Urban Cultivation: I Was Dug Out Again

Now that his evil disciple Luo Qingyin has promised him a bunch of magic weapons and ghost weapons, Mo Lao Mo is in a dilemma.

He has a bunch of top-grade magic weapons, but he really doesn't have any junk magic weapons.

Just refine them~ What else can he do?

Now materials are a big problem, so Mo Lao Mo summoned all the seven elders.

"Uh~ Well, I can help you refine a magic weapon, but I don't have many materials. You are all aristocratic sects that have been passed down for hundreds or thousands of years. You must have all kinds of treasures. Bring them all out to me. Don't expect me to help you find them everywhere. I don't have the leisure to do that. Bring me everything you think is a treasure. I'll see if there is anything I can use."

"Yes, ancestor." When it comes to their own magic weapons, the ancestors of each family will not hide their private possessions. If the ancestor says that they don't have materials and don't want to refine them for themselves, that would be a big loss.

Only Bai Mei stared at Luo Qingyin and Mo Tian pitifully. Others have family support, but it doesn't.

Seeing Bai Mei like this, Mo Tian was upset.

"Okay, I'll go look for it later. I still buried some things over the past thousands of years, but the world has changed so much now that I don't know if they are still there. Come with me to look for them."

"Yes, ancestor." The seven elders of Tianmen replied respectfully.

They all knew that this old monster had lived for thousands of years. During this period, he buried himself countless times for fun and accumulated a lot of belongings. This time, in order to help them refine magic tools, he was going to find the coffin.

The next day, people from noble families kept coming to Tianmen with various materials and treasures.

Some of them were indeed materials for refining tools, but most of them were ancient crafts.

Mo Tian picked and chose for a while, especially when he found a lot of things he had used, which made Mo Tian very speechless. It seems that his resting place has been robbed a lot.

Yes, in ancient times, he could be dug out by tomb robbers several times, not to mention the modern society with such rapid development.

"Give me the Demon-Subduing Sword in your hand." Mo Tian asked Cang Yuanzi to give him his own black Demon-Subduing Sword.

This is a weapon made of thousand-year-old lightning-struck wood, which can be used as the main material of a magic weapon.

Mo Tianzhi needs to engrave some magic arrays on it to increase the lightning attribute attack power of this sword and reduce some of the true energy consumption, which are all very simple means.

"How much refined iron ore and refined copper ore are there in the warehouse?" Mo Tian asked No. 6.

"We have been collecting it, and now there should be more than 300 tons."

"Well, increase the collection efforts, and more than 300 tons are needed." To reach the level of a magic weapon, you need iron essence and copper mother. Refined iron and red copper cannot withstand true energy.

With such a large amount, Mo Lao Mo has to work hard for more than half a year to completely refine it. Thinking of this, he feels very upset.

It's a pity that only he can do this. If Luo Qingyin has reached the foundation building stage and can release true fire, then there will be a helper.

Oh~ refine~ what else can I do?

Mo Lao Mo fell into a boring day of refining weapons. When he was bored, he ran back to school to rest for a few days, read books, and go to class.

The relationship between Yanxia and other countries gradually calmed down after a period of time. Yanxia did not show an aggressive attitude, but no one dared to provoke Yanxia now.

Tianmen seemed to have fallen into silence, and there was no movement. The eight great masters of the transformation realm and the legendary mysterious ancestor seemed to be devoted to cultivation, regardless of the affairs of the mortal world.

The world's martial arts also rejuvenated with new vitality. The emergence of Tianmen and the performance of the century war made the whole world fall into the frenzy of martial arts practice.

Everyone fantasized that they could have the means to surpass mortals.

Boss Jiang of the United States is being chased by two innate masters at this moment. This is the innate who escaped alive in the battle of Tianmen.

There were originally five innates who came together, and now there are only two of them. Among the dead innates, there is also a middle-stage innate who is the senior brother of the two.

"Boss, you should leave quickly and go back to Yanxia. They dare not go to Yanxia now." Lao Wu was covered in blood. He was just an invisible force. He had done his best to take Jiang Tianqin to escape now.

"Then what are you going to do?" Jiang Tianqin asked in a panic.

"Haha, don't worry about me. If you had listened to me, you wouldn't have ended up like this. Are those legendary divine objects something that mortals like us can get our hands on?"

"And I said at the beginning that these people are evil cultivators, wandering in the dark world, and have no credibility. Forget it, there's no point in saying this now. Go quickly, don't get caught by them. If they want to catch you, just commit suicide, otherwise you'll be worse off than death."

Hearing Lao Wu's words, Jiang Tianqin was terrified. It was useless for him to regret it now. These people killed people without blinking an eye. He now realized that money is not omnipotent, especially in front of these strong people. He wanted to use money to control these people who could ignore it.The strong man of the rules is really a bit whimsical.

"Let's go, you saved my life, and now I'm giving it back to you." Lao Wu pushed Jiang Tianqin away, dripping with blood and turned into another alley.

Some people only know how to cherish after they lose it. Jiang Tianqin didn't know if he could escape this disaster, but he knew that Lao Wu was definitely gone. He was using his life to buy time for him to escape.

He was a decisive person. It was useless to think about it at this point, and then turned and entered the darkness behind him.

However, the time Lao Wu delayed was not enough for him to escape from the pursuit of the innate master.

"Haha, you can really run." A head was thrown at Jiang Tianqin's feet.

It was Lao Wu who died with his eyes open.

"I gave you money, why are you so aggressive?" He pointed a pistol in his hand and asked the two people sternly.

"Money? Haha, your little money can't even buy the lives of three innate masters."

"How much do you want? Just tell me the number and I can transfer it to you right away."

"We know you have money. If you transfer 10 billion to my brothers, we will let you go."

"Okay, but it will take a long time to mobilize such a huge amount of money. I need to sell part of my industry."

"No problem, we have plenty of time, but you have to follow us obediently and be under our control."

Hehe, as long as we control you and turn you into a zombie, won't everything you have belong to us? The two thought sinisterly.

Seeing the strange smiles on their faces, Jiang Tianqin knew it was not that simple. The two had never thought of letting him go. His life was just an ant that they could easily kill.

Now they are still negotiating with him, but they are just afraid that he will commit suicide and not get the property of the Jiang Group.

When Dark Heaven failed in the Tianmen battle, he had already anticipated the outcome of today. His other son had already been arranged to move, and part of his property was converted into gold for his son to take away.

"Haha~ You didn't want me to live at all." He immediately pointed the gun at his chin and pulled the trigger without hesitation. Lao Wu said that falling into the hands of these two people would only make life worse than death. In this case, let's end it.

At least his son can still survive.