Prehistoric: The beginning of the game mixed with the Xiantian Lingbao chat group

Chapter 10 Quarrel

His master suddenly made a sudden turn and immediately knocked Feng Ming out of control.

However, if you think about it carefully, this is indeed Master's consistent style.

Master Wanmu continued to look at the sword and asked:

"Ah, what, are you doubting my teacher's words?"

Of course Feng Ming said directly: "Master, how is this possible? This disciple also feels that the 4,800 spiritual coins are a bit of a loss."

This is also true.

In fact, at the beginning, the multiplier for subsequent repairs was planned to be increased from three times.

In other words, according to his original plan, complete repair should cost 9,600 spiritual coins.

However, 9600 spiritual money seems to be too much.

This is close to 10,000 spiritual money.

So Feng Ming didn't do it in the end.

Master Wanmu did not continue to speak, but carefully looked at the repair position.

After a while, he exclaimed:

"Feng Ming, you have completely repaired these eighty-four spiritual patterns."

"Not only have they been repaired, some of the spirit patterns have even been optimized and improved, tsk tsk..."

"Awesome, awesome!"

"This magic sword can now be regarded as an eighth-grade sword!"

"Not bad, not bad. I finally learned some skills as a teacher. That's all."

Master Wanmu was very satisfied. He originally thought that he came here this time to help the "silly boy" and help him improve his spiritual pattern.

But I never expected that my disciple would really surprise me.

Not only was it perfectly restored, it even improved the level of the magic sword!

"If I do it, I can only restore the magic sword to its original appearance, and it is impossible to repair it perfectly."

Apart from anything else, with this repair, my disciple is already better than his predecessor!

"However, I absolutely cannot tell him this."

"Otherwise this kid will be proud in the future."

When educating apprentices, we must also pay attention to stability and not let the apprentice's heart wander.

Master Wanmu continued: "This is an eighth-grade magical sword. Feng Ming. When that guy comes tomorrow, you can tell him directly that the price has increased. The charge is... 10 treasure coins."

Feng Ming nodded.

But the next moment he felt something was wrong.

"Wait, Master!"

"10 pieces... why is it getting lower and lower? And this is a friendly price?... Ah? It's a treasure!"

hiss--!

Master, are you too cruel?

Baoqian is a unit of measurement above spiritual money.

One precious coin is equivalent to ten thousand spiritual coins!

In other words, as soon as the master opens his mouth, it will be one hundred thousand spiritual coins!

Feng Ming felt that he was a black-hearted businessman and wanted to charge the price to nearly 10,000 spiritual coins.

But compared with Master, I am still far behind!

Master, one hundred thousand directly!

Sure enough, the higher the realm, the bigger the heart.

hiss!

Feng Ming couldn't help but ask: "Master, is this too dark?"

Even though that junior fellow Qing Yezi is a cultivator, he is only a junior disciple after all.

Can he really take out so much in one go?

Moreover, Feng Ming knew that the normal price of an ordinary eighth-grade magic weapon actually ranged from 3 to 6 treasure coins.

Of course, if you sell it in an abnormal way, the value will be higher!

Master Wanmu shook his head and said with a smile:

"This sword, Gu Hong, is an eighth-grade magic sword. If you count it as ten treasures, it's not bad at all! Of course, if you want to make this Qingshuzi happily give the money to you, it depends on how you interact with him.

I said it, hehehe..."

"Come, disciple, master will teach you."

So, so, so and so...

"Do you understand?"

Feng Ming kept nodding his head, his eyes full of admiration!

"As expected of Master, you are really great!"

Well, Master, if you worked in sales in our era, you were definitely the elite among the elite!

Wanmu Zhenren's vicissitudes of face showed a happy smile and said:

"That's natural, otherwise how could I be your master?"

"You are still far away!"

Feng Ming said respectfully: "Yes, Master."

Well, I am indeed still far behind when it comes to how to deceive people.

Master Wanmu once again taught his disciples: "We are disciples of Changchun Palace, and the most important thing in doing things is to be steady."

"What is stability? You know a lot of information, but you can't get into trouble because of the lack of information, and you can't let yourself suffer losses because of the lack of information!"

"Existences like Qingshuzi's nephew are the nobles of our master and disciple. If we miss this, it will be a great loss!"

"Fortunately, your junior sister was smart this time, otherwise, how much would you have lost?"

Feng Ming complained in his heart: I didn't lose money, I just didn't make that much money.

However, he had to admit that his master Wanmu Zhenren still had some abilities.

At this time, Master Wanmu said with a smile:

"Feng Ming, as the saying goes, the master and the disciple will settle accounts and share their share, and the master will get 10%."

Feng Ming was very happy and said: "Deal!"

If the master doesn't come, then I will only have 4,800 spiritual coins. If everything goes well tomorrow, how much more will I earn?

Master Wanmu was very satisfied with his disciple's attitude.

Next, his expression suddenly became serious and he asked: "I heard from your junior sister that you fell asleep in the weapon refining hall because you were too tired. Is this possible?"

Feng Ming: ...I actually fell asleep because Shui Qun was too tired.

But, of course, it is impossible to say this.

It's like your parents think you're not in good spirits because you're too tired from studying, but in fact you stay up late playing video games.

Feng Ming was also prepared to go around a bit: "It is true, but..."

"Nonsense!"

"Now that you have entered the third realm, it is the critical time to condense the Yin God. If you are exhausted to this point, I am afraid that if things go on like this, your foundation will be damaged, and you may even be unable to condense the Yin God."

The consequences will be serious, Master is very serious!

"Our Changchun sect is not one of those extreme sects. No matter how busy the affairs at hand are, we must ensure that cultivation comes first."

"Since you are so tired, I will report it to the superiors and ask you to leave the Weapon Refining Hall."

Feng Ming felt the master's thoughts.

But, leaving the Weapon Refining Hall?

This is not possible!

"Master, Master, look..."

Feng Ming knew that it was better to prove himself with actual actions than to talk a thousand words.

He closed his eyes slightly and gathered his energy.

Master Wanmu was suddenly surprised and even took half a step back.

The master directly exclaimed: "Your soul has grown so much!"

Feng Mingxin said: Well, I still have half of it left.

"Master, you see, this is the disciple's growth in the weapon refining hall. The reason why the disciple falls asleep is not because he is tired of refining the weapon, but because he is trying another way of cultivation."

Master Wanmu heard what Feng Ming said and finally said nothing more.

He nodded and said with a smile: "Okay, since you know what's going on, I can rest assured as a teacher."

This brat is too fierce.

When I was at this stage, this soul was not even half of his!

Good boy, good boy.

"However, even though your soul has improved a lot now, you are still not good enough. Our Changchun sect is at the same stage and is stronger than you, at least by the number of hands. You still have to work hard."

"Yes, Master!"

"One more thing, if someone asks about your soul, don't show it completely. Keep everything hidden. Do you understand?"

Feng Ming gave the master a thumbs up in his heart. It must be our master, as steady as an old dog!

"It's Master, disciple understands!"

Well, the eldest apprentice makes him worry less than the second apprentice.

"Okay, I'm leaving. Remember, if that boy Qing Shuzi comes over tomorrow, don't be soft-hearted. This is what we deserve."

Seeing his master leaving gracefully, Feng Ming smiled.

Master has always loved me so much and allowed me to cultivate and grow quietly in the Changchun Sect. This is also a blessing.

"It's just that I don't know when Master will prepare to overcome the tribulation."

Although I have absolute confidence in Master, the important matter of overcoming the tribulation cannot be underestimated!

"However, has this magic sword actually reached the eighth level?"

He began to look at the magic sword again.

Yes, according to the thinking of Kuanglang's sword senior, after the spiritual pattern structure is updated, the power of the magic sword can indeed be increased.

"Senior Kuang Lang's Sword is really powerful!"

"No, it should be said that the seniors in the group are all very powerful."

"I really want to go into the water right away!"

However, mental recovery also requires a process.

Previously, I took the Peiyuan Pill given by my junior sister, which accelerated my mental recovery.

"Forget it, there is a limit to relaxation, let's take a look at the wonderful method given by senior!"

…

In the group.

Mingzhu: "@Crazy Waves, the spiritual pattern you provided this time seems pretty good."

Kuang Lang’s Knife will be online immediately.

"Hahaha……"

The Sword of the Emperor of Heaven: "Heh."

Kuang Lang's Knife: "Wow, what do you mean, mocking?"

The Sword of the Emperor of Heaven: "Yes! This is it, how dare you say that the sword is more powerful than the sword?"

Kuang Lang's Knife: "I'll go. If you can do it, why didn't you do it then? Isn't it right to brag afterwards!"

These two suddenly started to quarrel.

(End of chapter)