Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

Chapter 808 Destructive Treasure Picking

Next door is a blacksmith shop, because the price is high and only sells high-quality goods, so the business is always deserted.

A good blacksmith's shop is a bit like an antique shop. It probably doesn't open for three years, and it's open for three years.

Next to the blacksmith's shop is the Immortal Talisman Shop, which takes the path of small profits but quick turnover, and most of the sales are low-quality immortal amulets.

Once the drizzle talisman was sold in the shop, but there was a downpour, which washed away the young seedlings in the field, and the sufferer came to ask for an explanation, and finally alarmed the government.

Seeing that it was difficult for An Qingli to leave the house, the owner of the Xianfu shop walked over in a few steps, grabbing An Qingli's arm and did not intend to let go.

"Master An, congratulations, you've advanced again!" The owner of the Immortal Talisman Store grabbed An Qingli's arm, his eyes became a line of smiles, "It's dangerous to go out on a mission, I'm sure you need a lot of immortal talismans. Let's go, come on." I'm walking around the shop."

Go to his shop and buy low-quality fairy charms?

An Qingli took two steps back, and said repeatedly: "Don't dare."

"If you dare, walk around!" The owner of Xianfu Shop smiled brighter and brighter. He was so thick-skinned that he didn't know how to advance or retreat. I'm afraid he often said "stretch your hand and don't hit the smiling face".

An Qingli raised her eyebrows, and suddenly said with a smile: "Then I'll let Heiyu go to your place."

The face of the owner of Xianfu Shop changed instantly, he quickly took a few steps back, and hurriedly cupped his hands and said, "Don't dare."

An Qingli smiled, straightened her wrinkled sleeves, and stepped into the blacksmith's shop.

The blacksmith shop was deserted, as deserted as the face of the proprietress.

"What do you want to see?" The blue-striped female craftsman, with deep wrinkles around her eyes, her face full of hard work and vicissitudes, raised a big hammer heavier than herself in her right arm, and asked in a rough voice.

An Qingli said in her heart: I am looking at you, Master.

Little Lingxi stared at the master craftsman for a while, then suddenly exclaimed: "Qing Li, this aunt is actually in Da Luojin Fairyland!"

Today, there are only ten Da Luo Jinxians in Kaiyang Mansion. I didn't expect that there is an eleventh hidden in this small blacksmith's shop!
Moreover, there is a high-level concealment talisman on this person, which most people can't find.

There are indeed hidden dragons and crouching tigers in Kaiyang Mansion.

An Qingli looked at the vicissitudes of life who raised and lowered the hammer, wanting to see something more.

The aunt's surname is Mo, who has opened a shop here for three thousand years, and is also an old man on this street. She is nicknamed Mo Qianchui, or Mo Bailian.

Because Mo Qianhammer was not feminine enough, and Mo Bailian sounded a little elegant, they simply called her Aunt Mo in the end.

"Choose whatever you want." Aunt Mo said in a rough voice, she also seemed to be indifferent to An Qingli, a rare buyer who came to the door, "The price tag is next to it, it's a one-off price."

"it is good."

An Qingli responded, listening to the sound of the forging tool at a close distance, walking slowly in the small shop to appreciate it.

It is indeed an appreciation.

Every piece of fairy artifact displayed is a high-quality product of the same level.

Not only does it make people feel comfortable at first glance, but it also makes people feel more comfortable when you hold it in your hand.

The fairy artifacts in this shop will give people a feeling, as if given them better forging materials, they can continue to advance.

But it is because of their high prices and the attitude of the proprietress who likes to buy or not to buy, that makes the business of the shop deserted and crowded.

An Qingli took a fancy to a fourth-grade fairy sword, which had a relatively rare wood attribute.

"This fourth-grade green wood sword, can you give it a try?" An Qingli looked at the female craftsman again.

Aunt Mo gave An Qingli a cold look: "You know how to use a sword?"

Why did she hear from the old man that this An Qingli was guarding corpses for the Yamen of Kaiyang Mansion, and also had the ability to save resentful souls.

An Qingli said: "I'm a double swordsman."

Aunt Mo wiped the hot sweat off her face, and said harshly: "Just give me enough fairy crystals."

An Qingli took a special look at the price tag on the side, not to ruin her fortune, so she simply closed her eyes and sensed the fairy sword with her mind.

Most of the fairy treasures are spiritual.

An Qingli closed her eyes and stood still.

One breath passed.

Two breaths past...

The green wood sword facing him finally began to tremble.

Aunt Mo glanced at An Qingli lightly, and sure enough she had some knowledge in swordsmanship.

But it's a sword, it's a method, 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 go to the top.

An Qingli was still sensing with her eyes closed, and the green wood sword was trembling, and also let out a joyful hum.

Aunt Mo thought in her heart that she could finally make a deal today, and buy new materials to make new celestial artifacts.

It is indeed a bit boring for these fairy artifacts in the shop to go back and forth into the furnace for re-smelting.

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 she was, but in the shop, more and more fairy artifacts began to tremble and contend.

"This is also possible?!"

Aunt Mo's temples began to sweat. According to the rules of the Fairy Artifact Shop, when the buyer senses the fairy artifact, the shopkeeper cannot forcibly interrupt it, and must do his best to ensure that the buyer will not be disturbed by foreign objects.

But now looking at the restlessness of the room full of weapons, I am afraid that most of the weapons here will belong to An Qingli.

Aunt Mo was happy, but she was basically sure that An Qingli would not be able to produce so many fairy crystals.

So this is an empty joy, or an empty joy of losing money.

You Xianqi had already started to leave the display stand, and ran towards An Qingli on its own initiative.

Outside the blacksmith's shop, a large block of solidarity was raised, firstly to indicate that idlers are not allowed to enter, and to protect An Qingli who is choosing treasures, and secondly, to prevent these restless fairy artifacts from escaping by themselves.

really!

There was a "crack" hum.

In order to fight for the master, the two immortal swords with spirits fought against each other by themselves.

Aunt Mo's palms were sweaty, these two immortal swords were fighting for the front, fearing that she would destroy her shop.

Not as she expected.

Another four fairy swords joined the battle, and the six fairy swords were already fighting together.

The sword is full of air.

The powder was flying.

An Qingli's tall figure was blurred, and Aunt Mo's eyes were also blurred.

An Qingli stood still, and Aunt Mo was so angry that she threw the sledgehammer.

her shop!

Six flying swords fought fiercely overhead.

An Qingli put her hands behind her back, and relying on her senses, she took strange steps with her feet and moved sideways, skillfully avoiding those sharp sword auras.

"You're the only one with great skills! You're the only one who can teleport!"

Aunt Mo's arm was cut by the raging sword energy, she looked at the stinky little girl who closed her eyes, cursed, took out a golden bell cover, and covered herself in it.

Suddenly, An Qingli's footsteps were determined, and she had made a decision in her heart, so she stretched out her hand and said, "Come with the sword!"

That sword is a fifth-grade fire-attribute fairy sword, and it also has super-strong defensive attributes, both offensive and defensive are first-class, top-grade.

But the sword didn't come, and An Qingli's hand was still empty.

An Qingli felt a little embarrassed, her spiritual sense locked on to the fire attribute flying sword, and summoned again.

"Sword come!"

"boom!"

With a roar, an unpretentious big hammer violently shook away the six flying swords and smashed them domineeringly into An Qingli's hands.

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