Chapter 216 Brain burst

The fire-eye metal in the desert, the fire-eye metal in the magma with the power of lightning, and the flame metal in the sea... Looking at the different types of flame-type metals on the table, no wonder whether it is the notes of the ancestors of the Gan family or the textbooks of the college, it is said that powerful warriors are monsters that devour money. The total price of the few metals on this table has exceeded the market price of 20 million gold coins!

Just the material is just at this price. If a soul soldier is really forged and is suitable for a warrior who is one less than a saint, 20 million yuan? That is just the lowest price. If you really want to buy it, it is lucky to buy it for 40 million yuan.

"How is it? When will it start forging? What other tools are needed? I'll do it for you! If anyone doesn't sell it, it's just snatch it! I'll snatch it too!"

Looking at Fabrady's frenzied eyes, he discovered for the first time that this city guardian, who had always been calm and atmospheric, was so out of control today. How could the soul soldiers say that they could forge it?

"Uncle, I'm a forging master, but I still don't know what a soul soldier is. How do you ask me to forge it for you?" Shen Jin shrugged: "I always have to have a general impression, and then make some ordinary metal, simulate forging a few times, and practice your hands?"

Fabrady slammed his forehead repeatedly: "You are right, I'm too anxious. Why don't we go to Yongliu City immediately? There will be an auction meeting every month, and we should be able to buy the notes we need."

"Don't hurry, don't hurry, this is the beginning of the month." Dan Jin shook his head slightly, and secretly calculated in his heart whether the slashing saber in his hand was built when he first became a forge. Now his forging ability has been greatly improved compared to more than two years ago. He is already a forging master. At that time, he will see if there is any good metal at the auction. I will buy it to improve the texture of the saberer.

Driving and looking at the three men of Fentu Kuangge who accompanied him to commit crimes and murder not long ago, the Bu Er gun, Duan Feng Bu Er, had to be completely re-forged, otherwise the Bu Er gun had the ability to conduct fighting energy on both ends, and if they encountered weapons that were fighting soldiers, they would not take advantage of them at all.

Fentu Kuangge and Chek Folite didn’t even fight. If there were really rare metals sold at the auction, try to buy them all!

Buy them all? I looked at the metal on the table again. Although there were not necessarily such expensive metals at the auction, even the rare metals were very expensive. The 500 gold bars I got from the demon last time would be enough for food and drink to spend my life, but if I buy rare metals...

For the first time, Dangjin discovered that the value of 50,000 gold coins is really nothing in front of rare metals. At least the metals on the table in front of you are not enough to buy a small cent. You must find a way to earn more gold coins.

"Auction Conference...Auction Conference..." Driving fingers hit the tabletop repeatedly: "If you can buy, you can sell it naturally... Should I sell something? Fighting soldiers? Potions? Or do I just make a handful of primary magic fighters with inscriptions and sell them?"

In the quiet hall, everyone was shocked by listening to the motivated and whispering themselves. Fabradis even asked, "What did you say just now?"

"Oh." I came to my senses: "I was thinking about whether I would make something before the auction, and I would sell something and earn some money, and then improve my equipment."

"You just said, mysterious potion? And the primary magic fighter with inscriptions?" Fabradys felt that the shock of this life was consumed by the energy in front of him.

The three great masters of the War Hall have never seen anything? Fabrady once thought that even if the contemporary great demon king appeared in front of him wearing the War World Demon Armor and carrying the World Destroying Demon Spear, his mentality would be as calm as water, but he did not expect that he would be shocked by a few words and almost jumped up.

Mysterious potion? It is called the mysterious potion that only madmen can study? Inscriptions! It is also a subject that can make people crazy. Listen to the moaning voice of motivation, as if he also knows something about this thing? Potions, mysterious potion, forging, inscriptions, warriors...what does he want to do?

"Inscription Apprentice, Mysterious Potion Apprentice." Dangjin smiled: "I am still in a situation where I have not started in these two disciplines."

Fabrady was just silent. Whether it was inscriptions or mysterious potions, it required extremely high talent. Memory alone was enough to block countless people out of the door, even if it was just an apprentice, it was a very amazing thing.

"Buer, I'll write a list. You can buy it according to the materials on it. How much can you buy?" He grabbed the quill on the table, dipped it in the ink, and quickly wrote on the paper: "It doesn't matter what you can't buy. Buy all the money you can buy. You can use this gold bar first."

Five hundred bright gold bars piled up with long tables, and Fabradis's heart was thrilled. These were gold bars worth tens of thousands of gold coins. Where did this kid get so much money?

"Haha! My Bu Er gun seems to have a chance to improve it." Duan Feng Bu Er packed up his gold bars and looked up at the other two: "I said, don't you come to help?"

Three people, five hundred gold bars, were all put into the carriage.

Fabrady looked at the three people leaving, and his eyelids jumped uncontrollably. It seemed that these three people really wanted to scan the shops in Auckland City.

Fifty thousand gold coins! Fortunately, there are two blood warriors, and the other one is also a demon-subduing warrior. Otherwise, in this Auckland city, it would not necessarily shock those who have bad intentions when they see gold coins.

He turned around the hall and looked around: "Uncle, can you prepare a room for me that no one should disturb me?"

"No problem!" Fabradis turned and walked towards the back door of the hall: "I have a basement here, and the only entrance to that room is my room. If you are there, if you want to disturb you, you must kill me first."

I grabbed an apple on the table and nibbled it, thinking it was really safe! In Oakland? I can’t find someone who can kill myself except Fabrady. I want to find someone who killed Fabrady? Is that possible?

The basement of Fabradys is one hundred meters long and wide, and is built at a depth of more than twenty meters underground. The height of the basement is more than four meters, and various supporting training equipment are also very complete.

It can be seen that this is the place where Fabrady's secret cultivation is held on weekdays.

I am so motivated to close the door and check out what is there. No matter how comprehensive the supporting equipment is, it is absolutely impossible to compare with the place in the Endless World. With countless monsters on the West Mountain, is there any better training method in this world than actual combat?

He vigorously opened the fighting world and took out the hat leading to the endless world. He did not close the fighting world immediately, but carefully observed the situation of the fighting world. In the past, it was only ten cubic meters in size, but now it is as big as this basement and the height is 100 meters.

The huge space can accommodate more items, but unfortunately it is still only a space that can fill dead objects. Live objects may die immediately when they enter them.

"Not bad, I entered the battle to subdue the demons, and the fighting world was so much bigger..."

Fabrady almost fell down when he left. He looked back at the thick door panel and shook his head gently. The battle of subduing the demons? The fighting speed of ten thousand revolutions and the quality of the fighting spirit is extremely high. However, the length of the fighting spirit is not enough. Strictly speaking, the motivation now should be that an outsider seems to be a warrior who fights the demons, but in fact he is a warrior who is comparable to the five battles of subduing the demons.

"Five Battles of the Fabric Subduing the Demons..." Fabric said: "That's right, this kid is just a five Battles of the Fabric Subduing the Demons with insufficient fighting spirit. If anyone treats him as a duel in the Demons, it's a death. I really don't know how he can practice it."

"Hey! I'm going to practice again..." Dangjin sighed and muttered to himself. The voice did not come out of the door panel. He looked for a bed with a magic hat in his hand, and lay down and went to sleep!

In the black space, there were some light spots gradually, and then there were the familiar villages and the familiar smoke from cooking.

When he stepped into the yard, he was shocked and there was a person standing towards him! It can almost be said that Uncle Black stood almost veneer, much closer than he was to the front.

The wrinkled old face was "carved" with endless vicissitudes, and the hazy eyes turned gently: "After becoming a forging master, I have mastered the basic forging techniques. The first thing I need to learn is not forging techniques, but reading books. Understand what is a blacksmith..."

There is a kind of idea that if an uncle says the order in the opposite direction, generally speaking, he should first learn the most basic knowledge from books, understand the rules of an industry, and then learn the skills of using them from books. Now he has forged a master...

Alas! Forget it! I don’t want to think anymore. In front of blacksmiths of Uncle Black’s level, the forging master really feels like a child.

"This month, you don't need to make a fuss, you're reading books every day." Black said, returning to the corner behind the door and smoking a pipe: "Before reading, go to Olara to get some memory potion, which will be helpful to you."

"Memory Potion?" was stunned.

Black looked up and said, "Why do you think books that are so thick in pharmacy can remember them after reading them? Your memory is good, but it hasn't been so good yet?"

Driving in his mind, the scene of Olala when she was taking medicine was flipped, and layers of touch came to his heart. The Olala, who seemed to be taking medicine like a murder, turned out to be secretly helping him.

He turned around and went straight to Olala's potency room. He had a sexy hair and a sexy figure but liked to wear a wide robe to look at the wall clock: "It's so early today? I haven't had time to set a trap."

Trap? I was so excited that I was so angry that I learned a lot of strange traps here: "Uncle asked me to ask for some memory potions..."

"Memory Potion?" Olala tied a quill into her hair, reached out and grabbed her vigorous wrist and went straight to the room: "When the memory potion is coming, I want to see how it works now."

Effect? ​​Follow Olala in a daze and walked along the way. He thought to himself that the memory potion was very effective. Before leaving here, drink the memory potion and go to the pharmacy. As long as you read it, you will definitely be able to remember it clearly.

Olala was busy in front of a pile of test tubes for a few minutes, and made a bottle of blue potion that she wanted to vomit when she smelled: "Come on, drink it and I'll see the effect."

"This... won't kill anyone, right?" He stinged his teeth and poured the potion into his throat.

One minute...two minutes...ten minutes...

Dangjin and Olala stared at each other for more than ten minutes. Apart from the sound of flames burning, there was only the sound of the potion being gurgling.

"Do you have a headache?" Orala pushed the circle glasses on the bridge of her nose: "Or where is the body hurting?"

He was afraid that he would not be serious enough to make the mysterious pharmacist hold a grudge. He stroked his whole body seriously, and finally shook his head blankly: "It doesn't hurt at all."

"Then..." Orala asked seriously, "Are you excited and want to jump around?"

Driving and secretly wondered what mysterious potion was he drinking? First, he asked about pain, and then he asked about excitement. Can normal people be excited after drinking the strange potion of the mysterious pharmacist? It is true that they are so scared.

"Well! It seems that the medicine is effective." Olala straightened her back and slapped her palm against her back and said relaxed: "I just gave you a potion to test memory potion. You have been drinking the potion for about two years. Memory should have been completely reversed with the stimulation of the potion. Even if you don't drink the potion, it will be five times the memory of two years ago."

"Then was testing it just now?"

"Of course, you have to test it." Olala rummaged through the cabinet and found a large bottle of memory potion: "If you have a headache, it means that your memory has not increased five times. You can calculate the growth rate of memory according to the degree of pain. If you are excited, it means that your memory has increased more than five times..."

“What if it didn’t grow at all?”

Olala glanced at it vigorously and looked at the ground again: "Then you are rolling on the ground with your head in your arms, it hurts all day..."

The throat was squirming up and down. The mysterious pharmacist said that it would hurt for a day, but it would definitely hurt for a day. Fortunately, my memory has really grown five times! But...if...

"What if my memory declines?" Driving exerted his curious spirit of asking questions.

"If you retreat..." Orala picked up an iron stick next to her hand and smashed it hard at the fruit grafted from spicy tomatoes and three poisonous watermelons on the table!

On the table, there was a pile of sticky, red pulp paste, and the grafted fruit was smashed and burst. Olala threw away the iron stick in her hand, and didn't even look at the mucus on the table, and said lightly: "It's going to be like this."

He stared at the mucus on the table in a daze and couldn't speak. Lian Lian smiled helplessly. Not long ago, he was so scared that Fabrady was surprised. As a result, he entered the endless world. Any resident in the village could scare him.

"Every time I drink such a small bottle, if I drink too much for the sake of saving trouble." Olala glanced at the mud-like fruit on the table again: "Your head will still turn into that."

I feel energetic and my heart is tight. When I drink medicine, I must pay attention to the dosage. After Xishan woke up from the injury, my body was not broken, but there were still scar marks left. If I drink too much this thing, my head would explode inside. I really can't guarantee whether the head outside would still be left.

I returned to the blacksmith shop again, and took the medicine and plunged into the thatched hut full of bookshelf, grabbed a note and started reading it.

These notes are different from the books of the collection of herbs learned by pharmacy. The collection of herbs can be remembered by remembering the effects and appearances, but forged notes must be understood, and you must understand every page and every word. The weight of the lower hammer at each position, why do you need to lower the hammer like this? If the hammer is heavy or light, what kind of changes will it bring to the equipment?

After reading for two hours, I had not finished reading a single note in my hand. I looked around the bookshelf and drank memory potion to have such memory. I was still so slow. If I wanted to read it all, wouldn’t my beard turn white? When would I find notes about Soul Soldiers?

"Uncle..." He was so determined to get out of the cottage: "I want to read books on the Soul Soldiers. I wonder if I can read the Soul Soldiers information now?"

Uncle Black put down the cigarette pouch in his hand and looked at it quietly and quietly. Curious light flashed in his turbid eyes, and there was only the sound of fire burning in the yard.

The enthusiasm is staring at the feeling of being furious, isn't it qualified to be a soul soldier? Didn't Uncle Fabradys say that the forging master can make soul soldiers?

"The second row of bookshelf, at the bottom, at the far left." Blake knocked on the ground with his cigarette pledge, poured out the burned tobacco on the ground, and whispered to himself: "Enter the holy?"

"By the way!" He was so energetic that he returned to the hut, turned around and went out of the door and entered the yard: "Uncle, that iron breathing method..."

"Concentrate on reading." Black put the cigarette puddle in front of the stove and lit a new pot of tobacco. As his mouth clattered, the tobacco burned sizzling.

"oh……"

I turned around and returned to the thatched hut. Uncle Black had never harmed me. Many of the strength and ability that I had today came from this silent uncle. Since the uncle didn't want to say it, I'll ask again next time.

Find "The Essential Skills of Soul Soldiers" in the bookshelf. Open the first page with enthusiasm. It is the definition of Uncle Black's soul soldiers: the key to entering the holy, the fighting spirit has souls, and the weapons also have souls.

The simple words are full of imposing momentum, making people look like facing an endless ocean, and the momentum is coming.

I turned the first page and looked at some introductions about the soul soldiers. I realized that there were too many soul soldiers than fighting soldiers. Even if a warrior without souls, if he held the soul soldiers and met a stronger warrior, he would have a chance to win over the level.
Chapter completed!