Chapter 267: Will not fail

Chapter 267
"Mr. Mo, these two men have died, and there is no evidence left. Tonight, I'm afraid ..." He Hanzi did not continue, but the meaning was obvious.
In fact, with a little thought on this matter, it is not difficult to guess the forces behind Meng Han and Liang Dan.
But if there is no evidence, the matter will most likely be left to rest.
"Anyway."
Su Zimo smiled indifferently, but did not take it to heart.
This night, two Jin Dan real people were vainly vain. It was the True Fire Refining Workshop that suffered the loss, not his Su Zimo.
As soon as Han Zi was about to leave, he glanced inadvertently, and glanced at the flying sword in Nianqi's hand, and his eyes jumped wildly.
Need for Flying Sword!
This little maid turned out to be the best flying sword!
Prior to that, Han Zizi heard that the Mo Ling Refining Workshop could customize superb magical tools, and he was still unbelievable.
Although he was called Mr. Mo, he was somewhat dismissive.
Customizing a Need for Magic, it sounds too much.
After seeing Su Zimo himself, Yun Hanzi became more convinced of the speculation in his heart.
Su Zimo is too young, and it is not enough to cultivate into a realm, it is just to build a base.
Generally speaking, the real top refiners are all Jindan real people!
The age of the refiner is not enough, it is difficult to form its own unique induction on the spirit, and naturally it is impossible to become a top refiner.
This Mo Ling, even if she started to practice the refining device in her mother's womb, is at most a few decades, how can it be compared to the fact that Jin Dan's real person has soaked in the refining device for hundreds of years?
When Han Zi wanted to come, Su Zimo's ability to make such a great reputation in the king's city must be true.
However, if you can customize the best spiritual tools, it is definitely a gimmick for your own refinery workshop.
Now, when Han Hanzi saw the best flying sword in Nianqi's hands, his heart began to shake.
"Can this Mo Ling really make a superb magic weapon?"
"But he's too young. He seems to be in his early twenties. How can that be?"
"But everyone's maids have used superb magical tools. What kind of treatment is used in the early stages of foundation construction? What is the treatment?"
Xi Hanzi stood still, staring at Nian Qi not far away, with a gloom in his eyes.
Such a rough man, showing such eyes, can scare the little girl enough.
"Master, are you okay?" Nianqi whispered.
"what?"
虬 髯 Manzi froze, realized that he was a bit ill, smiled suddenly, coughed, and asked, "Mr. Mo, I heard you can customize a superb magic weapon?"
"Yeah." Su Zimo nodded.
He Zizi did not expect Su Zimo to agree so happily.
Could this person really customize the Need for Magic?
"Well, um ... what do you need to prepare if you want a custom magic weapon?" Wu Hanzi asked with a groan.
"Sir, this month will not work."
At this moment, Nian Qi took the conversation aside.
In this regard, Nianqi is best at her. For two years, she has received the business of Mo Ling Refining Workshop.
Nian Qi said: "The son refines only one superb magic weapon every month. This opportunity has been auctioned out as early as the first day of the month."
"Adults want to customize a superb magic weapon. They can only wait until the beginning of next month to bring 30 materials and enough spirits to come to the auction.
"Master, please rest assured that our Mo Ling Refining Workshop is the fairest. Tongtong is not bullying, and the one with the highest price wins."
The corner of his mouth twitched, rubbing his hands, his expression was embarrassed, and he stopped talking.
If it was really fair to bid with other Jindan real people, how could he still have a chance ...
Not to mention that his spirits are not enough. Even the materials needed for the refining equipment are not enough. He is not qualified to bid.
Su Zimo watched for a while, and suddenly said, "Sir, I can help you make a superb magic weapon, even if it is to repay you for your life-saving grace today."
"Really?"
Han Zi was wondering how to ask each other. Hearing Su Zimo's words, it was just like the sound of nature, and he quickly arched: "Thank you so much."
In fact, it was completely a matter of filial piety, as the leader of the qing wei, came to kill Meng Han.
Su Zimo's move was, on the one hand, a good impression of the uncle Hanzi, and on the other hand, it could be regarded as a gift to the other party.
There are three guards in the King Zhou City, and Qing Yewei is one of them.
Don't look at the appearance of the Han man, but as the leader of the Qing Weiwei, he is a high-profile figure in the king city, calling for the wind and the rain!
Being able to associate with it is never a bad thing.
Mr. Wu Hanzi said, "Mr. Mo, I don't have enough materials. There are only seven copies. I have to wait for a while before I can come to you."
Su Zimo said lightly, "Enough."
"what?"
Wu Hanzi didn't understand, he looked confused, and asked subconsciously.
Su Zimo smiled and said, "Give me the seven ingredients. It's enough. Tell me what kind of artifacts you want to make, if you have any requirements."
Wu Hanzi became silent, his mind was full of thoughts.
Seven materials are enough?
Didn't you just have to prepare thirty?
The seven materials are replaced by other refining masters, and it is not necessary to make a top-level spiritual tool, but this person can make the best spiritual tool?
Su Zimo made such an understatement, but made the Han man somewhat skeptical.
Hesitating a little, Bian Hanzi took a deep breath and still chose to believe in Su Zimo.
Xi Hanzi took out seven storage bags from the storage bags, which contained seven materials and handed them to Su Zimo.
Su Zimo smiled slightly and nodded.
He Hanzi recounted his requirements and asked, "Dare to ask Mr. Mo, when will I get this superb magic weapon?"
"in the morning."
Su Zimo said, took seven storage bags, turned and walked towards the closet of the refiner.
"Morning? What morning?"
The man stunned for a moment, then asked quickly.
"I will start the mixer now, and it will be ready in the morning."
After saying this, Su Zimo has entered the closet of the refining machine, his figure disappears, leaving a dumbfounded man still in his place.
It took a long time for the Han man to calm down, turned his head, looked at Nianqi unbelievably, and asked, "The morning that Mr. Mo said was this morning?"
"Yes."
Nianqi nodded and said, "You're almost here for three hours."
"It takes three hours to make a superb magic weapon?"
"No need to break the valley for three days, don't need to bathe and burn incense, don't need to adjust the state, and don't worship the heaven?"
"Will it be too perfunctory?"
Xi Hanzi said a lot of questions in one breath, and Nian Qi was asked in a halt and a moment, silent.
Seeing that the little girl was confused, Wu Hanzi said, "I don't say anything else, I will just say one thing, in case Mr. Mo gathers and fails ..."
Nian Qi said: "The son will not fail."
Wu Hanzi: "..."
(End of this chapter)