Man is in the midst of the mysteries of the spirit, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

"what?"

Among the group of people who walked into the inn, a man recognized Du Fenghua and immediately chuckled.

"Everyone, this is the great weapon refiner Du that I mentioned a few days ago. He invited me to observe the magic weapon he refined."

He deliberately emphasized the syllable of "big" and said it in a sarcastic tone.

"I heard him brag about it so much that I thought it was a real treasure, but when I looked at it, it turned out to be a piece of junk. I wasted half a day of my time."

Du Fenghua's face flushed with a "shua", and his blood surged up, but he didn't dare to make a sound.

Given his strength, if he refuted, he would probably be taught a lesson.

He turned his face away, pretending not to hear.

The man was not willing to give up and pressed on, "Master Refiner, have you sold your 'treasure'?"

Du Fenghua still didn't say anything, but just clenched his fists silently.

"Okay, I get it now."

The man suddenly realized: "Are you here to try your luck again today?"

"Haha... I advise you to go home and farm as soon as possible!"

He sneered, intending to continue mocking in order to satisfy his desire to preach.

There are always some people who enjoy belittling others.

Not far away, there was a voice.

"No matter what this fellow Taoist does, it has nothing to do with you, right?"

The man frowned, looking displeased.

"Who do you think you are..."

Feeling the powerful aura of the Foundation Establishment Stage, he was like a goose with its neck stuck. His voice was stuck in his throat. His expression changed at the speed of light, and he spoke hurriedly in fear and respect.

"Senior, I have no intention of offending you."

On the second floor stairs, a monk who looked like a scholar, wearing a light-colored Taoist robe, walked down slowly.

His appearance can only be considered above average, but the extraordinary temperament he has makes people naturally yearn for him.

Du Fenghua, who had been shaking with anger just now, now calmed down.

His eyes were full of longing, but also a hint of shame flashed across them.

"Senior, the blog post below, just now..."

The man saluted respectfully, but he didn't finish speaking.

But he found that the scholar walked straight past him, walked past the side, and came to Du Fenghua with a gentle smile on his face.

"I'm very interested in your magic weapon. Take me to see it now."

Fang Bowen widened his eyes and reminded him unwillingly.

"Senior, this guy doesn't know how to refine weapons. I saw it with my own eyes. The magic weapon he made is a piece of junk. Don't get involved with him..."

An Le turned her head and said lightly.

"Are you teaching me what to do?"

His eyes were calm and there was a smile on his face. He looked like a gentle and elegant gentleman.

But Fang Bowen's scalp exploded, his hair stood on end, and his whole body was so stiff that he couldn't even speak.

It was as if... a demon beast from ancient times was staring at me!

The murderous aura surged in like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Fang Bowen was stunned.

By the time he came to his senses, Anle and Du Fenghua had already walked far away, not even their backs could be seen.

The companion next to him asked in surprise.

"What took you so long?"

Fang Bowen was speechless, the fear in his heart had not yet dissipated.

My back was sticky and my clothes were already soaked with cold sweat.

******

On the other side.

On the way to Du Fenghua's house.

The young weapon refiner was overwhelmed by the huge surprise and felt dizzy, wondering if he was dreaming.

He turned his head again and again and looked at Anle beside him.

That powerful aura cannot be faked.

Du Fenghua then quietly breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time he couldn't help feeling a little worried.

Even he himself had some doubts. Could his magic weapon really catch the eye of this senior?

Anle probably guessed what Du Fenghua was thinking, but didn't point it out.

After all, he had anticipated the outcome.

As for helping Du Fenghua, it was just a matter of convenience.

Along the way, people who knew Du Fenghua were surprised to see Anle beside him.

Sometimes someone would tease or give a reminder.

Almost no one thought that An Le would buy the magic weapon refined by Du Fenghua.

soon.

Anle arrived at Du Fenghua's door.

This is a low bungalow with a small courtyard behind it.

As soon as I opened the door, an indescribable strange smell hit me.

I saw that it was extremely messy inside.

All kinds of worthless materials were scattered on the ground, including several kinds of minerals that Anle had never seen before, semi-finished products engraved with fine magic arrays, and the remains of some damaged magic tools, piled up like a garbage dump.

There is almost no place to stay.

Du Fenghua seemed very embarrassed and said apologetically.

"I'm sorry to make you laugh at my crudeness here."

Anle said casually.

"These are just trivial matters, harmless. Where is the magic weapon?"

"plz follow me."

Du Fenghua led Anle into the backyard of the cottage.

An extremely large magical weapon appeared before him.

This stuff pretty much filled the yard.

It is about ten meters long, in the shape of a slender, flat strip, with sections, a bit like a lengthened, widened and thickened multi-section stick, or like an oversized legless centipede.

Moreover, it is very irregular and has many potholes on the surface.

There are many debris like scales or bone spurs at the connection between every two sections, and it looks like it is made of some discarded materials.

To describe it in one word is——

ugly!

No wonder Fang Bowen called it waste.

From the perspective of a magical instrument, it is definitely a failure.

Ordinary monks can't even activate such a huge thing. In addition, due to its ugly appearance, no one would be interested in it.

At this time, Du Fenghua became more and more nervous and looked at Anle anxiously.

Anle was silent for a few seconds.

Just when Du Fenghua's mood was gradually falling to the bottom, he heard him speak.

"I want this magic weapon."

"But, I have a condition."

Du Fenghua looked ecstatic, but he was not carried away and asked carefully.

"please say."

"In my opinion, your magic weapon could have been made better, but some of the materials are ..."

Anle broke them with his hands and several pieces of scales were crushed.

Du Fenghua was secretly frightened by what he saw, and he responded awkwardly.

"The quality of some materials is indeed not very good."

The main material of this magic weapon is a spine that Du Fenghua dug out from a cave somewhere in the mountains. It is ancient and hard, with mysterious power flowing on it, and is extremely extraordinary.

Most of the other materials were bought and picked up by him.

But the quality is not worthy of the spine, and in the end, only such a defective magic weapon can be produced.

If Du Fenghua wasn't really short of money right now, he wouldn't have tried to sell it.

Anle said: "Look...what do you think of these materials?"

Du Fenghua was distracted.

A large piece of red gold and stone appeared before his eyes, with a bloody glow in the golden light.

"Yangyan Red Gold! Are there so many?"

He had only seen this kind of gold mine once, and it was a thumb-sized fragment.

But the piece in front of him was as big as a human head.

"And these."

Anle emptied the storage bag.

Many colorful and glittering precious materials were piled up into a small hill.

Most of the things here are Xiang Feng’s relics.

As someone who has reached the great perfection of foundation building, one can imagine the wealth he has accumulated.

Spiritual stones are only secondary. Natural treasures like these are much more valuable.

Adding on the accumulation from others, An Le's current wealth can only be described as "arrogant" among casual cultivators.

Du Fenghua was dazzled.

"Hidden magnet, Panlong glass, lightning-struck spirit wood..."

He muttered to himself, his eyes gleaming.

No weapon refiner can resist the temptation of so many high-quality materials.

Du Fenghua had never seen so many rare materials in his life.

There were some things he couldn't even name.

But not for long.

Du Fenghua calmed down and asked.

"Senior wants me to refine this magic weapon again."

"That's right. The main trunk remains unchanged. Just use these materials to replace the edges."

To be honest, Anle had no such plan originally.

He came here just for the spine containing demonic energy.