Xianlu grocery store

Chapter 135: The Magical Treasure of Fate!

Since Xiao Po Dao refused to enter the refining cauldron again, Su Ruobai couldn't force it, after all, a twisted melon is not sweet.

But he still had to use a small broken knife, and he had no choice but to cut it in the middle.

From refining the Little Broken Knife to now, he has not completely refined the Little Broken Knife.In fact, there is another way to repair the little broken knife, that is to refine it into a natal magic weapon, and let the little broken knife repair itself bit by bit in his dantian.While this may take a little longer, it's better than doing nothing.

Sitting cross-legged, he put the small broken knife in his palm, closed his eyes, and started refining.

After an unknown amount of time, a familiar voice suddenly rang in his ears.

"What are you going to do? Do you want me to recognize you as the master? I advise you to stop thinking about it, so I won't be someone else's slave!"

Hearing this sound, Su Ruobai slowly opened his eyes.

But in front of him was no longer the stone room where the spirit fire was located, but a blood-red world.

A four or five-year-old child was standing in front of him with his arms folded. Although he couldn't see the child's face clearly, he knew that this child was the weapon spirit of Little Broken Sword.

"You are finally willing to see me. It seems that I still have a chance to refine you into a talisman. Tell me, why are you willing to become my talisman?"

Hearing this, Qi Ling snorted coldly and said, "I will never become your talisman, stop daydreaming."

Hearing this, Su Ruobai smiled and said: "Since you refuse to be my talisman, why did you let my consciousness enter your world? I think you are stubborn, but you have already accepted me as the master. Yes Bar?"

"You are talking nonsense. The reason why I let you in here is to make you give up. I will not be someone else's slave, never!"

"Hehe! You are quite determined! Is there nothing to talk about? If there is nothing to talk about, then I don't care about you. Anyway, your blade is already injured, and you refuse to let me repair it. Then I will kill you Sell ​​it, so you can exchange for some spirit stones."

"What are you talking about? Are you going to betray me? How did I get hurt? Wasn't it to save you? You ungrateful guy, damn it!"

Su Ruobai laughed loudly and said: "Even if I deserve to die, what can you do to me? Can you cut me? Let me tell you, you were created by me. Since you refuse to recognize me as master, then I will kill you." What's the use of keeping you? They are also spirit treasures, why can't you beat that Wuchen sword, and dare to be rampant with me. That's all you can do."

"That sword is of a higher grade than me, and it is harder than me. I can't fight, but it's not because of you. If you use more hard stones to make it, how can I be defeated?"

"Come on! As for you, even if I refine it with the Nine Heavens Profound Stone, you can't beat that Wuchen Sword. Do you know why?"

"why?"

"Because the Wuchen Sword is the talisman of Zichen Daoist, what is the natal talisman, do you understand?"

"Of course I understand, it's nothing more than recognizing you as the master and being your slave!"

Su Ruobai shook his head and said: "You think too simply! What is your life? It is life and death. Have you ever seen a servant who died, and the master will suffer? But the magic weapon of life is different. If you die, I will die." Even if you don’t die, you have to be half dead. You keep saying that you don’t want to be my slave, so why do I treat you as a slave? I want to make you my talisman because I think highly of you. You are not willing. If you are not willing, just pull down , I’ve sold you, so I won’t be out of sight and out of mind from now on. It’s a big deal, I’ll just refine it later.”

Seeing Su Ruobai's tough tone, Qi Ling obviously hesitated.

Seeing that it didn't speak, Su Ruobai laughed secretly, and then said: "I will fight with that Zichen real person in the future, don't you want to cut off that Wuchen sword and feel proud? Let me tell you, as long as you become My natal magic weapon, with the improvement of my cultivation, your rank will also increase. When you reach the same rank as Wuchenjian, will you still not be able to beat it? Alright, think about it for yourself! If you really don't like it, then forget it. I still have to practice, I can't waste time on you. In a few days, I should be able to break through to the golden core stage, and by then, I can refine new spirits Baby!"

"I... can my grade really improve?"

When Su Ruobai heard this, he immediately said solemnly: "That's natural! Not only that, but you can also repair the blade yourself. When I ascend to the fairy world in the future, maybe you can become a fairy weapon. At that time, who else Can it be your opponent? Don't you just kill whoever you want?"

"Really? You didn't lie to me, did you?"

"Why am I lying to you? Besides, you are not a fool, don't you think about it yourself? Let me ask one last time, do you want to be my talisman?"

"Okay! I'll trust you just once!"

Half an hour later, Su Ruobai's body suddenly flashed red, and the small broken knife he held in his palm disappeared, leaving only a knife mark on his palm.

"call……"

With a long sigh of relief, he finally opened his eyes.

"Finally, it has been completely refined, so don't worry this time. Practice, practice!"

After eating more than a dozen top-grade spirit stones, he turned to practice.

Before going to the Bing Modron, his cultivation had already reached the ninth floor of the Foundation Establishment Stage. This time, he will break through to the Golden Core Stage in one breath.

Early the next morning, the grocery store opened for business.

The little monk sat cross-legged next to the counter, practicing with his eyes closed.

Meanwhile, Master Bai Yu and Master Bai Xiang began to wipe down the counter, sorting out the magic weapons and panacea in the counter.

It may be because of the good weather that there are guests coming to the door this early in the morning.

There are one old and one young, the old one is gray-haired, and the young one is no more than six or seven years old.

Seeing them walk into the grocery store, Bai Xiangren hurriedly asked, "Fellow Daoist, are you going to buy a magic weapon or a panacea?"

The white-haired old man was only at the late stage of Foundation Establishment, and when he saw that the two in front of him were both at the Golden Core stage, he hurriedly saluted respectfully: "I have seen the two seniors, and I heard that there is a grocery store here, so I came here Take a look. I wonder if there is a life extension pill in the store?"

Hearing this, both Reverend Bai Yu and Reverend Bai Xiang were taken aback.

"Life Renewal Pill? Fellow Daoist, is your deadline approaching?"

The old man shook his head and said: "It's not me, it's my grandson. He can live for half a year at most, and I'm afraid he will..."

Master Baiyu looked at the child, and saw that the child was pale and emaciated. Although he could walk on his own, he did not have the vigor and vitality that a child should have.

"Friend Daoist, I wonder if your grandson is seriously ill, or?"

The old man said painfully: "It's not that he got sick, but that he was killed by me! If it wasn't for me, he wouldn't have only half a year of life left. All of this is caused by me."

"Eh? How do you say that?"

PS: I have been unwell for the past two days, and there are few updates. I will resume normal updates tomorrow!
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