Poison Doctor and Beast Concubine: Evil and Demon Lord, too entangled

Chapter 17 Custom Masks and Weapons

The next day, Feng Jiuxiao got up early in the morning to draw two blueprints, and then entered the space.

The blood dragon spirit in the space seemed to be a bit bigger than last night, and this blood dragon spirit has undergone such a change in just one night. It seems that the fire-promoting elixir is also one of the functions of the Vermilion Bird Seal.

Feng Jiuxiao was a little overjoyed, if the Vermilion Bird Seal could really make the medicinal materials grow quickly, then she wouldn't have to worry about money in the future.

Picking three blood dragon spirits at random, Feng Jiuxiao went to a pharmacy on the street.

"Do you collect medicinal materials here?"

"Receive..." The shopkeeper of the pharmacy raised his eyes, and when he saw Feng Jiuxiao's face, there was a trace of sympathy in his eyes: "Do you have any medicinal materials to sell?"

Feng Jiuxiao didn't care about the shopkeeper's gaze, opened the cloth bag at his waist, and put the two blood dragon spirits on the counter.

"It's the Blood Dragon Spirit!" The shopkeeper's eyes lit up, and he looked excitedly.

After careful inspection, the shopkeeper was very satisfied, "These two blood dragon spirits look good, we took ten taels of silver."

Unexpectedly, two ten-year-old Blood Dragon Spirits could be exchanged for ten taels of silver. Feng Jiuxiao was a little happy, but ten taels of silver was not enough.

She took out the blood dragon spirit plant she picked on the cliff from the cloth bag again, "How much is this plant worth?"

"Oh!" Seeing the blood dragon spirit with a reddish halo, the shopkeeper was overjoyed, "This blood dragon spirit is at least four or fifty years old, and this energy value is 50 taels."

"Three plants total 70 taels." Feng Jiuxiao secretly calculated and quoted a price.

"We took it." The shopkeeper only struggled for a moment, then took out the silver with a smile, "This is your silver, you count it."

Looking at the few silver ingots in front of her, Feng Jiuxiao's eyes showed a hint of relief.

She finally has money, and if she wants to survive in the human race, she must not be able to live without money.

After spending another ten taels of silver to buy wound medicine for Lingzhu and Bai Jue, he left the pharmacy.

On the corner ahead, she found a blacksmith's shop.

In the shop, a burly man with a bare upper body was hitting iron, perhaps hearing footsteps, the man said, "What do you want?"

"I want to customize masks and weapons."

The movement of the man's hands paused, and he finally raised his eyes to look at Feng Jiuxiao. When he saw the rotten sores on her face, the man didn't feel disgusted or sympathetic. He just said expressionlessly, "Is there a pattern?"

"Just follow this." Feng Jiuxiao handed over the two blueprints he had drawn before.

The man took the drawing and looked at it carefully. At first he was expressionless, but when he saw the weapon drawing, a light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

He looked up at Feng Jiuxiao in surprise, "Did you draw this drawing?"

"En." Feng Jiuxiao nodded nana.

The man squinted at Feng Jiuxiao for a while, and then asked again, "What kind of material do you want?"

"All black copper."

"50 taels, pick it up in two days." The man accepted the blueprints and returned to his indifference.

"Can you help me use this material?" Feng Jiuxiao took out all the materials that had been chopped off from Baofengyanwolf.

"You want to use these things to make this weapon?" The man squinted at those few claws and fangs, and frowned in disgust.

Feng Jiuxiao was suddenly embarrassed. She wanted to use good materials, but she had no money.

"Leave the things, you can go." Before Feng Jiuxiao could speak, the man turned around and went to forge iron.

Feng Jiuxiao didn't say anything more, took 50 taels and put it on the table, and left the shop.

(End of this chapter)