition to the Blacksmith Association, Zhuang Qiu went to the Pill Association.

The process of entering the door is still the same, but just after entering the door, Zhuang Qiu felt a burst of medicinal fragrance coming to his nostrils, smelling this smell, he felt his whole body going limp.

Naturally, the pills on the first floor had no effect on him, so he went up to the second floor.

The classification of elixir is very clear, for strengthening cultivation, for healing, for breaking barriers, for helping enlightenment, everything.

Zhuang Qiu walked all the way, and finally saw the pill of spiritual consciousness at the end.

There are only two pitiful types of spiritual consciousness pills that are useful for the Nascent Soul stage, one is to strengthen the spiritual consciousness, and the other is to broaden the sea of ​​consciousness. As for the pill that repairs the sea of ​​consciousness, I have not seen it.

Although the result had been expected, Zhuang Qiu was still a little disappointed.

And that elixir that enhances consciousness, just one, will consume all his remaining savings.

Zhuang Qiu looked at the elixir, although he really wanted to buy one for Ji Qingning, but he was too shy.

It would be great if Ji Qingning could take this elixir, and his formation could go a step further.

Having been hit hard, Zhuang Qiu, who felt that he was a poor ghost, walked out of the Medicinal Medicine Association. He took out the address that Xiao Yi had given him, which indicated a location, but compared with the map of Shang'an, the ground seemed to be Just a blank spot.

But Xiao Yi told him that this place must have his intentions.

Zhuang Qiu didn't hesitate anymore, and went to the place Xiao Yi told him.

When he arrived at this place, he realized why Xiao Yi didn't dare to speak up.

Because this is a place not controlled by any forces, without the approval of Jinyuan Pavilion and Xingyun Club, it is Shang'an's underground black market.