Doomsday Sanctuary

Di Ping played with three pieces of equipment curiously, and was reluctant to let it go.

Each of these weapons is shining with a strange brilliance, which is not comparable to weapons on the earth. It seems that each weapon carries a kind of magic power, allowing you to pick it up and fight.

And the weapon in hand always unconsciously raises a strong courage and fighting will, it seems that with him, there is infinite power.

"The Shining Sword: First-tier medium grade, forged from refined and iron-mixed steel, sharp and tough, increased strength, additional lightness attribute, weapon skill: none."

"Warhammer of the Holy Spirit: First-tier medium grade, refined forged iron, with mithril rune engraved, amplifying power, boosting spirit, weapon skill: none."

"Ebony Staff: A first-order strong product, the stick body is made of 100-year-old ebony wood, with mythril engraving pattern, inlaid with spirit crystals, enhancing spirit and dexterity, weapon skills: none.

Di Ping used the probe to check the attributes of the three weapons one by one.

Only by looking at it did I know that the staff was more expensive, it turned out to be a first-tier strong product, one level better than the big sword and the warhammer.

Di Ping was a little bit reluctant to put weapons in his backpack. Men had a natural preference for weapons, and Di Ping was no exception, so he was reluctant to let go of weapons.

With Doro's respectful seeing off, Di Ping left the market, but the rain outside was still falling. The sky was dark.

When he walked into the darkness, the door of the market began to close slowly, and the lights were no longer visible under the closed door.

Standing in the rain, turning around and staring at the tall and mysterious market in the rainy night for a while, then turned and walked out of the castle.

Now that the market has it, it can basically meet his current needs. If you want more advanced items, you have to build a workshop.

This made him a little headache. He went there to find a blacksmith. In modern society, blacksmiths are basically a declining industry. The blacksmith shops that could be seen on the street when they were young have disappeared in recent years.

It seems that tomorrow everyone will have to think of a way to see if they can find a blacksmith, otherwise he will be stuck here and the workshop will not be built.

Di Ping returned to the main tower in the respectful eyes of the gatekeeper Lu Ge and another young man.

After taking a shower and changing the soaked clothes on his body, he fell asleep. It was already two o'clock in the night. He was really sleepy and tired. He didn't want to do anything today. He just wanted to sleep well.

Maybe it’s a long-standing habit. The time points to six o’clock. Di Ping opened his eyes on time. He rubbed his face, got up to wash, and sat back on the bed. He was going to practice Yu Qing Zhen Jue. The best time.

Di Ping sat cross-legged, perhaps after practicing once, but this time it was easy to sit cross-legged, so he started to adjust his breathing according to the opening meditation method.

Perhaps the things in his mind were put down, the warehouse and the market were built, this time he finally calmed down after five minutes.

The mood calms down, not thinking or not thinking fully, breathing evenly.

Feeling the body slowly calmed up under the circumscribed breathing, he felt almost done, and he began to visualize the profound entrance of the first level of exercises.

When Di Ping's mind poured into the entrance, suddenly an aura from the sky rose from the entrance. The aura illuminates the entire entrance like morning light. There is a white glow in the entrance, and Di Ping suddenly changed, as if his body appeared in this white glow.

At this time Di Ping was as if he was in space, with white light everywhere, and he could see nothing, hear nothing.