Su Ming's pale complexion turned a little rosy after recovering from the Qi Blood Pill and a night's practice.
But compared with ordinary monks, he still looks very weak.
Walk to Dongfang District.
Su Ming walked into Huoyunfang with his legs up.
Huoyunfang, the fire room area on the first level.
Manager Chen looked slightly surprised when he saw Su Ming.
He handed the wooden sign to Su Ming and gave a rare reminder: "The art of refining weapons should not be done too hastily. With your third level of Qi training, refining weapons so frequently may damage the foundation of your practice."
After two years of refining weapons at Manager Chen's place, this was the only time he said something off-topic. Su Ming immediately handed over his hands and thanked him: "Thank you, senior, for your advice. I will save it for you, junior."
"Um,"
Manager Chen nodded and said, "It cannot exceed twelve hours."
Su Ming nodded, paid 50 Broken Spirits, and walked deeper into the corridor.
Five hours later.
Su Ming left Huoyunfang with 1 strengthening point in his arms.
With the strengthening points in hand, Su Ming didn't care about anything else and rushed towards his store without stopping.
Less than half a stick of incense.
The second floor of shop No. 19, T-shaped.
Su Ming couldn't wait to take out a paper figurine the size of a magic talisman, and then shouted: "Go!"
The talisman-sized paper man shot out, hit the ground, and instantly turned into a seven-foot-tall paper man puppet.
Seeing the familiar paper puppet appear in front of him, Su Ming's heart was beating fast.
He stretched out his right hand and grabbed the paper man's arm.
next moment.
A heavenly voice sounded in my mind.
"If you find a special magic weapon, do you want to strengthen it?"
feasible!
Su Ming's eyes sparkled, and his delicate face turned red with excitement.
"strengthen!"
Su Ming immediately chose to strengthen the paper puppet.
The newly refined paper man is not very strong. It may be able to crush ordinary people, but it is no match for monks who are proficient in magic and even possess magical tools.
However, once it has been practiced for more than a year, ordinary monks in the early stages of Qi training will find it difficult to match it, even if they hold magic weapons and talismans.
At least a third-level qi-training monk like Su Ming was no match for the paper puppet who had been practicing for a year.
The strengthening point in Su Ming's mind changed from 1 to 0.
Following this, the paper puppet's body flashed with golden light, and then its aura surged.
"This is at least equivalent to a year of sacrifice!"
Feeling the faint sense of oppression emanating from the paper puppet, Su Ming was ecstatic.
In just one night, he obtained a paper puppet that was more powerful than himself.
Su Ming now finally knew why the mysterious old man who gave him the paper puppet technique ended up in the situation he was in today.
Facing such a technique that can rapidly increase strength, no monk can endure it.
Although others practice this technique, the price is more than a hundred times higher than Su Ming.
But in just one year, you can have a paper puppet whose strength exceeds your own. Everyone would want to give it a try.
Shake your head and don't think about it anymore.
Su Ming shouted "Put it away", turned the paper puppet back into a paper man, and put it into the storage bag.
"Now that we have the means to defend ourselves, the next step is to improve our cultivation."
Putting away the paper puppet, Su Ming suppressed his excitement and began to think about a plan to improve his cultivation.
After two years of dormancy, Su Ming transformed from a novice weapon refiner who knew nothing about it to a weapon refiner.
It is no exaggeration to say that even if Su Ming does not have the golden finger to decompose and strengthen magic weapons, with his talent in weapon refining, as long as he does not die halfway, he will be able to occupy a place in Qingshui Fang City sooner or later.
But with the golden finger that can decompose and strengthen magic weapons, Su Ming is definitely not willing to slowly improve the level of weapon refining.
He had to overturn his previous plan and draw up a new training plan.
Think of this.
Su Ming took down another notebook narrated in Chinese from the bookshelf.
This was the weapon refining plan that Su Ming had set for himself before.
Looking through his notes, Su Ming saw that his plans for the future were written in them. He felt that life was like a dream, and it felt unreal.
After rubbing his somewhat swollen head, Su Ming thought about his next training plan.
"At my current refining speed, I can earn up to 4 spiritual stones per day, but if this continues, my body will be unable to bear it, so I must reduce the number of refining times. Even if I don't consider my health, I still have to leave enough training time.
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Su Ming thought to himself, "Refining weapons 8 times a month and using half of them to upgrade the paper puppet will leave 10 spirit stones as profit. The paper puppet can also be strengthened 4 times in a month.
In more than two months, it can be strengthened to the limit, and I don’t know if the paper puppet can break through the limits recorded in ancient books."
Shaking his head, Su Ming continued to think about his training plan.
"In addition to strengthening the paper puppets, the practice of expelling objects must also be put on the agenda. Refining weapons 8 times a month leaves 22 days left at your disposal. During this period, you can use it to learn the art of expelling objects and improve your cultivation.
for."
"By the way, we also need to buy defensive magic weapons and talismans."
Su Ming rubbed his head and found that there were too many things to do.
After roughly thinking about it, Su Ming began to plan how to spend the 10 spirit stones per month.
"The price of a first-grade low-grade defensive weapon is much higher than that of a first-grade low-grade blue light sword. It requires about 6 to 8 spiritual stones, plus the purchase of spiritual talismans."
Su Ming took a look at the storage bag at his waist, shook his head and said, "It seems that I can't keep the remaining spiritual stones."
"The other thing is to improve your cultivation level. 10 spirit stones every month, all of which will be used to buy Qi Nourishing Pills."
Two years ago, Su Ming wouldn't have dared to think about taking Qi Nourishing Pills to practice.
Even if the time was advanced to when Su's father was still alive, Su Ming's predecessor had only taken five Qi-nourishing pills, which was less than one pill a year on average.
Without him, Qi Nourishing Pill is too expensive!
A Qi-nourishing pill suitable for monks in the early stages of Qi training costs up to 5 spirit stones, which is basically the same price as a first-level low-grade magic weapon.
Su Ming has been busy for a month now and can only earn 10 spirit stones, which can also be used to buy two pills.
"Fortunately, every time you take a qi-nourishing pill, you have to wait more than ten days. Although you can't practice at the highest efficiency, it is undoubtedly much better than other casual practices."
Su Ming shook his head and stopped thinking about it.
For other casual practitioners in the early stage of Qi training, if they can take one elixir like Qi Nourishing Pill a year, they are quite wealthy.
If Su Ming takes two pills a month, even the ordinary disciples of immortal cultivating families may not be able to reach this level.
After all, it is too expensive to do so, and the Immortal Cultivator family has a large population. Unless they are the core children of the family, it is impossible for them to take spiritual pills so crazily.
"After all, wouldn't I be penniless again?"
Su Ming was a little dumbfounded.
But in a flash he smiled and said, "Forget it, spiritual stones are something external to the body. Improving your cultivation and strength is the fundamental thing."
Thinking of this, Su Ming felt better again.
He listed all the plans in Chinese one by one, checked them carefully and found that there were no errors or omissions, and then committed the plans to his mind.
Finally, Su Ming took out a fire note, lit the entire notebook on fire, and burned it.