Next door is a blacksmith shop. Because the prices are high and only high-quality products are sold, business is always deserted.
A good blacksmith shop is a bit like an antique shop. It probably lasts three years if it is not open, and three years if it is open.
Next to the blacksmith shop is the Immortal Talisman Shop, which operates on a small-profit-quick-turnover basis, selling mostly low-quality immortal talismans.
Once, a drizzle charm sold in a shop caused a heavy downpour, washing away all the young seedlings in the family's field. The victim came to seek explanation, and finally alerted the government.
Seeing that An Qingli seldom went out, the owner of the Xianfu Shop walked over in a few steps and grabbed An Qingli's arm without intending to let go.
"Master An, congratulations, you've advanced again!" The owner of the fairy talisman shop grabbed An Qingli's arm and smiled with his eyes, "Going on a mission is quite dangerous, right? There must be a lot of fairy talismans. Let's go, come on.
Take a look around my shop."
Go to his shop and buy inferior talismans?
An Qingli took two steps back and said repeatedly: "Don't dare, don't dare."
"If you dare, just walk around!" The owner of the fairy shop smiled brighter and brighter. He was so shameless and didn't know how to advance or retreat. He was afraid that he would often say "don't hit the smiling person with your hand".
An Qingli raised his eyebrows and suddenly smiled: "Then I'll let Hei Yao go to your place."
The expression on the face of the owner of the Immortal Talisman Shop suddenly changed. He quickly took a few steps back and quickly said, "Don't dare."
An Qingli smiled, straightened his wrinkled sleeves and stepped into the blacksmith shop.
The blacksmith shop was deserted, as deserted as the face of the landlady.
"What are you looking for?" The female weapon refiner with her head wrapped in blue stripes, with deep wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, and a face full of hard work and vicissitudes of life, asked in a rough voice with her right arm holding up a large hammer that was heavier than herself.
An Qingli thought to himself: I'm looking at you, Master.
Xiao Lingxi stared at the weapon-refining master, looked at it seriously for a moment, and suddenly exclaimed: "Qingli, this lady is actually in the Great Luojin Fairyland!"
Nowadays, there are only ten famous Daluo Jinxian in Kaiyang Mansion. Unexpectedly, there is an eleventh one hidden in this small blacksmith shop!
Moreover, this person also has a high-level concealment talisman attached to his body, which most people cannot detect yet.
There are indeed hidden dragons and crouching tigers in Kaiyang Mansion.
An Qingli looked at the vicissitudes of life lady who raised and dropped the hammer, wanting to see something more.
This lady's surname is Mo. She has opened a shop here for three thousand years. She is also an old lady on this street. People give her the nickname Mo Qianchui or Mo Bailian.
Because Mo Qianzhui was not feminine enough and Mo Bailian sounded a little elegant, we simply called her Aunt Mo in the end.
"You can pick whatever you want." Aunt Mo said gruffly, and she seemed to be indifferent to An Qingli, a buyer who rarely came to her door. "The price tag is next to it, it's a fixed price."
"good."
An Qingli responded, listening to the sound of the forging at close range, and slowly walked around in the small shop to appreciate it.
Appreciation indeed.
Every artifact displayed is of the same level of quality.
Not only does it make people feel comfortable at first glance, but it also makes people feel even more comfortable when it is held in hand.
The fairy weapons in this shop give people the feeling that if they are given better forging materials, they can continue to advance.
But just because their prices are on the high side, and the proprietress’s attitude is that she likes to buy or not, the store’s business is deserted, and there are only a few people around.
An Qingli took a fancy to a fourth-grade fairy sword with a relatively rare wood attribute.
"Can I try this fourth-grade green wood sword?" An Qingli looked at the female weapon refiner again.
Aunt Mo looked at An Qingli coldly: "Can you use the sword?"
Why did she hear the old man say that An Qingli was guarding corpses for the Kaiyang Mansion Yamen, and he also had the ability to transcend resentful souls?
An Qingli said: "I am a master of swordsmanship."
Aunt Mo wiped the sweat from her face and said in a rough voice: "Just give me enough fairy crystals."
An Qingli specifically looked at the price tag on the side. It was still not going to bankrupt her, so she simply closed her eyes and sensed the fairy sword with her mind.
Many fairy magic weapons have spirituality.
An Qingli closed his eyes and stood still.
One breath passed.
Two breaths passed...
The Aoki sword facing him finally began to tremble.
Aunt Mo glanced at An Qingli lightly, and she found that he indeed had some attainments in swordsmanship.
But it’s a sword, it’s magic, and it can exorcise demons and catch ghosts. Isn’t it too complicated to learn?
If you are not focused enough, you may not be able to reach the top.
An Qingli was still sensing with his eyes closed, and the green wood sword continued to tremble, and it also made a pleasant buzzing sound.
Aunt Mo thought to herself that she could finally make a business today and buy new materials to create new immortal weapons.
As for these fairy weapons in the shop, going back and forth to the furnace for refining is indeed a bit boring.
However, before Aunt Mo was happy for a moment, she realized that something was going to happen to her shop.
An Qingli was still standing where he was, but more and more immortal artifacts in the shop began to tremble and scream.
"That's okay?!"
Aunt Mo began to sweat on her temples. According to the rules of the fairy shop, when the buyer senses the fairy, the shop owner cannot interrupt the purchase and must do his best to ensure that the buyer is not disturbed by foreign objects.
But now, looking at the agitation of weapons in this room, I am afraid that most of the weapons here will belong to An Qingli.
Aunt Mo was happy, but it was basically certain that An Qingli wouldn't be able to produce so many fairy crystals.
So this is empty joy, or empty joy at a loss.
Some immortal weapons have begun to leave the display stand and run towards An Qingli.
Outside the blacksmith shop, a large united world rose up. Firstly, it meant that no one would be allowed to enter, and it protected An Qingli who was selecting treasures. Secondly, it also prevented these restless immortal weapons from escaping on their own.
really!
There was a buzzing sound.
Two spiritual swords actually fought on their own to fight for the master.
Aunt Mo's palms were sweaty. The two swords were fighting, fearing that they would destroy her shop.
Just as she expected.
Four more fairy swords joined the fray, and six fairy swords were already fighting together.
The sword energy is vertical and horizontal.
The powder is flying.
It blurred An Qingli's tall figure, and also blurred Aunt Mo's eyes.
An Qingli remained unmoved, and Aunt Mo was so angry that she threw the sledgehammer.
Her shop!
Six flying swords are fighting fiercely on their heads.
An Qingli put his hands behind his back, relying entirely on his senses, taking strange steps with his feet, moving sideways, and cleverly avoiding those sharp sword energy.
"You're the only one who's very capable! You're the only one who can teleport!"
Aunt Mo's arm was cut by the raging sword energy. She looked at the little girl who was sensing with her eyes closed, cursed, took out a golden bell cover, and covered herself in it.
An Qingli suddenly stepped forward and made a decision in his heart. He stretched out his hand and said, "Here comes the sword!"
That sword is a fifth-grade fire attribute fairy sword, and it also has extremely strong defensive attributes. It is first-class in both offense and defense, and is of the highest grade.
But the sword didn't come, and An Qingli's hand was still empty.
An Qingli felt a little embarrassed, his consciousness locked on the fire-attribute flying sword, and he summoned it again.
"Here comes the sword!"
"boom!"
There was a roar, and an unpretentious big hammer shook away the six flying swords, domineeringly smashing them into An Qingli's hand.