These players are more cunning than cunning

Chapter 249 Ring Grandpa: What are you doing?
Low-level occupation book, sold for 700 magic coins.

The price of the intermediate professional book has not increased at all and is still the original price of 5000 magic coins.

It was obvious that Jiucairong gave those masters certain preferential policies according to the old steward's instructions.

At cost price, we will first push the skills of top professionals up.

Dao Jiujiu didn't hesitate and directly picked a mid-level summoning card.

It contains product information:

[He was a high-level blacksmith in his lifetime, the first level of the four internal organs, with a lifespan of 3,210 years. He was good at forging sword-like magical instruments for fire and water monsters.]

This high-level blacksmith who was able to forge Sanyuan realm weapons had barely entered the Sizang realm during his lifetime.

It is estimated that he forced himself to enter the realm by taking drugs when he had reached the perfect level of the Five Body Realm, and then the side effects broke out and he could no longer improve.

But it is as it should be.

The level of a secondary profession will not be too high, because all your energy is focused on your own field.

Of course, they actually lived longer than their contemporaries!

Because of the combat profession, you will make a lot of money to support them.

So what if their realm is low?

Replace their internal organs and magical instruments, so that they can live to the 800-year limit for the Five-Body Realm and the 8000-year limit for the Four-Organ Realm.

What kind of number is eight thousand years?
Even this three thousand year old Fourth Organ Realm cultivator in front of him has lived longer than most of the great cultivators in the Three Origin Realm.

Because those great monks in the Three Yuan Realm have to fight, kill, and take risks outside for their families.

How can one walk along the river without getting his shoes wet?
Few of them died of natural causes.

Even some unlucky Sanyuan realm cultivators and super geniuses may break through the Sanyuan realm at the age of two or three hundred, but they may not be able to live for 800 years.

He is no match for a mere deputy-level monk at the fifth physical realm.

This is hilarious.

Therefore, it is very foolish to determine success or failure based on one’s state of mind.

This world is not a game world. Just because you have a high level of cultivation doesn’t mean you are absolutely excellent or powerful.

"Boss, how do you choose a mid-level experience book?"

"Yeah, you got past the lower levels?"

People around were puzzled.

Dao Jiujiu shook his head: "I think I am already a low-level blacksmith. I don't need to complete it. I can just start working on the mid-level and save some money."

After all, according to current calculations.

Using the spirit-calling tablets is extremely costly and will leave you mentally confused afterwards.

There is a high probability that you will have to use up a resurrection, so it is better to jump directly to the intermediate profession.

Besides, it’s only five thousand French francs.

This is going to cost him his life!

He got the money by taking out a loan.

Dao Jiujiu burned some incense and offered sacrifices, then began to pray to the gods.

In the distance, a group of blacksmiths were watching secretly.

Dao Jiujiu shuddered all over, as if he was possessed by something, as if he was possessed by the fellow villagers when he was in bloom.

After all, they are essentially the same.

"Hahahaha, this old man is finally free!"

A heroic and fiery voice came: "Young man, you invited me to your body? If you offer me good food and drink, I can help you."

Because the opponent has superb skills, the collected turbid air and residual souls are relatively complete, and these residual souls still have relatively sound consciousness.

The other party seemed to know his situation and was being summoned by a god.

He also realized that he was dead.

After all, he is the real remnant of the soul, not an empty bubble with logical flaws.

Moreover, these residual souls will gradually disappear, so the general period of use of summoning spirit tablets will not exceed ten years after they are made.

Dao Jiujiu took a deep breath and found that his consciousness was not occupied.

I heard that those combat-oriented monks who summon gods do the same, except they ask their ancestors to possess them and bless them with great power.

Not absorbing memories does not mean forgetting who you are.

It is said that the techniques for summoning gods in certain holy places are even more exaggerated, and their "gods" will never run out.

They accumulated power bit by bit, and summoned the famous giant spirits, door gods, and heavenly generals in history, and their fighting power was exaggerated.

Of course, excessive use of the deity will also lead to assimilation.

"Senior." Dao Jiujiu felt his consciousness was a little fuzzy. Many scenes and forging proficiency were pouring into his mind frantically.

"Call me Master Zhang, let me control your body, and I'll teach you how to forge iron."

"You are absorbing my memories, and I won't live much longer. This life doesn't matter."

Mr. Zhang has a hot temper and is quite open-minded:

"I haven't forged iron for a long time. I want to do some forging before I die."

"Don't worry, don't worry about me controlling you. The sign will protect you."

Normally, he observes inside the body like an old grandfather, but he can also let the other person control the body.

Dao Jiujiu also relaxed his mind and handed over control of his body.

Boss Zhang laughed and looked at a young blacksmith next to him: "Tell me where your blacksmith shop is." The blacksmith pointed to the distance.

Boss Zhang strode in, pushed open the door of the blacksmith shop, and suddenly fell silent.

In the blacksmith shop.

A group of people were busy forging iron, and the sound of clanging clanging could be heard.

There were a few enchanters also watching, and the furnace in the distance seemed to be queuing up for a diving sport.

thump.

Golden sparks flew everywhere.

"Well done."

“Freestyle.”

"Where are the tongs? Pick them up."

"While it's hot."

A group of people were laughing and talking.

???

Before he died, Mr. Zhang wanted to satisfy his desire by hitting someone with a hammer. He picked up the hammer but froze at the door.

Did I have hallucinations before I died?
very scary.

The blacksmiths in the blacksmith shops also noticed each other and looked over in unison. They thought something was wrong and quickly put on stiff and stupid kind smiles to show their friendliness.

Faced with the gazes and smiles from all directions of the blacksmith shop, Mr. Zhang suddenly became even more frightened.

"Sir, you've taken the wrong path."

At this time, Jiucai Rong hurried over and pointed to the abandoned Xiajiu Blacksmith Shop in the distance and said, "This is not the blacksmith shop, that is it."

Mr. Zhang remained silent, watching the iron being forged inside, feeling that the other party was deceiving him.

"You go out first."

Mr. Zhang was quickly pushed out of the door, which closed behind him with a bang.

Then, the blacksmith in the smithy also received the news.

"Brothers, hurry through the secret passage and go to the old blacksmith shop next door."

"Yes, let's go to the blacksmith shop next door and pretend that we are normal people."

"Fortunately, the blacksmith shop is not abandoned. The Zhang family blacksmith used to work there."

"That idiot just now, why did he just say we are here? Can't he let people wait for a while?"

"That's right, we were all seen."

"Everyone, go to the blacksmith shop next door and show some enthusiasm."

A group of them rushed down the underground secret passage and ran madly to the next door.

As for Mr. Zhang, Jiucairong was used to delay his time and introduced the situation of the villa, the forging experience, the number of blacksmiths, and what they were good at.

As they were talking and chatting, Jiucairong saw a figure appear on the manhole cover next to him and made an OK gesture. He then quickly took the figure to the old blacksmith shop next door.

“This is our real blacksmith shop.”

Jiucairong just opened the door.

The heat rolled in.

A group of blacksmiths were working frantically, clang clang clang, the work was in full swing.

It turned out to be the same group of people just now, exactly the same.

It was just that the few enchanters who were about to jump into the forge were jumping back and forth, seemingly just cheering and encouraging the blacksmith to work.

Mr. Zhang was stunned for a moment.

Are these people the same as the ones we just saw? How did those dead people come back to life? But I saw them jump into the forge with my own eyes.

Did I see it wrong? After all, the dead cannot be resurrected!

He was a little dazed. He thought that he was a remnant soul and was on the verge of death, so it was normal for him to have hallucinations.

"Senior, look, this is our magic weapon."

Jiucairong interrupted his thoughts and asked, "Do you have any advice?"

Mr. Zhang looked at the drawing and then at the process.

It is made from some kind of monster powder whose identity cannot be seen anymore.

Mr. Zhang thought about it and became interested: "You guys make the painted cards, and I'll see if there are any improvements to your process."

All the blacksmiths were also very enthusiastic and started a "praise group" to siege, and several of them took the lead in forging iron and asked the big guys for guidance.

It's a rare opportunity to have a real blacksmith master here, this is the Ring Grandpa.

Isn't this something that should be appeased?
Before, they didn’t dare to ask the Zhang family blacksmith next door for advice, as they wanted to maintain the high status of the mysterious blacksmith.

But here there is no need to worry about being exposed.

If they weren't afraid of scaring people, they would all want to show how they enchanted.

"Well, you asked what kind of monster this powder is made of?" Jiucai Rong said, "It's the navy we raise."

"It's not convenient to look at the prototype of the navy. The main thing is to teach us how to forge with these materials."

Old Zhang nodded and looked at the painted card. He felt that this magic weapon was quite desirable.

(End of this chapter)