I have an eternal eye

"Seniors, don't worry, come one by one!"

The originally remote alley suddenly became lively. Crowds of people lined up from outside the courtyard to the entrance of the alley. Situ Boya was also so busy that he was sweating.

There are weapon refiners in the ghost market, and there are many of them.

But this kind of thing, just like alchemy, everyone can learn how to do it, but it is even more difficult to master it. This is where the false teachings are based.

The battle that day was witnessed by everyone.

Although Mr. Bai has hidden his cultivation, he can easily suppress several opponents of the same level and many golden elixirs with just one magic weapon. One can imagine his methods.

Such a master who can refine magical weapons will definitely not hang out in the Ghost City for a long time. He might one day become famous and stay away from this dirty and filthy place.

At that time, they will not be able to contact easily.

No one wants to miss this opportunity.

In the small courtyard, Zhang Biao was also receiving guests. He looked at the monks from the Slaughter Cult in front of him, with a cold heart but a fox-like smile on his face.

"Flying sword? Don't practice!"

"This thing takes a long time, at least a year and a half. How can I have time to play with you?"

"you?!"

Seeing Zhang Biao's arrogance, the monk from the Killing Cult was annoyed. His eyes glowed red, but he suppressed his anger and said, "I want to go to the Demon Realm and I need a magic weapon. Please ask Mr. Bai for help. I will be generous." Pay it forward!"

"A generous reward?"

Zhang Biao's heart moved, his eyes narrowed and he said with a smile: "It's not that we can't discuss it. I have a secret method. If I stay in seclusion for a period of time, I can help you refine it, but do you have to give me something in exchange?"

The Demonic Cultivator from the Killing Sect said in a deep voice, "What to take?"

Zhang Biao touched his chin, "I heard that your sect's blood spirit root is unique. I want to do some research on it. Maybe I can develop something..."

Seeing the other party's murderous intention boiling over, Zhang Biao narrowed his eyes and smiled and said: "Don't worry, the fragments will do, but the amount will be doubled. You can consider it."

After that, he sent the guests off directly, "Next one!"

The demonic cultivator of the Killing Cult wanted to have an attack, but when he saw more and more people outside, his eyes were filled with uncertainty. He gritted his teeth and said, "I'll see you again later, sir."

As soon as he finished speaking, the person ran out.

The corner of Zhang Biao's mouth curled up. Of course he would not refine weapons for this person. After all, he was a future enemy.

But once you come to Baoshan, how can you return empty-handed?

As far as he knew, the Blood Spirit Root of the Killing Sect was the blood of the ancient phoenix and one of the fire attribute gods. The largest fragment turned into the innate spiritual root, which was infected by the Demonic Spirit of the Killing Sect and used for rewards and control. The monks under his command.

In the Ancient Yuan Realm, after killing the fire spirit, he had already obtained the innate flame dragon spirit root, which together with the phoenix fire formed the Divine Court Fire Department. They balanced each other and completely eliminated the remaining thoughts of the demonic spirit.

Because they both belong to the God of Fire, their spiritual roots can transform into each other, so he can absorb a large amount of blood spiritual roots and strengthen the Fire Temple.

The next person who came in was an acquaintance.

"Brother Bai, congratulations."

The visitor was none other than Yuan Hui from the Brothers Sect. He looked flattering at this moment and said: "I am really blind. I didn't expect Brother Bai to have such superb weapon refining skills. His rise is not far away."

"You are indeed in a hurry."

Zhang Biao smiled lightly and replied in a neutral tone.

Yuan Hui's face was sluggish, and he felt a little uneasy, "Brother Bai, what are you talking about? That day when the enemy came to attack, I called a few brothers to be ready to help at any time."

"It's just that your methods are superb, and we have no room to use them..."

Zhang Biao was noncommittal and said calmly: "Why, Brother Yuan also plans to ask me to refine weapons?"

"It's not urgent."

Yuan Hui looked around and whispered: "Brother, I have found out a piece of news in the past two days. People from the Gutuo Demon Palace are gathering, and there is a master in the transformation stage who wants to cause trouble for you."

"There are also people from Chongming Demon Palace on Lingbao Mountain, but they did not stop them. Instead, they secretly sent people to find out your details..."

"Let them be!"

Zhang Biao pretended to be annoyed, his eyes full of murderous intent.

Of course he knew about this.

Three days have passed since the day when the action was taken. People from the "virtual" organization also felt that this was a good opportunity and wanted to help him operate and enter the inner city. All kinds of intelligence continued to gather.

Of course he knows what the people in Chongming Demon Palace think.

Some of Bai Yan's lineage died in the chessboard world, and some fled due to internal struggles for power. They were not on the same path as the lineage of Lingbaoshan.

These guys were thinking of how to eat him alive, or at the worst, they would take him under their wing and become their free labor.

What the other party has to do is also very simple, that is, when the Gutuo Demon Palace creates trouble for him, he shows up again to rescue him.

When the time comes, he can only obey these people's orders.

Unfortunately, he had expected the plans of both sides, and the next step was to find a way to provoke internal fighting between the two sides.

Unknowingly, a few hours later, after Zhang Biao took over a few jobs, he announced to the outside world that he would go into seclusion to refine weapons and would no longer accept any business.

Amidst a burst of helpless complaints, the crowd gradually dispersed.

When the alley became quiet, the demon cultivator from the Killing Cult appeared again, full of blood, looked around, and sneaked into the small courtyard.

"This is what you want!"

With his murderous aura still lingering in his body, he took out a jade bottle from his arms, pulled out the stopper, and suddenly balls of blood spurted out.

Good guy, so cruel!

A trace of surprise flashed in Zhang Biao's eyes.

These were all broken blood spiritual roots. He looked at them with his spiritual eyes and immediately knew their roots.

They are all demon cultivators from the Killing Sect near the ghost market.

The guy in front of me was the leader of the group. He spread false news, gathered his subordinates, used poisonous spells and poison, and killed them all.

Although it is common for fellow disciples to kill each other in the demonic way, and it is not uncommon for masters to treat disciples as furnaces, the man in front of him is really ruthless.

To achieve the goal, no one was spared.

Thinking of some recent rumors, Zhang Biao glanced lightly and said, "It seems that your killing cult has reached an agreement with that side?"

For the other party to be so anxious means that the Killing Cult has decided to join the Demon Realm. Once they leave, many of the foundations on Lingbao Mountain will be useless.

If you think about it, the Demon Realm is a place where the weak prey on the strong. Without the ability to protect yourself, you can only become food for others.

The demon cultivator's pupils shrank and he said coldly: "It's none of your business, just refine the sword!"

"certainly."

Zhang Biao smiled slightly, put away all the blood spirit roots, asked the other party's requirements, and took a storage magic weapon.

There were quite a lot of precious spiritual materials inside. Although he didn't like it, it was enough to make other monks kill people.

"how long it takes?"

"A month."

"good!"

The demon cultivator of the Killing Sect said coldly: "I will come and get the sword then. Zhao will be happy doing business, but if you dare to fool..."

"Your Excellency, please rest assured."

Zhang Biao smiled slightly, "If you leave, I still want to gain a foothold on Lingbao Mountain. How can I destroy my own brand?"

After hearing this, the demon cultivator felt that it made sense. He nodded and disappeared into a streak of blood.

After he left, Situ Boya, who had been standing by him and was covered in cold sweat, stepped forward quickly and whispered: "Mr. Bai, this Zhao Sanjue is doing business without capital on Lingbao Mountain, killing people and looting. , Helping people to assassinate people, their methods are vicious, so be careful when dealing with them."

"rest assured."

Zhang Biao smiled calmly, thought for a moment, and then took out the jade slip from his arms, "You have worked hard these days. Take it to practice. Remember not to show it in front of your fellow disciples, so as not to be coveted by others."

During this period, Situ Boya tried his best and even risked his life to warn. I originally wanted to use this thing to hang the other party, but now it seems that it doesn't matter anymore.

"Many...thank you sir!"

Situ Boya suddenly became excited, carefully took the jade slip, and kowtowed several times respectfully.

After the opponent left, Zhang Biao activated all the formations and pressed the magic formula. Suddenly, black mist surged and all the spiritual materials and drawings disappeared without a trace.

He is not a master of refining weapons, but Master Qianji is good at this. The secret book of techniques seized from the chessboard world gives him considerable experience in refining the "moment" treasure, which even those who are ignorant of the teachings cannot tell.

This is his key to entering the inner city.

At this moment, a ray of pink light came through the sky and circled down over the small courtyard.

But it was a paper crane, stretched out in front of him, revealing lines of writing.

This is a letter from Jade Shura. The "Void" organization has already made arrangements. Just waiting for him to become famous, someone will immediately come into operation and ask him to enter the inner city to help set up the formation.

Looking at the letter, Zhang Biao was thoughtful.

There is no doubt about the ability of “virtual” organizations. To be able to exist under the eyes of the devil for so long without anyone noticing, there must be a large number of people.

But what Zhang Biao couldn't figure out was that there were powerful people sitting in Lingbao Mountain, and there seemed to be more than one of them. Even if these people were determined to die, how could they destroy the entire secret realm?

However, it doesn't matter anymore.

The people in the "virtual" organization only used each other with him. When the day came when the plan was implemented, they had no intention of keeping him alive.

And the other party will also not know his goal.

Thinking of this, Zhang Biao turned his immortal body, and his body shape kept changing. He became taller and stronger, grew a full beard, and even his clothes were changed into white robes.

Astonishingly, it was the Brother Sect monk he saw when he first came to Lingbao Mountain. He was a brother-in-law of Yuan Hui, and he had been watching him lively in the ghost market two days ago.

Zhang Biao squeezed the magic formula, performed the earth escape technique, quickly left the ghost market, and traveled underground in various mountain cities through the secret passages told by Jade Shura.

Not long after, he appeared on the top of a mountain.

Looking down, I saw the bright lights of the mountain city, but on the top of the mountain, it seemed a bit quiet, with high-walled courtyards emitting strange auras in the darkness.

Zhang Biao's eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Jade Shura's information saved him a lot of trouble.

On the top of this mountain, there is a hidden cultivator of Nascent Soul, a master of the Right and Wrong Sect. In his hands, there is a Mengsha obelisk. Although outsiders don't know it, it has not escaped his induction.

This place was originally Zhang Biao's first target, but he never took action because he was afraid of disturbing the situation.

According to Yu Shura's news, the other party and Yuan Hui from the brothers' sect often had conflicts in private, which was just the right opportunity to throw the blame out of the public eye.

boom!

Not long after, in a house above the mountain city, sword light rose up, the ground shook, rocks flew everywhere, and then a raging fire broke out...