Xiuxian: The Beginning Starts with the Drug Boy

  Chapter 592

   Yuan Lai Artifact Refining Shop, in the hall.

   "Next time, I won't bother fellow daoist again!"

   "Welcome to you, the old way sees you off!"

   "No need to do this, fellow daoist, please stay!"

   "Brother Jiang, this concubine is leaving first! Next time this concubine visits a fellow daoist alone, please don't reject this concubine!"

   "How dare you, the old Taoist will welcome you!"

   Cheng Buzheng had a smile on his face, looked at the backs of the three leaving, and murmured in his heart:

   "I hope you won't disappoint me!"

   It seems that we have to wait for the closing of the store.

   At least get rid of this big enemy, and then make plans.

  Cheng Buzheng can't believe it, the other party will let his refining shop continue to open on Xiuling Street.

   After all, although Cheng Buzheng didn't know before that the owner of Yiyuan Pavilion was his big enemy, but from the usual business of Yiyuan Pavilion, it can be seen how far the treasure refining orders of Yiyuan Pavilion have fallen.

   Same.

  The same is true for the treasure refining business of those shops.

otherwise!

   Not at all, several owners whose interests have been seriously damaged, came here to discuss with him.

   Now, it is almost the limit of their patience.

  So, Cheng Buzheng wasn't worried, the other party didn't move.

  If the expectation is not bad, it may take a year at most, or ten days and a half months at least, and there must be action.

   Now what means do you have against the other party?

  Thinking of this, a cold light flashed across the cloudy eyes of the cold-faced old man, and it disappeared in a flash!

   Immediately.

  Cheng Buzheng turned around and walked towards the counter, lying down on the rocking chair with his eyes closed.

  The rocking chair rocked back and forth again.

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the other side.

   A group of three people has arrived at the Yiyuan Pavilion.

   Immediately.

  The three of them came again, in the top floor.

   After waiting for a long time, Zhu Yushou, the proprietor of Baolou, who was a little anxious, saw the three of them coming back, and hurriedly asked:

   "Did the old man agree?"

   As soon as the words came out.

   Song Bao and the others, who had been acting as if nothing had happened before, looked cold, but did not say a word.

   Immediately.

  Zhu Yushou knew that things were bound to go wrong.

the other side.

  Song Bao, who was like a breeze just now, also flashed a cold light in his eyes at this time, and snorted coldly:

   "If you don't eat a toast, you will be fined."

   "Fellow Daoist Zhu, I will leave the rest to you!"

   Heard the words.

  Zhu Yushou nodded his fat head and said with a smile:

   "Okay, leave it to me!"

   "But even if the other party doesn't agree, isn't it all within our expectations? Why should Brother Song get angry!"

   At this time.

  Madam Ma seemed to have thought of something, covered her small cherry mouth with her jade hand, and giggled.

  Seeing this, Song Bao frowned, and gave Mrs. Ma a cold look.

  However, hearing Mrs. Ma's charming chuckle, Zhu Yushou also knew that something must have happened during this period?

   Immediately.

  He asked Mrs. Ma directly.

   After a while!

   Madam Ma stopped smiling, and she didn't hide anything at the moment, telling what happened today.

  It was obviously a very common thing, but she told it with ups and downs, the rhythm was high and low, abruptly turning a mere trivial matter into a story with an intense plot.

   shows that Mrs. Ma is still very talented in storytelling.

   About this.

  Su Ruxiu didn't say that, although the tone was a little exaggerated, the truth is roughly the same.

   At this time.

  Song Bao gave up and said:

   "All right, ma'am!"

   "Don't make fun of me, a bad old man, besides, the old man is not talking about the old man alone, the two of you are also among them!"

   Heard the words.

   Madam Ma chuckled lightly, didn't say much, and then it ended hastily!

  After hearing about the matter, I also know what's going on!

  But Zhu Yushou is a Jindan monk after all, and his experience is not simple. He automatically filters out those useless information and exaggerated words, and clearly understands the whole story!

  A mid-Golden Core, humiliating a late-Golden Core monk, what an incredible thing!

   No wonder Brother Song is so angry.

  He also knows that in the eyes of the master craftsman, a small difference in realm is nothing, the real difference lies in the attainments of craftsmanship!

certainly.

  If there is a big difference in realm, it is absolutely impossible to have what happened today.

   No wonder, facing the humiliation of that cold-faced old man, Brother Song also had to smile.

   Otherwise, the reputation of Yiyuan Pavilion will be ruined once they turn their backs.

  If it spreads, Brother Song will also be excluded in the weapon refining circle of Xianmeng City.

  Things like this, not only cannot be brought to the public, but also cannot be spread.

   There is another very important factor, that is, in order to stabilize the opponent, Brother Song will not let him be restricted in his next actions.

  The pros and cons of this matter were quickly analyzed by Zhu Yushou.

   Immediately after.

  The four discussed the details again.

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   Black and white rotation!

   Time passed day by day!

   In the blink of an eye, a month has passed.

   This day.

  In Lingshan, Xianfu, in a certain cave.

   Sitting cross-legged on the Qingshen Lingyu bed, Cheng Buzheng was covered by billowing spiritual energy, wrapping him like a thick cocoon of light.

  Suddenly.

  Infinite devouring power erupted from Cheng Buzheng's body, sweeping the entire secret room.

  In an instant.

  The extremely rich aura flowed backwards into his body.

   It can be seen how vast the spiritual energy that the Golden Core cultivator exhales every time.

  After three breaths.

  Cheng Buzheng sat cross-legged on the jade bed, and there was no trace of aura around him.

at the same time.

  Cheng Buzheng, who sat cross-legged on the jade bed for a month without moving at all, slowly opened his eyes, and a flash of lightning flashed in the secret room.

   Soon, the vision disappeared.

  Cheng Buzheng glanced at Dashui, no... it should be Xiaohou who was spitting out, and then looked away.

   Immediately, a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes, and he murmured:

   "No action yet, it should be soon!"

   "Forget it, let's go and replace the spirit material of the formation first!"

  I just refined a elixir of the earth, and I have to wait at least half a year before I can continue to take the next elixir for cultivation.

   In this way, the efficacy of the panacea can be maximized, and it is also the best interval.

  Continuing to practice penance has little effect!

   It is better to finish the first thing first, after all, there are priorities!

   Besides, Cheng Buzheng didn't know, what would they do next?

  If the third-order formation "Nine Jiao Purgatory Formation" is refined, at least one more backup will be available.

  Thinking of this, Cheng Buzheng didn't hesitate, stood up and walked out!

   In a blink of an eye.

   Another two months passed.

   This day.

  Xianmeng City, Xiuling Street.

  A middle-aged monk with a very rich figure, with a very friendly smile on his mouth, was walking forward.

  Although this person had a pleasant smile on his face, the monks who were walking towards him hurriedly backed away when they saw this person, and only dared to continue on their way after the person passed by.

   It's not that this person has a great reputation in Xianmeng City, it's mainly because of the coercion surrounding his extremely rich body.

  The suffocating spiritual pressure all proved that this person is definitely a strong person.

  So, even if the other party's smile is kind, none of the monks dare to be disrespectful!

after all.

  In the world of cultivating immortals, there are too many monks who are kind-hearted and cruel.

   Therefore, no matter which monk, when facing the strong, he will wear a respectful camouflage mask.

   not long.

  The very handsome monk looked behind the plaque of the shop in front of him.

  The smile on his face grew wider.

   See here.

  The steps under his feet changed slightly, and he walked straight to the shop.

  (end of this chapter)