How can a super obedient daughter-in-law be the devil?

The exchange meeting where many sects gathered was really good. Tan Jiayong bought a lot of things with Zhanyin, and even some materials were not even reserved by the Artifact Sect, so he bought a lot here.

Moreover, he also heard that there will be a small auction for Nascent Soul monks after the exchange meeting, and he heard that there will be a strange fire.

Tan Jiayong was a little tempted, but counting his wallet... Well, I guess there is still a little distance from buying a strange fire.

When he came back, he happened to see that several shops of the same door were selling in full swing, and he was suddenly moved.

Calculating the time, there is still one and a half days before the competition starts, and he still has time to refine something and sell it for money.

"Xiao Yin, do you have anything else to buy?"

Looking at his expression, Zhan Yin couldn't guess what his brother was thinking?He smiled and said, "No, brother, do you want to sell magic weapons? I'll collect the money for you!"

Hearing what he said, Tan Jiayong nodded, "Okay."

The shop next to Yun Teng was still empty, and the other monks seemed to have consciously reserved a place for him.

After looking around, everything is still complete, as long as the things are placed on the booth, the store can be opened.

Tan Jiayong was about to go out to rent a spiritual stove for use, when Bai Li walked out from the side and threw a stove to him.

Looking down, isn't it the same furnace he used himself?

Tan Jiayong was puzzled, "Don't you use it yourself?"

Baili curled her lips, "I don't want to refine the materials that I don't want to." Thinking of something, he said, "I borrowed it from you. I want to watch you refine the weapon."

Obviously, he was still brooding about his inability to use the Art of Refining.

Tan Jiayong thought about it for a while, he really didn't lose anything about this matter, and he never shy away from other people's watching when he was refining weapons.

So he nodded, "Okay."

The stove is borrowed, and then only the refining materials are needed.

Tan Jiayong wrote a few large characters and posted it directly on the door, "Refining the best magic weapon, prepare your own materials."

As soon as this sign came out, the monks around immediately exploded.

The highest-quality magic weapon is rare, and it is not easy for Ren Shanshui, who specializes in taking over the task, to get one.

Originally, it was already very surprising that someone sold a few pieces this year, but now someone directly listed the brand of refining the best magic weapon...

"This...isn't it a liar?"

"Probably not. This is the shop of the Artifact Refining Sect. And have you found out, this shop has just opened."

"What happened just now?" Someone asked in confusion.

"Have you noticed that these shops have the best locations on the entire street. But in the morning, when all the other shops were open, this one was still closed. What do you think this means?"

"What do you mean?"

"It means that this shop already has an owner." Even if the person didn't open the shop, no one would occupy that position, which is a manifestation of strength.

Hearing what the man said, everyone was immediately moved.

One by one scrambling to enter the store...to watch the fun.

The income of foundation-building monks is limited, and those who have money are saving to buy finished magic weapons.

After all, no matter whether it is an alchemist or a weapon refiner, no one can guarantee the finished product [-]%.With those materials, it's better to sell them and exchange them for spirit stones.

As a result, many people came in to watch the fun, but there were no people who took out the materials to refine it for a long time.

This is... a bit embarrassing.

Tan Jiayong thought for a while, then went out, and added, "The new store is open, and the top three will burn formation patterns for free."

Now, the whole street exploded.Paper cranes flew out one after another, some asked if there were any materials collected from the same door to be refined, some asked acquaintances if they had any materials to borrow, and even those who had money went directly to the material shop to buy materials...

The shop quickly welcomed the first customer.

It was a man in a blue gown, with a handsome face but not oppressive, with a gentle and restrained temperament.

Tan Jiayong took the materials, looked at them and asked, "What do you want to practice?" Speaking of which, it was the first time for him to accept this kind of custom order. Before, he just took the task and completed it, without any technical content.

Just as he was sharpening his sword and preparing to show off his talents, he heard the monk in green say, "Please help me make a sword embryo."

Tan Jiayong: "..." I suspect that you are here to tear things apart.

Seeing Tan Jiayong's unfriendly expression, the young man rubbed his nose, and said in a slightly embarrassed tone, "Oh, sorry, I'm not here to disrupt the stage. Because the alchemy is about to form, I want to prepare the natal sword in advance..."

Tan Jiayong immediately understood that after the cultivator formed the alchemy, he could start preparing the talisman.

The natal magic weapon and the monk are closely related and complement each other. Naturally, such a magic weapon is best made by the master himself.

However, there are only a small number of monks who can refine magic weapons, so it is not easy to refine a good magic weapon.

So many people choose to let others help refine the semi-finished product, and finally finish it by themselves, which can also reduce the running-in period.

Especially swordsmen, most of them are not suitable for refining, and many of them are semi-finished products made by familiar refining masters.

Tan Jiayong looked at the contents of the storage bag, they were all very rare ores and materials.

Tan Jiayong frowned, "I only know how to refine magic tools, but I can't make magic weapons. Friends of Taoism, please find another master!"

It is precisely because he knows the importance of the natal magic weapon that Tan Jiayong dare not take it over at will.

Unexpectedly, the young man smiled and said, "Even if Tan Daoyou does it, I still understand the rules of the craftsman. No matter what the result is, I can accept it."

Tan Jiayong took a deep look at him.

This person pointed out his surname, which meant that he was not completely ignorant of him, even many people in his sect did not know him, yet this person actually knew his name.

I have to say, it is indeed well-informed.

That being the case, then this person should also know that he has never refined a magic weapon.

But why did he ask him to help refine such an important magic weapon?

Tan Jiayong thought for a while, and finally attributed the result to Jian Yu.Since it is only a semi-finished product, it means that it can be processed in the later stage, even if it is refined and scrapped, it is nothing.

Therefore, Tan Jiayong no longer struggled.Now that everyone has said that, then he will go all out.

Tan Jiayong was still a little excited when he hadn't smelted for several days. He put the materials into the furnace one by one and smelted them. When they were almost burnt, he pulled them out and hammered them with a hammer. For a while, he could only hear the sound of iron hammering in the shop. .

From the first time the hammer fell on the ore, Baili, who had been standing aside with her shoulders crossed, straightened up immediately.

Only those who have practiced the Art of Refining will know what kind of pain the person who forged the hammer endured when the hammer fell, and how much mental power is needed to control every movement of his own.

Baili thinks he is a person who is not afraid of hardships, but when faced with the Art of Refining, he also has to fail.

Just like what his master said, there are tens of thousands of people who want to practice, but none of them can become a monk.

Some things really need to pay attention to talent.

Watching the young man fall down with a hammer, not only did he not see any pain and strain on his face, but it was full of excitement.

Baili finally realized the meaning of his master's earnest words.

It turns out that some things really need talent.

The sword embryo took shape faster than everyone expected. When Tan Jiayong put the sword embryo in a wooden box and handed it to the young monk, no one had reacted yet.

Zhan Yin had already said with a smile, "One thousand spirit stones, thanks for your patronage."

1000 Yuan Lingshi, with this money, you can buy a good high-level magic weapon directly in the shop.

But now, with so much money, this person just asked someone to refine a semi-finished product, and all the people around who were still ready to move shrank back.

However, the young man who everyone felt was at a disadvantage happily paid the money and thanked the shopkeeper before carefully leaving with the sword embryo in his arms.

Even Tan Jiayong was a little unbelievable, and began to wonder if this man was a senior who thought his business was too bad and asked him to do so.

Sure enough, I heard someone whisper, "This...isn't it someone who hired someone to act?"

As a result, that person was immediately covered by the person next to him, "You idiot, that's Mr. Green Bamboo, how can you act for others!"

When the person who spoke first heard this, he was taken aback, "Ah, is that Mr. Qingzhu?"

When Tan Jiayong heard this, he also raised his eyebrows. He really didn't expect that the person just now was the Green Bamboo Young Master selected by the favorite to win the championship.

No wonder he feels that the man's aura is very stable, and he looks like a master... Well, ignoring the premise that he looks at the sword like a lover...

In general, the first order of business was finally completed. Tan Jiayong thought for a while and said, "Because the first order of fellow daoists did not request to burn the pattern, the quota is still valid, and there are three more."

In the next moment, a group of people shouted, "My, my, my fellow Taoist, look at me!"

Zhan Yin smiled, and pointed to three of them, "These three fellow daoists came first, and the others please line up."

Immediately, a group of people yelled, "Shopkeeper, if I add more money, can't I be more flexible!"

"Yes, yes, I will add money too, let's give another place!"

"I pay double! Fellow Daoists help me refine one!"

"I... can I burn the pattern with light?"

"Fellow Daoist, can't you refine middle and high-level magic weapons?"

A group of people chattered and chattered non-stop, until Tan Jiayong's head hurt from the noise. The hammer hit the cutting board with a bang, and Tan Jiayong's face darkened, "Line up and come one by one!"

Strange to say, when his hammer hit the ore, no matter how close everyone was, they would only feel that the sound was a little noisy and the aura a little scary, and more people would not feel it.

But just now, everyone had the illusion that the heavy hammer fell on their hearts.

Many people felt the qi and blood rolling, if they hadn't been suppressed in time, they would have spit out a mouthful of old blood.

In an instant, the whole shop fell silent, and expressions of horror appeared on the faces of many people.

Time seemed to stand still, and no one dared to vent their anger.

The effect of a hammer was much better than Tan Jiayong expected. Seeing that everyone was so quiet suddenly, he was shocked.

However, it is a good thing not to make noise.

…perhaps?