Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 101
Dialect's own stuff is not very familiar to him, since he collected it, he only used it once when refining the alchemy furnace, but he didn't expect to surprise Xing Wuxin so much.

"Dialect, where is this Xuanshui? It's clearly Xuanshui. I really don't know where you found it."

"Ah? Mysterious spirit liquid? Can it be used?"

"Of course you can. Mysterious spirit liquid is pure yin material. With it, your speed of refining miasma poison can be increased by dozens of times. It's really a blessing for a fool. If I had mystic spirit liquid back then, how could I have fallen to where I am now? End. How much mysterious spirit liquid do you have?"

"This thing is so good? I still have a lot more." However, there is a spring in Dialect's Qiankun Pot, and Dialect doesn't know how many there are. Here comes in handy.

Xing Wuwu was a little speechless, this kid didn't care about such a precious material at all, if someone else found out that Fang Yan had Xuanling Liquid on him, don't say too much, even if it's the handful he took out just now, it would cause people to scramble Snatching, even Jindan cultivators are no exception.

Mysterious spirit liquid is an excellent material for refining top-grade ice-type and water-type treasures. If dialect can refine peach miasma poison and mysterious spirit liquid together, then the grade of peach miasma armor will not be lower.

"Boy, I don't know what to say about you, and I don't care about you. Now I will tell you how to use these mysterious spirit liquids. Hey, asking you to refine this magic weapon is really a waste of good materials. If I do it , at least one low-grade spirit weapon can be refined, and maybe even a middle-grade spirit weapon, you? It would be good if you can refine a high-grade treasure.”

"What? Spiritual weapon?" Dialect was a little dazed. He still remembered that when a low-grade spiritual weapon was auctioned for 500 million spirit stones, the material in his hand could be used to refine the spiritual weapon?

"What are you thinking, kid? With your cultivation, it would be nice to be able to refine treasures. You don't even need to think about spiritual weapons. Listen carefully, when you are refining miasma poison..."

After listening to Xing Wuwu's words, Dialect realized that such a seemingly simple magic weapon had so many skills. If he followed his original method, he would just condense the miasma poison a little bit and then combine it into a spirit armor , It is really difficult to refine a treasure in this dialect, and it was only after he took out the mysterious spirit liquid that Xing Wuwu really taught him the method of refining.

There is something to learn, and the dialect is naturally not dissatisfied. Although Xingwuwu can be regarded as a hit, but no one is obliged to teach himself not, not to mention that he has already obtained a lot from Xingwuwu.

Although Fang Yanxing Wuwu is called a brother, he actually has the reality of a master and apprentice.

One is teaching attentively, the other is serious about learning. After two months, Dialect has already memorized the key points of condensing and refining the magic weapon. There are many things that I don’t understand. As for refining Tao Miasma Armor, he has almost mastered the dialect, and the rest depends on his own hands-on ability.

Just like refining alchemy, refining equipment also needs to be calm and focused. After dialect has a good rest for a day, it starts refining again.

It's just that there is one more mysterious liquid than the condensed miasma poison, but the difficulty has increased several times. The dialect needs to control the mana, the consciousness, the mysterious spirit liquid, and the miasma poison at the same time. Among them, the miasma poison needs to be extremely careful. With just a touch, Dialect's body will be corroded.

After several days of repeated groping, Dialect finally got the hang of it. Although the method is still very immature, he finally refined the miasma poison and the mysterious spirit liquid together.

Although the current speed is about the same as in the past, Dialect knows that as long as he urgently needs to refine, his technique will become more and more proficient, and the refining speed will naturally become faster and faster. Xing Wuwu said that the improvement of dozens of times is not impossible. It is hoped that the refining of this magic weapon will be completed within one or two years.

Now that he was sure, while the dialect was refining the Peach Miasma Armor, he also began to cultivate for the purpose of breaking the illusion.Supernatural powers are more advanced than spells. The illusion-breaking eyes are a kind of supernatural powers. After they are cultivated, they don’t need much mana. The eyes can break the illusion and return to the original. All illusions will be lost under the gaze of the illusion-breaking eyes. Hide away.

This supernatural power, the dialect has only just started for a few months, and the most important thing is missing, the clear water, the eyes must be washed with clear water, so that the eyes can absorb the lightness of the clear water. It can be said that Xing Wuwu himself has not cultivated to great success, nor has he ever obtained the clear water.

Fang Yan didn't care about it either, as long as it could help him pass through the miasma poison a little bit, after practicing the illusion-breaking eyes, Fang Yan raised his head, and he could see that the miasma poison above his head was no longer chaotic, but sparse and scattered. Close, thick and thin, this is the magical power of breaking illusion.

A year and a half has passed quickly. Dialect has already condensed hundreds of peach miasma poisons, and it is time to start refining spirit armor. Refining hundreds of peach miasma poisons together is no more difficult than condensing one peach miasma poison How much, the peach miasma poison that has been condensed already has the imprint of the dialect, it is no longer an untamed miasma poison, and the dialect condensing technique is already familiar. Formed, on the water-blue texture, there are streaks of pink patterns flowing on it according to mysterious routes.

Xing Wuwu also instructed the dialect to draw some talisman arrays on the spirit armor. There is no talent for the talisman dialect. It just follows the patterns of Xing Wuyi and draws them stroke by stroke. As for the principle, the dialect did not go into it. .

Looking at the exquisite spiritual armor in front of him, Fang Yan couldn't believe that it was something he had refined, that he could actually refine such a beautiful magic weapon?Every trace of it is Fang Yan's painstaking effort. Fang Yan looks at this spiritual armor as if looking at his own child.

"Well, yes, dialect, I don't see that you still have some talent for refining weapons. This spirit armor is considered to be the best of the top-grade treasures, and there is only a thin line between it and the top-grade treasures. In the future, when your cultivation base improves, you can still use it to improve your skills." It can be refined again, and it will definitely be promoted to the top grade by then."

Xing, who has been paying attention to the dialect, has no intention of seeing the spirit armor refined by the dialect, and is also very excited, saying happily.

"Brother Xing still has good guidance, otherwise I might not be able to refine such a magic weapon in my life."

"You boy, you know how to put a high hat on me. Alright, after refining the spirit armor, you can try out this ghost restriction."

"Okay, I'll try it." Hearing this, Fang Yan immediately put on this spiritual armor. He had already engraved his own mark into it when refining it, so he didn't need to practice it specially.

Tao Miasma wraps Fang Yan up without leaving a single gap. Dialect controls his body and slowly flies up into the sky. Feijian is so fast.

After a quarter of an hour, the dialect returned to the ground.

"Brother Xing, it's okay. I flew up several tens of feet, and I only felt a sticky, miasma poison that couldn't penetrate at all. Let's go, let's go out, get out of here."

Xing Wuwu was not surprised by the effect of the spirit armor, but he did not agree with Fang Yan's words: "Fang Yan, you and I have been together for two years. You are going out today. I am very happy for you, but I cannot go with you." "Huh? Why?"

Fang Yan suddenly heard Xing Wuwu's words, and he didn't want to go out with him. He didn't know what was going on, didn't he want to leave this ghost place for thousands of years?

"Fang Yan, if I go out like this, I will only cause you trouble, so don't listen to me." Xing Wuwu stopped the dialect who was about to speak and continued: "Fang Yan, if you really want to save me, you need to come again Once, bring me something, I will only leave here if I have the strength to defend myself, you know, my enemy is not something you can handle."

After listening to the dialect, he asked: "Brother Xing, could it be that your enemy is still alive after thousands of years?"

"I can survive until now, so they can naturally, not to mention that my enemies are not necessarily those people."

"Okay, Brother Xing, I will definitely find something for you if you need anything, and I will pick you up when the time comes."

"These things are not ordinary things. I have been here for thousands of years, and it is not bad for the past few years. You can find them at any time. You can find them slowly after you go out, and don't force them."

"Brother Xing, no matter what it is, I will definitely try my best to find it."

"Fart, if you accidentally hang up, I really have no hope."

"Or, you might as well go with me this time, and we can look for it together after we go out."

Xing Wuwu hesitated for a moment, but still didn't agree: "Dialect, remember these things, linghunxing vanilla, red water agate, ancient breath leaf, these three things are necessary, if you can find them, bring some Xingyun pills for the most it is good."

"Okay, Brother Xing, I've made a note, you really don't want to go with me?"

(End of this chapter)