I am cultivating an immortal in the game arena

Chapter 63 Zen Sword Cutting Dreams

"Can this thing be upgraded?"

Zhang Jun looked at the updated information from the Sunken Sky Furnace and pondered it with his fingers.

Boy, this is no ordinary money burn.

Ten fourth-grade elixirs, and you want different flavors?

Zhang Jun angrily kicked the [Suffering Sky Furnace] and complained: "Are you a lonely gourmet?"

The market price of a fourth-grade elixir is at least twelve hundred spirit stones, and ten pills are twelve thousand. This is still a relatively rubbish elixir among the fourth-grade elixirs.

For something a little more premium, the price is even harder to say.

The rewards you get are only quality upgrades, which are completely unequal.

I remember seeing it in Lingwen Pavilion when I upgraded my storage bag last time.

The upgrade of the magic weapon is very cheap.

Levels 200 to [-] only require [-] spirit stones for each level.

Levels three to six require 500 spirit stones for each level.

Levels six to nine require 800 spirit stones for each level.

No matter how you calculate it, this mission seems to be a blood loss.

However, this made Zhang Jun think of another way. If he directly upgraded the [Heaven-Destroying Furnace] to the ninth level, and then completed the task, and according to the reward of the task, the level of [Heaven-Destroying Furnace] would be upgraded by one level, wouldn't it? Can upgrade magic weapon.

If you calculate it this way, this deal is still a good deal.

After all, it is a hurdle to upgrade a magical weapon to a magical weapon. Even the Lingwen Pavilion can only upgrade the magical weapon. As for the upgrading of magical weapons, this is not within the business scope of the Lingwen Pavilion.

Forget it, use it first.

Not in a hurry anyway.

Zhang Jun thought about it for a while and realized that he had a lot of money to spend now, so there was no need to waste it all on upgrading the [Heaven-Destroying Furnace].

Right now, we still need to find ways to find suitable tasks to do as soon as possible and find suitable exercises to improve our cultivation.

Before finding a suitable cultivation method, Zhang Jun does not plan to take Chongling Pill to improve his cultivation.

The Blood Evil Technique is very powerful, but the sequelae are even more terrifying. It is definitely not a qualified technique.

You think, you have been practicing hard for many years and finally achieved great success, but in the end, your life span has been exhausted.

Then, just like Gu Yuan, you participate in competitive matches in order to break through, and rely on your strong combat power to kill your old enemies. Even if you win the competitive match, you can only choose to retreat or break through to another level. Or die inside completely.

In Zhang Jun's view, this technique is purely for wage earners, who risk their lives working for the Wusheng Sect.

Since he couldn't improve his cultivation level, Zhang Jun planned to work on the Beast King's tactics.

With the blessing of the Beast King's battle method, even if his cultivation level is not high, as long as the alien beast is strong enough, he still has the capital to fight against the masters.

Especially with Adou, he can always have the blessing of peak Qi-gathering cultivation.

There is also the [Sixth Patriarch Abi] Zen Knife Dream Slaying mission. I was too exhausted by Adou to take care of it during this period. I can try it tonight.

Zhang Junjing calmed down and planned what he wanted to do one by one in his mind.

Just got up and walked out of the warehouse.

As soon as he left the warehouse, Zhang Jun saw several strange beasts being chased and beaten by Adou.

Especially the frost wolf, as long as Adou catches it, he will hold it and chew it, not really to kill the other person, but just to gnaw off the other person's fur.

The frost wolf, who was good at level [-] Qi gathering, was turned into a bald dog by Adou Huohuo.

I looked at the other beasts again, except for Adou, there were really not enough to see.

"Senior Brother Fu, can we, the beast masters in the beast master shop, think of ways to buy a batch from outside?"

Zhang Jun walked to Fu Caisheng and asked.

"purchase?"

Fu Caisheng rolled his eyes: "Don't look at the elders who are working as workshop leaders for you, but they don't give you any funds. Most of the alien beasts have to be cultivated from cubs. A good cub of an alien beast costs [-] yuan." Starting with spiritual stones, as for some powerful alien beast cubs, they often start with [-] spiritual stones. How can we have so much money?"

Fu Caisheng settled an account for Zhang Jun.

In addition to purchasing cubs, cultivating them requires manpower and material resources. Not counting the time invested, the cost of cultivating these exotic beasts is a bottomless pit.

As for the materials in the warehouse, most of them were given for the sake of the Beast King, but they were all inferior goods and were not enough to cultivate exotic beasts.

To put it bluntly, exotic beasts are high-end products and are a waste of money.

Just like F1 in reality, if there is not enough funds behind it, it will not be able to play at all.

Of course, Adou is an exception. The purpose of the Beast King's military strategy is to ensure Adou's growth.

As for other strange beasts...

Fu Caisheng pointed to a few strange beasts that were pressed under the buttocks by Adou: "You can do whatever you want with these few."

In the final analysis, it’s just a matter of words.

Even the current Wusheng Sect doesn't have enough spirit stones to throw at the bottomless pit of the Beast Control Workshop. Giving Zhang Jun the name of the owner of the workshop is just a name. I really want to expect them to allocate money, haha, let's just dream.

Hearing this, Zhang Jun was dumbfounded.

Turning to look at the strange beasts under Adou's butt, and realizing the importance of these strange beasts, Zhang Jun twitched the corner of his mouth, screamed and rushed forward: "Adou, move your big butt away from me. …”

one afternoon.

Zhang Jun reorganized the beast control workshop, counted the registered exotic beasts, and reclassified them.

Except for Adou and the six tiger dogs.

There are only three exotic beasts that can really be considered to have some potential. The others are more suitable as pets than exotic beasts.

These three strange beasts are the frost wolves whose fur was plucked by Adou. They have strong bald heads and the strength of the fourth level of energy gathering.A wind bird has the strength of the third level of Qi gathering.

An earth-shelled dolphin, gathering the strength of the fourth level of Qi.

Zhang Jun called all three strange beasts over and gave them the spirit elixir to eat.

I tried to train them, but within one afternoon, these three idiots couldn't even understand basic commands.

This left Zhang Jun speechless. He dragged his exhausted body back to the warehouse, ready to have a good sleep before trying his luck at the market outside the arena tomorrow.

While sleeping, Zhang Jun took out the [Sixth Patriarch Abi] abandoned by Hua Ling.

Under the light, the broken blade looked simple and unpretentious, and the broken edge of the broken blade was already rusty, but when you hold it in your hand, you can't help but feel a strange feeling in your heart.

It seemed that I had caught something somewhere, but I couldn't feel anything.

Is this a magic weapon or magic weapon?
Zhang Jun doesn't know, but judging from the information given by Question Mark, this broken knife seems to be a great treasure.

It's a pity that the information given by the question mark is too vague.

It is both damaged and intact.

It can block the enemy in the past and defeat the enemy in the future.

Zhang Jun tried waving a few times, but didn't find anything different.

After studying for a while, his eyelids started to tremble, so he simply stopped studying, stuffed it under the pillow, lay on the soft grass and started to fall asleep.

…………

At this moment in the reality on the other side, it was exactly at night and early in the morning, when the on-duty officers were patrolling.

In the central apartment building, the elevator slowly rises.

"Ding!"

As the elevator door opened, a young man wearing an apartment management uniform walked out and came to the fire cabinet. After careful inspection and putting a check mark on the form, the young man turned around and continued to check the next point.

After just two steps, the young man turned around in confusion.

"Tick-tock! Tick-tock!"

The sound of dripping water echoed in the empty corridor, but he had clearly checked the fire cabinet and there was no sign of water leakage inside.

But the sound became more and more urgent, and the tick-tock flow kept stopping.

Seeing this, the young man took a deep breath, turned around and walked back in the direction of the sound.

I pushed open the fire door, stamped my feet vigorously, and found that the light in the corridor was broken.

So I took out my flashlight and looked inside, and sure enough I saw water leaking out of the fire cabinet in the corner.

Seeing that the water had begun to flow down the stairs, the young man shook his head: "It's a high-end apartment, not as good as the company's dormitory building."

After saying that, he walked forward, opened the fire cabinet, twisted the switch a few times, and after seeing that the water in the gate had stopped flowing out, he closed the fire cabinet, picked up the form in his hand, and was about to When writing the word abnormal on it.

"Tick!"

Suddenly, my forehead felt cold, as if a drop of water was flowing down my forehead.

The young man quickly wiped his hands, but a pungent smell of blood hit his face. The young man was startled. He quickly put his hands down and took a look. When he saw his hands full of blood, he realized that something was wrong and raised his head. look.

I saw that the large ceiling above my head had been covered with sarcomas that looked like human internal organs. Large blood beads were dripping from the gaps in the sarcomas.

Seeing this, the young man's face darkened. He held a flashlight in one hand and quietly touched the satchel on his lower back with the other hand.

But it doesn't matter if you don't reach out. When you reach out and touch it, you feel that your palm is cold, as if someone is holding your hand from behind.

The young man was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and looked back.

I don't know when a gray-white palm was pressing on his satchel. Looking up from the palm, a woman with only half of her face was looking at him with a half-smile in the darkness.

When their eyes met, the young man's face turned pale, but the next second he suddenly shined his flashlight on the woman's face.

There was a flash of bright light, and the woman subconsciously turned her head.

In this gap, the young man suddenly bent down and kicked the woman in the face with his hind legs. "Fuck you, uncle!"

This kick caused the woman's head to tilt back, and the young man turned around and broke away from the woman's hand.

"After several days of squatting, you finally came out."

The young man turned around and shined the flashlight over. He saw that the lower half of the woman's body was still connected to the sarcoma on the wall. He knew that this thing was seriously injured and had not recovered. "Let's see how I can do justice to God today!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to grab the satchel on his waist, but as soon as he grabbed it, the young man was dumbfounded. He lowered his head and looked at his waist, only to see that the satchel was missing.

"You... want this?"

The woman slowly stood up and raised her hand, which was so thin and pale, that she was holding a small black satchel.

Seeing the woman's body squirming towards him, the young man's mouth twitched: "Haha, if my sister likes it, I'll give it to you. Farewell!"

"You can't go!"

The remaining half of the woman's face suddenly became fierce, and her body looked like a human-shaped snake, rushing towards the young man.

Fortunately, the young man reacted in time, jumped sideways, rushed out of the fire door, and closed the fire door smoothly.

Followed by a loud "Boom!!"

The door shook violently. The young man held on to the fire door with both hands. He tilted his head and pressed his shoulder against the intercom: "Quick, come and support me. This thing is difficult to deal with!!"

The intercom buzzed, but no one else responded.

At this time, the fire door in front of him suddenly became quiet, and wisps of white smoke clouds poured out from the cracks in the door. Looking at the white smoke coming out, the young man didn't know what happened, but the next second, his body suddenly stiffened. , those pale hands had gently wrapped around his neck.

The woman's pale lips pressed against the young man's earlobe, and she whispered softly: "You can't run away..."

　This one didn't hit the mark. I'll finish writing the next chapter, probably around ten o'clock this evening.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)