Author: Really the younger brother among younger brothers
Chapter 102 Barefoot Doctor Li Mo
There were chaotic sounds in the calligraphy and painting hall, and you could see through the window paper that an eight-armed figure was busy inside.
The low-grade spiritual materials were placed neatly, and after Li Mo memorized the locations one by one with the help of his photographic memory, he began to show off his ability to refine weapons in batches.
When Li Mo was in seclusion at Duoji Mountain, he also worked hard at refining weapons. In his spare time, he could meet the daily needs of Hongxing's weapon refining shop.
A medium-grade magic weapon requires some thought, but a low-grade magic weapon just needs a hand?
Li Mo didn't even open his eyes, the spinal nerves in his eight arms were constantly stretching and shortening, and he accurately took the spiritual materials used. When the arms intertwined, the movements were extremely dazzling.
He refined eight magic weapons at the same time, and also took into account the cycle of heaven and earth.
It can be said to be a vivid display of talent.
Li Mo's control over Haze's spiritual power allows him to ensure that spiritual materials will not be wasted, which is beyond the reach of other weapon refiners.
In just a moment, each piece of low-grade magical artifacts and Taoist robes were formed.
In the third refinement of the Taoist robe, Li Mo supplemented it by strengthening the resistance of the magic weapon to illusions. After all, most monsters can confuse people's hearts.
For example...the tiger and the strange beast.
Taoist robes are given to monks free of charge, so Li Mo naturally will not pay for spiritual materials, and mainly uses the existing resources to make the best.
While Li Mo was refining his weapons, another vibration occurred in the calligraphy and painting hall.
A single move can affect the whole body. Now that Tian Changwen has left behind Li Mo's "baggage baggage", Shi Ji will definitely not just watch the beast cultivator grow stronger.
The game between the two unfolds in the dark.
Li Mo estimated that he should be in the center of the East District, surrounded by chess pieces such as Hu and Wen nearby to ensure that the weapon refining would not be disturbed.
A firewood shed appeared again in front of the calligraphy and painting hall. The wooden door had obviously been simply repaired, and the walls were covered with a reinforcement circle.
The spiritual tablet Arita Masabumi said: "First take thirty magical instruments."
Li Mo separated his two arms to pick up thirty Taoist robes, and leaned out of the calligraphy and painting hall. The other arms were still refining the weapons without interference.
As soon as he put the robes on the shelf, the woodshed disappeared into the thick fog.
Li Mo frowned slightly and noticed that there were a large number of flesh and blood tentacles at the bottom of the woodshed, and the exposed aura was similar to the fleshy bodies of beasts.
Tian Changwen was really cruel to him. Even though he had formed an elixir, he still took the risk and transplanted the blood body of the beasts for this chess game of beasts.
There is no turning back when the bow is drawn.
Li Mo let out a long sigh. The east district was shaken continuously. Tian Changwen was probably preparing to target the inner sect's monster.
However, the first batch of chess pieces are mainly to test Shi Ji's reaction, and to find out the reality of the inner beasts. Their strength will not be too strong.
Li Mo leaned over and went back to the calligraphy and painting hall, where the spiritual plaque received the idea from Li Zhuang.
"Senior Brother Li, help..."
Li Zhuang's hand holding the spiritual tablet was trembling, and fear had overwhelmed his mood.
According to Tian Changwen's wishes, he will go to the Liyuan Theater in two days and stay there for six hours. Afterwards, he will distribute contribution points based on the information about the monsters he obtained.
Among the total period resources announced by the yamen, the most precious one is undoubtedly the Ming Dao Ming Di, which is worth 5,000 resource points.
Fortunately, Li Qingfang was not among the quotas for the Liyuan Theater. Otherwise, they would have been holding each other back, and they would have had a narrow escape.
Li Mo couldn't help but look thoughtful, and while using the spiritual tablets to calm Li Zhuang's emotions, he told him the precautions he needed to take when facing the monster.
He is a versatile chess piece and will inevitably come into contact with other monks. If used well, he can even influence the situation to a certain extent.
"For you, the beast disaster is also an opportunity. Even if it is difficult to obtain the destiny to enter the Tao, it would be good to obtain some resources for the total period of practice."
Li Zhuang calmed down and nodded repeatedly in the dim shop.
He memorized what Li Mo said by rote and hurriedly asked the monks of the same realm to see if any of them had gone to the Liyuan Theater.
The spiritual tablets produce strange movements.
Li Zhuang hurriedly pressed his forehead, and the words delivered by Li Mo were like life-saving straws.
"Before going to the Liyuan, there will be low-grade magic weapons distributed."
"The Taoist robe on the far right of the third row of shelves focuses on defense and is of the highest quality. The Taoist robe in the middle of the row is mainly on breaking illusions..."
Li Zhuang swallowed and kowtowed his head hard.
Before he could reply, a woodshed appeared in the thick fog in front of the shop, and Tian Changwen's voice rang in his ears for no reason.
"Take any magic weapon and refine it."
After Li Mo walked into Li Zhuang's woodshed, the spirit tablet also lost its sensitivity to the latter.
There were bursts of beast roars outside the window, mixed with the shaking of the earth caused by the movement of chess pieces, and the siege of the pigs and monsters was about to begin at any time.
Li Mo had no time to take care of Li Zhuang, because he would definitely not be able to live alone.
As a Taoist disciple who emerged from Duoji Mountain, Li Mo was far more important than ordinary monks in the weak crown period. Fortunately, he had the value of refining weapons and practicing medicine, so he would not be treated as cannon fodder.
After Li Mo finished refining all the low-grade magic weapons, he closed his eyes and sat up to meditate.
Because you don’t know when trouble will come, you must maintain your peak condition and polish the haze spiritual power in your middle Dantian.
The beast's roar became more and more intense, and the accompaniment of singing instruments could also be heard.
The wordless silence is bred in Rongzhen.
About ten days ago, when Li Mo felt the vibration, a pungent smell of blood filled the calligraphy and painting hall from outside the courtyard.
Eight arms of spinal nerves supported Li Mo to the courtyard. When he looked up, he saw the ruins of a Liyuan Theater building, with a dozen severely injured low-level monks hanging upside down from the ceiling.
Li Zhuang was among them. They were all missing arms and legs, their robes were in tatters, and their exposed skin was burnt and brown.
It's like being in the oven not so long ago.
Li Mo frowned and put them down, and started the operation directly in the courtyard. He happened to get a lot of hands and feet from Han Cai.
Although their injuries are serious, they have the guarantee of immortality after all. They can be saved with just one breath, but their foundations will inevitably be damaged.
The reason why Tian Changwen was handed over to Li Mo for treatment was because there were many people in the medical clinic.
Each time a person is treated, the total contribution point is twenty.
Li Mo skillfully transplanted hands and feet to fill in the missing flesh and blood. However, several people had their zombie spirit roots damaged and would probably have to recuperate for a period of time.
After the low-level monks woke up one after another, they did not dare to look directly at Li Mo, who had a notorious reputation, and just stayed in the courtyard to recover from his injuries.
After their injuries are stabilized, they have to return to the house where they are stationed.
Li Mo saw Li Zhuang regaining consciousness and pointed his finger between his eyebrows, "Have you encountered a strange beast?"
A stream of clear water poured into Li Zhuang's brain, and his pupils immediately focused, "Yes... yes, Senior Brother Li, but the monster has never been revealed. Most of the time we have been avoiding the pursuit of puppet cultivators."
"If it weren't for the puppet cultivator, there would be no casualties at all." The monk named Fan Ge added, his tone full of resentment.
They were tired of dealing with the puppet cultivators, and ended up being exposed to pigs, pigs, and monsters. Before they could react, they were pulled into a hot furnace.
There were a total of twenty people, eight of whom were burned to death. Their survival depended on their spiritual power and magic weapons.
Li Zhuang said with lingering fear: "Senior Brother Li, the appearance of strange beasts seems to be accompanied by the sound of singing, which can...can bring about illusions that are fake and real."
Li Mo was noncommittal, then turned around and walked into the calligraphy and painting hall, "Don't think too much, you guys should have a good rest first."
The vibration is still there, and the calligraphy and painting hall is moving slowly.