The seventy-eighth chapter sells fireballs

What makes Xiao Hua most gratified is not to refine the fireballs of more than 300 top grades, but... the growth of his mana!

It is said that the mana in Xiao Hua is far stronger than the same level. But... his realm is only a second layer of refining. Of course, it is not enough to support the refining of more than 300 fireballs. Xiao Hua has not refined dozens of fireballs. After the character, the mana in the body is consumed, and it is unsustainable. You can only stop using the meditation method of 殇华冥 to adjust and restore mana! At the beginning, he didn't think so. In the end, after he exhausted the ink, he checked the mana in the body. This was only a night's refining, especially... the mana that grew more than the three days of pure cultivation. More!

“Ha ha ha~” Xiao Hua didn’t feel like laughing on his back: “The heavens are the most fair. Although the growth of the poor mana is slow, the growth of the realm is even more difficult. However, even if you can refine a fireball that can earn a stone, you can increase your mana. What can be complained about in the poor road?"

For a time, Xiao Hua feels comfortable, and feels that there is no more difficult thing in this world. Even if there is a big obstacle, there must be a road through the mountains.

"Hey, I refining Huang Fu for one night. At this time, I am afraid that it will be dawn. I don’t know if Fan Riguan is coming back. His mother-in-law...nothing!" Xiao Hua suddenly thought of Fan Riguan, very I am uneasy about giving myself a slap in the face!

After removing the ban in the house, Xiao Hua walked out of the room and came to the hall. On the head, he came across the second store that came to greet him. It was the one yesterday!

"I am so good, do you want to go out? It is already in the afternoon. If you want to stay in the old tonight, I am afraid that you must first hand over the Lingshi in the evening!" The shop’s second child’s tone remained the same, but it was a little less. Passion.

"After the afternoon?" Xiao Hua was awkward, looking at the sky, but the sun on the day was already south!

"Is Fan Yaguan coming back?" Xiao Hua asked immediately.

"Well, I know that Xian is not here, Fan Ge has not returned!"

"Yesterday is not to say that he will return today at noon?" Xiao Hua's heart is not good.

"This is a small one, I don't know!" The shop secretary replied respectfully.

"Oh, this way!" Xiao Hua wanted to ask where the family of Fan Riguan was. I thought about it. If Fan Nien’s mother took her life, it was the last night’s thing, even now. What is the use of finding his home?

Xiao Hua repented, took a storage bag, and handed the remaining nine pieces of Lingshi to the store, and said: "After the poor road, these lower spirits, wait a moment to come back, and deliver it on the cabinet!"

I know that the store is looking at the small 21, the face is showing a dilemma, and quickly waved: "Xian Chang Mo let the small embarrassment, you have to give ten pieces of Lingshi directly, so nine ... the cabinet is not allowed And... It’s still early in the evening, the room’s array will not change before dark, and the fairy will only come back before your immortality expires, and the ten pieces of Lingshi will be delivered! Well, actually, If there is nothing in the house, even if it is a failure in the immortal house, it is fine. Just come back in the evening and ask the shopkeeper to offer a new fairy charm!"

"Oh," Xiao Hua understood, nodded: "The poor road knows!"

Said, the Lingshi income storage bag, the head does not return is to go out! He did not have a Lingshi in the capsule yesterday. He had to choose four times. Today, he has already had 20 pieces of Zhongpin Lingshi. Where is it not accommodation? Why are you here? Moreover, he has long seen the slight change in the attitude of the store's second child, not shameful in his heart, too lazy to say more than half a word!

Waiting for the inn, Xiao Hua thought a little, not sure which Huangfu shop should go, thought for a while, and arranged a good excuse in the abdomen, this is the step to go straight to the Huangfu shop of the middle-aged monk And go.

It is said that this is the afternoon, when there is a guest, but when Xiao Hua enters the door, the shop is empty, only the boy who has the second layer of refining holds a thin book in his hand and concentrates on watching. When the boy heard the footsteps, he immediately raised his head and put away the booklet. He smiled and said: "Daoyou..." When he saw Xiaohua's face, he knew that it was yesterday, and he was more enthusiastic: "It turned out to be the road." Friends, I just visited the store yesterday. What are the needs today?"

Xiao Hua looked around and wondered: "I saw a lot of guests in your shop yesterday. At this time...how is it no one?"

"This..." The boy stared at Xiao Hua. He didn't know what he meant by this. After a while, his eyes turned and he smiled. "I am afraid that it is hot and sleepy, and I am at lunch break!"

"Lunch break?" Xiao Hua pinched his nose, knowing that the boy was perfunctory, nodded: "The Taoist said it is!"

The boy was a little impatient, and he said: "Daoyou... I bought a lot of technical materials yesterday. I am afraid that it will not be used for a long time. Come today, do you want to buy Huang Fu?"

When Xiao Hua saw this, he smiled and said: "There is a master in the Tuen Mun refining the Huang Fu, but it is not necessary to buy it!"

"Why is that friend coming?"

Xiao Hua’s eyes turned and said: “I don’t know if there is a refining method for Huang Fu in your store? You want to buy it for a poor road!”

"Is the law of refining Huang Fu?" The boy stunned, and then his face was disdainful. He replied: "Since the teacher of the Taoist division has been repaired as a deep-skilled teacher, Huang Fu, naturally has a refinement of Huang Fu. The law, why come to greedy me to refine the door? Is the Taoist friend in the past?"

The boy was young and Xiaohua was quite a lot. He was deeper and deeper than Xiao Hua. He had already looked down on Xiao Hua in his heart. At this time, listening to Xiao Hua’s thoughts, he was even more angry, and he had a more angry atmosphere.

"Hey, the poor road is just like a reference." Xiao Hua is not angry, smiled: "Is there still in your store?"

"How is it possible?" The boy was a little angry and ruined: "The method of refining Huang Fu is the inheritance of my refining door. How can it be sold in the store? You are here... is it in the south of the city? I was stimulated to come to my store to spend my time?"

"Easy set?" Xiao Hua stunned, said: "This is...what place?"

Not waiting for Xiao Hua to open, I heard the boy behind him, some people scolded: "Young seedlings, do you speak to the guests like this?"

When Xiao Hua looked up, it was the middle-aged monk who was somewhat unhappy and walked out from the inside!

"Brothers..." The boy turned his face and was very wronged: "This is awkward... I’m afraid it’s coming over!"

"Daoyou..." The middle-aged monk should have heard the conversation between the two, and went to the front of the hand: "I am in the shop of the refining door, this sale of the material of the yellow symbol and the system, there is no rule The law sells and sells, and there are no sales methods in all the shops in the city. If the Taoyou wants to find it, or go to the south of the city to try his luck, he can’t change the refinery of the charm. Law!"

"Character?" Xiao Hua's heart moved, and then there was a smile on his face: "Predecessors are angry, but the poor road is just a joke with the Taoist friends! Don't take it seriously!"

“Hmmm?” The middle-aged monk’s eyes flashed, his face remained the same, and his tone was faint. He asked: “That...Do you have a visit to the store again? Why?”

Xiao Hua smiled and said: "There is nothing, there are two things to discuss with the predecessors!"

"What two things?" The middle-aged monk was a bit strange.

Xiao Hua took a storage bag and took out the pen from the inside. He handed it over and smiled. "This pen... The younger generation used it last night, but... forget it, the younger generation is not afraid of ugliness in front of the predecessors. Yesterday, I bought some fumes from refining fireballs from your store. I had nothing to do last night. I asked the elders in my division to point out the refining method. It was a poor refining system for a long time, and it was not refined into one. ......"

Xiao Hua’s words have not been finished yet. The boy next to him is laughing and screaming, covering his mouth, almost bent down!

"Young seedlings!" The middle-aged monk was not surprised. He only screamed coldly: "Do you have any face to laugh at people? You have no courage to refine the system!"

Later, Xiao Hua said to Xiao Hua, who was stunned by his face: "Don't be surprised, in fact... there is nothing to be embarrassed about the Tao. The fireball is a low-order yellow character. After all, it is also a real attack. It is not a message. These auxiliary yellow characters are comparable, the Taoist repair is ... or shallow, can have courage to refine, not afraid of failure is already courage!"

"Cough, the teacher in the door is also like this, so..." Xiao Hua looked at the pen in his hand and said: "This pen...the younger is not used, you see... can you? Returned to the predecessor?"

"This..." The middle-aged monk did not expect that Xiao Hua actually came to retreat from the pen. He did not hesitate: "In fact, although this pen is the next product, it is also my refined refining, and the Tao may wish to stay first. After waiting for a few years, the cultivation has grown and it is not too late!"

“Predecessor~” Xiao Hua pleaded: “This pen is... I’m afraid that it’s not available for the younger generation for more than a decade. The fuji and Fumo’s younger generations don’t say it, and it’s not worth a lot of Lingshi. Other brothers can also use it. However, this pen...there are all the brothers, wait for the younger generation... After the repair is deep, and then come to your store to buy the top pen, how do you see it?"

"You are so unreasonable!" The boy next to him screamed: "If you don't have enough, don't be okay. If you buy it, you can't use it yourself, but you still want to return it. How do you like this big disciple? overbearing?"

"Young seedlings~" middle-aged monks couldn't help but yell: "You shut me up!"

Then Xiaohua lost a smile: "Daoyou... If the pen is useless, it can be returned. But since you have already used it, the store can't do anything!"

"Oh? If this is the case..." Xiao Hua shook his head. "If this is the case, then...the younger generation has nothing to say, hey, I wanted to say good things to your store! Stop here!"

"Well?" The middle-aged man's eyes frowned and asked: "I don't know the friend... The second thing I just mentioned is...?"

Xiao Hua turned the pen in his hand slightly and smiled: "The first thing has not been done yet, of course there is no second thing!"

Looking at Xiao Hua's almost rogue look, the middle-aged monk smirked at the corner of his mouth and took the pen. He took a closer look and nodded: "The Taoist said that it is only twenty strokes!" It is also new!"

This "new" bite is very heavy!

Xiao Hua’s face was awkward, but a smile was revealed.

"Since...the friend wants to retire, the poor road is also a full friend!" The middle-aged monk has some helplessness: "However, the new pen is to be fifty pieces of the lower stone, and the shop must retreat. Can only be returned to the Taoist 30!"

"Ah? How? So little?" Xiaohua’s face was unhappy, and one finger said: "Isn’t the predecessor also said it? This pen has only been used twenty times, and it is... very new!"

"Daoyou, this pen does not say that it has been used 20 times. Even if it has been used once, the power of the Taoist friend has already contaminated this pen. You said that if you are a friend... would you still buy this pen? "The middle-aged monk smiled and said.

"This..." Xiaohua had some hesitation on his face. He thought for a while and said, "Would you like to do this, the predecessors will spare ten more seniors?"

"You...dao friends...you can't get a ruler. If the friend doesn't agree, this pen also asks the friend to take it back!" The middle-aged monk's face changed slightly.

"Cough, forget it, forget it, since the predecessors said this, then according to the predecessors!" Xiao Hua saw, quickly waved his hand, immediately put his hand behind the back, a pair of you are to give me the pen, I will not pick it up!

"哼~" The middle-aged monk snorted from the nose and threw the pen to the boy. He said: "Young seedlings, this is a signature for the brothers. When you later, you can remember Good brother!"

"Yes, brother!" The boy was happy to take over, but the words of the middle-aged monk immediately made him cry immediately: "These thirty lower spirits are deducted from your money!"

Later, the middle-aged man said: "I don't know the second friend... What is the good thing?"

“嘻嘻” Xiao Hua smiled; “The predecessors said yesterday, if the younger generation has the top grade, you can buy it at the price of a medium-sized stone!”

The middle-aged monk brows slightly and corrects: "It is a fortune stone of forty to eighty, not a piece of Chinese stone!"

Then, I didn’t take it for granted: "Is it difficult to be a good friend?"

"Exactly!" Xiao Hua proudly said: "Yesterday's elders pointed out the cultivation of the younger generation, refining some of the top grade fireballs, do not know the seniors are interested in buying?"

"This..." When I heard Xiaohua's words, the middle-aged monk who thought that there was something good was suddenly deflated, but not, a fireball was worth 50 to 100 pieces in his shop. And he bought from Xiao Hua, that is, forty to eighty pieces of the next product, he can only earn the difference between the top ten and twenty pieces of the lower stone, which can be considered a good thing. child?

The middle-aged monk originally wanted to refuse, but I thought about the pen that was returned by the people. I also said that I could buy it in the store yesterday. I had to say that I couldn’t help but say: "Daoyou, and take the fireballs of the refining of your teacher." Look... the poor road is the first thing to say, if it’s not the top fireball... Oh, the number is too small, the poor road... there is no interest!”