This group of players is more cunning than cunning

"Isn't that the technology has been lost?" Jiucairong showed deep concern, "Our villa can't produce magic weapons? Can we only produce magic weapon embryos?"

"The technology is not lost, but the lack of forging materials is the key."

Ning Zheng looked grave: "The magical powers and spells in the magical artifacts come from monsters. They are born with spiritual roots and [innate magical powers].

During forging, the bones and flesh of such monsters are needed to be injected into the embryos of magical weapons to extract one of their magical talents... We do not have channels to purchase monster corpses in this regard. "

The embryo of the magic weapon is just the foundation.

Certain fangs, fur, bones, and blood of monster beasts are the real way to forge magical weapons.

According to the information Ning Zheng got from working as a blacksmith in the villa, the assembly line of a magical weapon probably looks like this.

Mine, smelt, and create a rough embryo for a magic weapon.

The rough embryos of the magic weapon are sent to various family shops and monk cities, and then they are forged by blacksmiths from various local magic weapon shops. They can even be customized for monks.

Because these cities will have family monks and local monks who are responsible for hunting monsters and selling materials to this blacksmithing shop. People can use these to create magic weapons.

To put it simply, the Ningzheng mine belongs to the uppermost reaches of the magic weapon assembly line.

"Then we don't have access to monster materials, so can we inject people into magic weapons?"

Jiucairong thought about it and didn't even realize that he had asked a question that made Ning Zheng feel numb. His expression was very simple:

"For example, if this monk cultivates a spiritual root to obtain [Innate Magic Power], and then catches him and throws it into forging, will the weapon also generate this monk's [Innate Magic Power]..."

? ? ?

How could a normal person say such cold words?

Ning Zheng looked at them and felt a little inexplicably horrified.

Young people must learn to put themselves in someone else's shoes before speaking!

So what would you do if someone wanted to punch you into a magic weapon?

But seeing the longing look on the other side's eyes, Ning Zheng still said in a deep voice:

"Of course this is feasible. Many tribulation cultivators, demons, and demons use the flesh and blood of their own clans to forge magic weapons. However, we are a regular forging villa. Don't follow suit and hunt down the monks passing by outside the mountain to forge magic weapons."

At first, Ning Zheng was also afraid that those monsters would catch her refining weapons.

Because his spiritual root is special, it is the highest grade heavenly spiritual root.

He didn't save up that 200,000 fortune points without spending any money.

In the past few years, I spent a full 30,000 pieces of luck to seek the most suitable spiritual root for me, so I made a shadow crocodile grass soaked in the blood of the shadow crocodile, a world-destroying natural disaster in unknown time and space.

It's very magical. It's a spiritual grass with no entity and only shadow.

[Spiritual Root: Shadow]

[Talent power: Nerve Shadow Poison, attack can add spiritual life energy. Every time you attack the enemy, it will cause mental parasitism. Attack ten times, the enemy's soul body will break through the cocoon and split, and a certain existence will be generated on the enemy. The doppelgänger of time. 】

...

Cut the enemy ten times, and a clone of Ning Zheng will temporarily appear next to the enemy.

Ning Zheng tried to shoot a river demon with a bow and arrow, and the nerve shadow poison arrow, but she kept shooting, and a bunch of Ning Zheng's shadows appeared around the river demon, chasing the river demon together.

Even Ning Zheng's clones can stack the number of attacks, inject poison, and attack together to cause new clone divisions.

The more you fight, the more you fight!

Ning Zheng didn't know how powerful she was, but after secretly comparing various low-level five-element spiritual root talent spells, such as Xiaoyunyu, Wind Riding, Fireball... she seemed a bit unique!

There's something obviously wrong with the style of painting.

how to say?

It looks evil at first glance.

Every time he shoots ten times, the opponent will give birth to a baby, which is not in line with his temperament as a classical swordsman.

Sometimes Ning Zheng would also think about what she would do if she got a wife in the future.

But in terms of practicality, it seems that those born with divine beasts, great demons, and even the top secret skills of the ancient holy places may be just like this.

If he were discovered by those monsters, he would probably be captured and forged as if he were a treasure, and use the ashes to make such a knife...

It is estimated that it also has the effect of cutting people apart and can be called a magic weapon.

at the same time.

This seemed like a very good deal for her 30,000 luck points, but then, Ning Zheng found herself falling into a huge pit!

This is equivalent to a down payment of 30,000.

You have to develop the subsequent exercises yourself!

In the future, the development of techniques for each realm and the various supporting techniques will only cost an astronomical number.

My thoughts return to the present.

No matter what... Ning Zheng is very resistant to using monks to refine magic weapons.

"I understand, our villa produces rough embryos, and our job is that simple." Liao Cairong responded, feeling increasingly speechless.

It turns out we are worse off than we imagined.

It is a sweatshop without any technology.

A large number of semi-finished magic weapon embryos were sold, and the weapon refiner who bought them reprocessed and refined them, making a huge profit in an instant.

You have to hunt ferocious beasts to refine magic weapons...

Where did the original demon beast forging materials come from?

"It's difficult, it's difficult, it's difficult! But since the name is Forged Sword Villa, it's impossible to do anything rough... This main line is stuck and needs to be solved."

Liaicairong suddenly touched another piece of green bird droppings that fell on his hair and raised his head silently.

"Wild area, found."

...

Time passed and it soon came to dusk.

Ning Zheng was about to leave, leaving behind a message: "Work hard and I won't eat with you anymore. Remember to rest on time and regain your energy so that you can have the energy to work tomorrow."

Actually.

Judging from their appearance, they probably wouldn't be able to eat much.

In the afternoon, everyone secretly ate French copper as snacks, and everyone pretended to be blacksmithing to show that their hands and feet were clean.

The four-month pregnancy had already betrayed them!

Ning Zheng didn't care about them stealing food.

In the assembly line of a food factory, workers at least have enough to eat and can eat whatever they want. No matter how delicious the food is every day, they will vomit after eating it.

The money boys raised in the villa before also ate happily at first. They all wanted to stick their butts up and stuff their heads inside, and read a book www. uukanｓｓｎｔｔ After eating, they vomited, and these slaves had to press their heads to eat!

Ning Zheng felt good about them being like this.

If they eat magic copper like crazy, their nails will grow, and the raw materials for forging magic money will soon be available.

Ning Zheng was ready to go down the mountain after leaving the blacksmith shop. When he was a slave, he had a dream to get off work on time.

When I got home and finished eating, it was exactly seven o'clock, so I just kicked off the line through the air and that was it.

While going down the mountain, Ning Zheng saw several chefs cooking.

They held a large French copper pot and stirred constantly with a wooden stick.

Gululu~~

I don’t know what kind of paste is being cooked, but it keeps bubbling and steaming.

God of Cookery: [No, I'm really a little weak. My body is a little weak. I went to bed at four o'clock in the evening, and when I got up at seven o'clock in the morning, I feel dizzy until now. 】

Shao Chai Kun: [Do you have any experience in cooking? 】

God of Cookery: [No, this one was raised by takeaways. 】

Shao Chai Kun: [Then your name is the God of Cookery? Uh-huh, he just gave me a random name, and he even said he was a hotel chef. 】

God of Cookery: [Next, let’s put in No. 95 gasoline. 】

Shao Chai Kun: [The quantity is that big? 】

God of Cookery: [It’s easier for them. 】

Shao Chai Kun: [I don’t even dare to eat like that. 】

God of Cookery: [It’s for the villa anyway. 】

Shao Chaikun: [What if something happens to me after eating it? 】

God of Cookery: [Put it in the forging furnace, blow the suona, and it will be done by dozens of blacksmiths. 】

...

Ning Zheng looked at Silence and remembered that in addition to the bronze swords and knives she had forged before, there was indeed a bronze suona... She couldn't help but feel enlightened, and sighed as she continued down the mountain.

Most of these people are sick.