Retrograde fairy way

Outside Zhongyang Commercial Bank, Yang Weihong looked at the scene of 'Huyanlie' swaggering into the carriage and leaving with pain on his face, his narrowed eyes were gleaming with calculations, but no matter how he calculated, he felt that he was at a disadvantage up.

Regarding Yang Weihong's mention of the trade fair, Wang Mo immediately understood that the Yang family's reason for increasing the rental fee was just to ask him to take the initiative to come to the door to argue.

Unexpectedly, Wang Mo ignored it at all, and directly announced to the outside world that he was refining the secret treasure in closed doors, but he suddenly came to the door half a month later.

Yang Weihong was a little confused, so he simply revealed his real purpose, and Wang Mo, who had seized the opportunity, mercilessly killed him.

With the excuse of refining, half of the third-order materials in Zhongyang Commercial Bank's inventory were taken away, and a few rare third-order spiritual grasses were specially selected from it.

Originally, considering the preciousness and rarity of those few spiritual grasses, Yang Weihong planned to auction them at the trade fair, but after 'Huyanlie' said that he could add two more secret treasures to the number of magic weapons that could be negotiated before the fair At that time, Yang Weihong immediately agreed.

Although the spirit grass is precious, it must be refined into a spirit pill by a real alchemist before it can really play a role, but the secret treasure is different, and it is even enough to change a life at a critical moment.

For this reason, Wang Mo naturally spent a large amount of primeval stones, and finally enriched his exhausted third-level refining materials.

However, Wang Mo calculated that these third-level refining materials are only enough for him to cultivate to the mid-air stage.

Every time he thought of this, the corners of Wang Mo's mouth couldn't help twitching.

Calculated, if it is an ordinary alchemy monk, if all of them are replaced with cultivation resources, it is enough for several monks to cultivate to the Nascent Soul stage.

Of course, to break through to Nascent Soul, you need not only resources, but also enough talent and perseverance.

Fortunately, he has the identity of a 'Huyanlie' refiner. This refiner is the same as an alchemist, both of whom are extremely rich in the industry. For the large sum of primordial stones spent, he was hollowed out by Wang Mo. Buying is prevarication.

He had said before that he wanted to buy a large number of secret treasures of third-level refining materials, and promised Yang Weihong that they would be auctioned by commercial companies before the trade fair, so Yang Weihong didn't delve into it.

All the way back to the shop, Wang Mo sent Liu Zhongyang to come via voice transmission with his spiritual sense.

Facing Wang Mo's summons, Liu Zhongyang hurriedly put down everything in his hands and came to the back hall.

"Zhongyang, have you been with the old man for a long time?" Looking at Liu Zhongyang's old face, Wang Mo felt emotional. The monks fought for the destiny, and in the end, [-]% of them turned into a handful of loess.

"Going back to my master, it's almost two years old!" Liu Zhongyang said respectfully even though he was puzzled by 'Hu Yanlie''s question.

"Hmm!" Wang Mo nodded slightly, pointed to the dozens of storage bags placed on the table and said: "These storage bags are for your future cultivation needs, the old man is retreating for a while, you have to take them with you Take good care of the things in the store, and when the old man finishes his retreat, he will fulfill the promise he made back then!"

Hearing this, Liu Zhongyang was stunned, then fell to his knees with a thud, and said with an excited face, "Don't worry, my master. If my master hadn't taken Zhongyang in back then, I'm afraid..."

"Okay, don't mention what happened in the past, you have to pay more attention to it for a while, and you have to wait until the old man is out of customs to deal with everything, understand?" Wang Mo waved his hand to stop his words, putting on a majestic expression The way said.

"Yes, Zhongyang made a note!" Liu Zhongyang respectfully said, and with Wang Mo's wave of his hand to signal, he took away all the dozens of storage bags on the table, and then retreated.

Seeing Liu Zhongyang's leaving back, Wang Mo shook his head slightly, then turned and walked towards the refining room.

……

Time flies, and it has been more than a month in the blink of an eye.

"Oh!"

In the refining room, Wang Mo looked at the alchemy furnace that was blown into pieces in front of him with a gloomy expression.

During this period of time, he devoted himself to practicing alchemy. Even though his spiritual sense had always been strong, he could not avoid something that an alchemist would definitely experience—the frying furnace.

Fortunately, there are strong restraints all around his underground, but it does not affect others inadvertently.

Although not many finished panacea were refined, fortunately, a lot of experience has been accumulated.

At the beginning, with the help of powerful spiritual cultivation, he controlled the changes of the elixir in the pill furnace, but he couldn't find the magic method.

After more than a dozen frying furnaces, I finally found out the knock on the door.

These alchemy furnaces are all low-level instruments that he refined casually, and he didn't choose those high-level alchemy furnaces, fearing that it would cause serious consequences.

You must know that there is the vitality of the elixir in the alchemy furnace, plus the vitality input during the alchemy, if the furnace is not well controlled, the injured person will definitely be the alchemist.

And it is precisely because of this consideration that Wang Mo started from the low-level elixir, practiced with the low-level elixir furnace, and then used the higher-level elixir furnace after he was proficient.

As for the magic weapon promised to Yang Weihong, Wang Mo naturally did not refine it.

The pill fire generated by his own golden core is very different from the magic flame specially cultivated by Hu Yanlie. If he sells the magic weapon he refined, he will definitely be exposed immediately.

Fortunately, there are still a few pieces of the magic weapon that Huyanlie refined before that have not been sold, plus a few pieces of his self-defense, it is enough to deal with the past.

As long as Wang Mo left behind Huyanlie's alchemy and the commonly used sledgehammer magic weapon, it would be enough for emergencies.

Just when Wang Mo took out a new alchemy furnace and was about to refine alchemy again, his brows frowned suddenly, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he disappeared into the refining room in a flash.

……

There are many more monks coming and going in Zhongyang City than in the past.

The reason is that the trade fair held by Zhongyang Commercial Bank is approaching.

This trade fair can't be opened just as it is, if there is not enough background and finale treasures, holding a trade fair will only make people laugh.

Fortunately, the Yang family is also a big family with thousands of years, and it is born in the Blood Soul Sect, so its appeal is not small. It is rumored that there are monks from the Blood Soul Sect participating in this fair.

Among the shops in the scorching sun, because of the approaching of the trade fair, more monks came to play, and they were very busy every day.

Because there are more monks from other places, it is inevitable that there will be some friction when buying treasures in the shops without knowing it, but Liu Zhongyang smoothly resolved them.

"Oh!"

Suddenly, there was a loud noise from the second floor of the shop, obviously someone had started fighting inside.

Most of the first floor were low-ranking monks who practiced qi refining. Seeing something happened in the second floor, they dared to stay, and they all put down their things and went outside.

And on the second floor, there was a young monk sitting on the seat, looking at a middle-aged man lying on the ground with disdain. It can be seen that he is still alive, and it can be seen that his injuries are numerous.

Standing beside him were four guards with expressionless faces. Judging by their calm demeanor, it was obvious that their cultivation base was not low.

One of them was slowly retracting his palm, and it seemed that this person was the one who hurt someone.

Although the monks on the second floor are all based on foundation building, under the aura of these four people, their faces turned pale immediately.

There was a sound of footsteps, and an old man came hurriedly. It was Liu Zhongyang who got the news and came down from the third floor.

Seeing the injury of the middle-aged man on the ground, Liu Zhongyang's pupils shrank suddenly. Even though he was not good at fighting with others, he could see the seriousness of his injury.

He couldn't help but hurried forward, took out a bottle of elixir from the storage bag, and bent over to feed him.

"Snapped!"

There was a soft sound, and Liu Zhongyang stared at the broken jade bottle in his hand with an ugly expression. The elixir inside had turned into fly ash, but he didn't attack on the spot.

Because he could sense it, not to mention the young man who sat still and had no outward aura, even the four guards standing beside him were not something he could defend against.

"Senior, I don't know..." Liu Zhongyang asked tentatively, but before he finished speaking, he felt a strong force coming from his body, and with a plop, his body fell to his knees involuntarily.

"Hmph, call your shopkeeper out, I have something to discuss with him!" The young man said suddenly, although he was talking about a discussion, his words and demeanor were full of domineering.

"This..." Liu Zhongyang looked embarrassed, 'Hu Yanlie' had told him that nothing should disturb him, but now there is such a thing.

The other party's cultivation base is obviously not something he can stop, and the other party's status is obviously not low, otherwise, he will definitely not attack the Lieyang shop with the monks in the late stage of alchemy.

"Huh?" The young man narrowed his eyes slightly, showing a cold glow, and said softly, "Do you know the consequences of rejecting this sect?"

Hearing this, Liu Zhongyang swallowed his saliva subconsciously, resisting the discomfort in his body, and glanced sideways at the middle-aged monk who was breathing in more and out of breath, his face turned pale, but thinking of the conversation that day, he couldn't help but say: "Please also, senior Forgive me, the owner has indeed retreated and cannot go out to meet guests!"

It is not difficult to guess that the middle-aged monk was injured by the other party's guard after refusing.

That day Liu Zhongyang took the storage bag given by Wang Mo, and after distributing the cultivation resources in it to everyone, he found that it happened to be what everyone urgently needed, and he was overwhelmed with gratitude.

And Liu Zhongyang said what Wang Mo said in due course, and these people naturally followed suit.

As a result, it caused such a disaster.

"Hmph, do you know who this sect is?" Seeing that a foundation-building cultivator didn't pass on his words, he taught him a lesson, and a man in charge came out like this, which made the arrogant young monk's voice tremble suddenly. down.

"Also... please forgive me, my master..." Liu Zhongyang still refused, but before he finished speaking, he felt a bad wind blowing over him.

He was startled, but as a fake monk, he still had the ability to respond to surprise attacks.

He slapped his right palm on the ground, stepped back quickly, and brushed the storage bag with his left hand, and saw a green shield in his hand.

Stretching forward suddenly, the gray earth-colored devilish energy poured into it, and a green halo was formed in an instant, covering it.

"Oh!"

Hearing a loud bang, the person who made the shot was immediately pushed back.

Although Liu Zhongyang's combat effectiveness was not good, his cultivation was unmistakable. He had accumulated a few good treasures after refining weapons all the year round, and he blocked the attack of the fake alchemy guards in one go.

"Hmph, abolish him for this sect, and let him know the consequences of rejecting this sect!" The young man narrowed his eyes and said coldly.