Fantasy: I start as an old man, and others practice for me

Cheng Ji can also be regarded as an old qualification in the refining world, and he has seen and touched more magic weapons.

But after seeing what Song Rui took out, he still couldn't help but feel numb in his scalp and the corners of his eyes twitched.

"Junior Brother Song, are you sure you want to refine

a coffin?" Refining a large coffin as a magic weapon, the adult has to admit that his pattern is small.

"Uh~ you're really still so... So personality.

"You are not afraid that you will use this thing a hundred years later and be remembered by Tufuzi." "

This magic weapon is too strange, and Cheng Ji suspects that Song Rui is not using it against the enemy, but to pretend to be himself.

"The reason why I chose the coffin magic weapon. "

Song Rui prepared a set of rhetoric before coming.

"This one,"

Song Rui pondered for a moment, as if he had made up his mind, and said solemnly to Cheng Yi: "Because I met a senior some time ago. His magic weapon is a coffin.

"This person has helped me a lot. I really admired it, so I dared to learn to use the coffin as a crafting tool. "

Senior? helped a lot? Could it be that you healed Ye Ming before you suffered from this person..."

"Senior Brother is really smart, and he guessed it at once. I also asked Senior Brother to keep it secret, and at present, as far as you and Senior Brother Tianfeng know about this, that senior does not like to be public.

"Oh, oh, it's me who is reckless. Junior Brother, but please rest assured, my mouth is very tight. "

The five big and three thick instruments seem to be praised for being smart for the first time, and because of their cleverness, they accidentally know the other party's secrets, and they unconsciously give birth to a sense of responsibility and mission.

Beat me to death and don't say.

"Then, Junior Brother, do you know how this senior cultivates are?"

"Unfathomable! I feel more than Senior Brother Tianfeng. After

hearing this, Cheng Yi was convinced, after all, behind Ye Ming's matter was this senior's move, ordinary Jiedan cultivators definitely did not have such insight and strength.

"The second reason for choosing a coffin magic weapon"

was afraid that too many words would be lost, and Song Rui led the topic.

"This coffin was given to me by Senior Brother Zhong Ai before leaving, and I may not use it for a short time, so I thought about refining a magic weapon to carry with me, which is also a thought. "

Oh, it's Junior Brother Zhong..." Hearing

that it was a gift from Zhong Ai's deathbed, it was inevitable to sigh when he became a vessel.

"Since that's what you mean, okay. Immediately

afterwards, the rough man became embarrassed.

"That, take the merit token.

"It's not that I broke my word, it's really your magic weapon, such a large weapon, it takes a lot of spiritual materials.

"You also know the situation of the sect, and the days are tight. With this token, it is difficult for others to say anything.

"That's Senior Brother Lao Cheng."

Song Rui said and took out the token and handed it over.

"Also, it is estimated that you can refine a magic weapon if you touch it." You can take it in half a month.

"Okay, I still have business, so I won't keep you." Cheng

Ji issued an eviction order, which was really embarrassing for him.

When he thought of the promise he had just said to Song Rui that "the medium-grade magic weapon, it will be delivered tomorrow", his face became hot.

Regular days feel fast, and in the blink of an eye it is half a month.

For a while, according to his previous habits, Song Rui got up early every day to walk and exercise, and went back to the house to eat.

Get used to this thing, sometimes just make it for others to see.

The rest of the time is used to induce the production of spirit stones.

Because there are small times to remind the progress from time to time, I don't worry about making an oolong.

Under the premise of deliberately controlling the speed and avoiding overwork.

Song Rui averaged three times a day for fifteen days.

It turns out that no matter how wonderful things are, continuous combat will still make people less lustful, and finally taste like chewing wax.

But fortunately, the harvest is indeed considerable.

Every time the spiritual storage space is filled with spiritual energy and then the transformation spirit stones are exhausted, about eight hundred lower grade spirit stones can be produced.

The average day is 2,400 pieces.

In half a month, that's 36,000 yuan.

In comparison.

There are more than a hundred or so disciples of the Qi Refining Stage registered in the Daoli Sect, and the spirit stones they receive are also different according to the stage of cultivation.

The average person per month is the appearance of five lower grade spirit stones.

In this way, Song Rui's output in this half month was already equivalent to the entire six-year quota of spirit stones for the entire sect's Qi refining disciples.

Of course, because the wool material is limited, the final output is presented in the form of 360 medium-grade spirit stones.

This net worth, in exchange for ordinary foundation building monks, is also not available.

At the same time, Song Rui's cultivation was also rising, and he came to 99% of the seventh layer of refining gas.

Spirit stones and upgrades are both a beautiful thing.

Compared to the vast majority of cultivators who need to spend a lot of time to earn cultivation resources, only to accumulate enough to occasionally cultivate extravagantly, the realm may not be smoothly improved.

Song Rui really did both hands to grasp, both hands to be hard.

The last time I grabbed it so comfortably with both hands, it was in a past life.

......

Seeing that the time had come, Song Rui came to Chengji again.

Cheng Yi knew his intentions and did not talk nonsense, led Song Rui to the refining room, pointed to the dark and heavy coffin with a hidden aura, and said:

"Junior Brother Song, fortunately, your coffin is ready." "

Do you want to lie down and try if the size fits?" uh

~ Song Rui was speechless and choked....

"Hahaha..." Cheng

Ji's hearty laughter came with reverberation, and seeing Song Rui deflated, he was indeed in a good mood.

"Okay, Junior Brother Song, I'm joking. "

Get down to business.

"This coffin has been engraved by me with three forbidden laws, and it is already an absolute boutique among the lower grade magic weapons. "

Chengji is very satisfied with his work.

"After so many years of tempering, my Flame Dao has condensed the eight forbidden laws.

"I don't know if I can condense the nine forbidden laws in the future, achieve the ultimate magic weapon, and even transform the nine nine into a treasure forbidden, so as to become a magic weapon."

"Uh, off topic, say your baby coffin."

"After the sacrifice, this thing has two main effects. One is to trap the enemy. This is mainly divided into three steps....

The second is talismanism, uh, okay. It's also those three steps..." Listening

to the introduction of the tiger, Song Rui was still delighted.

I saw an old man in his seventies, surrounded by a coffin, his eyes shining.

"Junior Brother Song, the magic weapon has a spirit, let's give it a name.

"The path of destiny is here." Just call it fate. After

saying goodbye to the finished weapon, Song Rui returned to his residence and began to refine the magic weapon.

The sacrifice of the magic weapon is originally a water mill, and it is still such a large, three-way forbidden lower grade magic weapon.

For a full day, spiritual power finally invaded every inch of the space of "fate".

After a "buzz" tremor, a feeling of connection to his heart arose.

Finally done.

Looking at the huge amount of spirit stones in the storage bag, and then looking at this great magic weapon, Song Rui was very satisfied.

Now, I'm a lot of money!

I really hope that the comfortable life of cultivating immortals will continue.

But the trees are quiet, but the wind does not stop.

"Uncle Song, Uncle Song, are you there?" This

morning, Song Rui was sunbathing in the courtyard, and the courtyard door was rudely pushed open.

The caller asked in a fiery manner.