"Next time, I'll come and bother you fellow Taoist again!"
"Welcome to you, I will send you a gift!"
"There is no need for this, fellow Taoist, please stay!"
"Brother Jiang, I'm leaving first! Next time I visit fellow Taoist alone, fellow Taoist please don't turn me away!"
"How dare you? I will definitely sweep the couch to welcome you!"
Cheng Buzheng had a bright smile on his face, looked at the three people leaving, and murmured in his heart:
"I hope you won't disappoint me!"
It seems that matters related to the store will have to wait for now.
At least get rid of this big enemy and then make a plan.
Cheng Buzheng didn't believe that the other party would let his weapon-refining shop continue to operate on Xiuling Street.
After all, although Cheng Buzheng didn't know before that the owner of Yiyuan Pavilion was his biggest enemy, from Yi Yuan Pavilion's usual business, we could also see how low Yi Yuan Pavilion's treasure refining orders had fallen.
same.
The same goes for the treasure refining business in those shops.
otherwise!
It's not as if several owners whose interests were severely damaged came together to discuss with him.
Now, it's almost the limit of their patience.
Therefore, Cheng Buzheng was not worried because the opponent made no move.
If the predictions are correct, it could take as long as a year, or as little as ten days and a half, and something will be done.
What methods does the other party use now?
Thinking of this, a cold light flashed through the cold-faced old man's turbid eyes, and it disappeared in a flash!
Immediately.
Cheng Buzheng turned around and walked towards the counter, lying on the rocking chair and closing his eyes.
The rocking chair rocked back and forth again.
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the other side.
A group of three people had arrived in front of Yiyuan Pavilion.
immediately.
The three of them arrived again, on the top floor.
After waiting for a long time, the owner of Mibao Tower, the fat-headed and big-eared Zhu Yushou, was a little anxious. When he saw the three people returning, he quickly asked:
"Did the old Taoist agree?"
As soon as these words came out.
Song Bao and others, who had been calm before, turned cold, but did not say a word.
Suddenly.
Zhu Yushou knew that things were definitely not going well.
the other side.
Song Bao, who was as calm as a breeze just now, had a cold light flashing in his eyes, and he snorted coldly:
"If you don't eat the toast, you will have to drink wine as a penalty."
"Fellow Daoist Zhu, the rest will be left to you!"
Hear 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 within our expectations? Why should Brother Song be angry?"
At this time.
Madam Ma seemed to have thought of something, she covered her little cherry mouth with her beautiful hand and started laughing.
Seeing this, Song Bao frowned and glanced at Madam Ma coldly.
However, when he heard Mrs. Ma's delicate chuckle, Zhu Yushou also knew clearly what must have happened during this period?
Immediately.
He directly asked Mrs. Ma.
After a while!
Only then did Mrs. Ma stop smiling, and without concealing anything, she recounted what happened today.
It was obviously a very ordinary thing, but when she told it, it was full of ups and downs, with the rhythm rising and falling, and she suddenly turned a trivial matter into an intense story.
It shows that Mrs. Ma is still very talented in telling stories.
Regarding this.
Su Ruxiu didn't say it. Although his tone was a bit exaggerated, that was generally true.
At this time.
Song Bao gave up and said:
"Okay, ma'am!"
"Don't make fun of me, a bad old man. Besides, I'm not the only one the old man is talking about, you two are among them!"
Hear the words.
Mrs. Ma chuckled lightly, said nothing more, and ended hastily!
After hearing the outline of this incident, I also knew what was going on!
However, Zhu Yushou is a Jindan monk after all, and his experience is not simple. He automatically filters out useless information and exaggerated words, and clearly understands the whole story!
What an incredible thing it is for a middle-stage Golden Elixir monk to humiliate a late-stage Golden Elixir monk!
No wonder Brother Song is so angry.
He also knows that in the eyes of a master of weapon refining, a small difference in realm is nothing. The real difference lies in the skill of weapon refining!
certainly.
If there was a big difference in realm, what happened today would never have happened.
No wonder, facing the humiliation of that cold-faced old man, Brother Song had no choice but to smile.
Otherwise, if they fall out, Yiyuan Pavilion's reputation will be ruined.
If word spreads, Brother Song will also be excluded in the weapon refining circle of Xianmeng City.
Not only can such a thing not be talked about openly, let alone spread.
There is another very important factor, that is, Brother Song wants to stabilize the other party and prevent his next actions from being restricted.
The pros and cons of this matter were quickly analyzed clearly by Zhu Yushou.
Immediately afterwards.
The four of them discussed the details again.
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Black and white rotation!
Time passes day by day!
In the blink of an eye, a month passed.
This day.
Immortal Mansion Lingshan, in a certain cave.
Cheng Buzheng was sitting cross-legged on the pure jade bed, his whole body covered in billowing spiritual energy, like a thick cocoon of light that enveloped him.
suddenly.
Infinite devouring power erupted from Cheng Buzheng's body and swept through the entire secret room.
In an instant.
The extremely rich spiritual energy flowed back into his body.
It can be seen how vast the spiritual energy that the Golden elixir monk breathes out each time is.
After three breaths.
Cheng Buzheng was sitting cross-legged on the jade bed, with no aura around him.
at the same time.
Cheng Buzheng, who had been sitting 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 Da Sui, no...it should be Xiao Roar who was regurgitating, and then withdrew his gaze.
Immediately, a look of thought flashed in his eyes, and he murmured:
"No action yet, it should be soon!"
"Forget it, let's change the spiritual materials for the formation first!"
I just refined an Earth Spirit Pill, and I have to wait at least half a year before I can continue to take the next pill for practice.
In this way, the effectiveness of the elixir can be maximized and the interval is also the best.
Continuing to practice hard will have little effect!
It’s better to finish the first thing first, after all, things have priorities!
What's more, Cheng Buzheng didn't know what they would do next?
If the third-level formation "Nine Flood Dragon Purgatory Formation" is refined, at least one more backup weapon will be available.
Thinking of this, Cheng Buzheng did not hesitate, stood up directly and walked out!
In the blink of an eye.
Another two months have passed.
This day.
Xianmeng City, on Xiuling Street.
A very handsome middle-aged monk, with a very friendly smile on his lips, was walking forward.
Although this man had a nice smile, the monk who was walking towards him quickly stepped aside when he saw this man, and only dared to continue on his way after the man passed by.
This is not because this person has such a great reputation in the Immortal League City, but mainly because of the coercion surrounding his extremely rich body.
That suffocating spiritual pressure proves that this person is definitely a strong man.
Therefore, even if the other person's smile is friendly, no monk dares to be disrespectful!
after all.
In the world of immortal cultivation, there are too many monks who are kind-hearted but cruel.
Therefore, no matter which monk faces a strong person, he will wear a mask of respect.
Not long after.
The monk, who was extremely handsome, looked at the plaque on the side of the shop in front of him.
The smile on his face became even brighter.
See this.
The steps under his feet changed slightly and he walked straight towards the shop.