Doomsday Rise

"Black-armored Demonic Wolf, um, although it's not close, but it's barely enough. Dust? Yuan→Literature ↓ √网" Jiuzhi Shenchu ​​recognized what kind of meat it was at a glance, and his tone was a little disappointed, "Charge Half of the meat is used as a processing fee, and if you agree, you can keep the meat."

"The younger generation agrees." Liu Wei'an was secretly shocked and pointed out that the chef's processing fee was so expensive. He just ate the food made by him and couldn't bear his own cooking skills, so he had to sacrifice the meat of the black-armored wolf. Fortunately, his There is a lot of meat, and half of it is enough to eat.

Seeing Liu Weian taking out so much meat, Nine Fingers Master Chef didn't feel surprised at all. With a wave of his hand, the meat on the ground disappeared without a trace. Zi or bracelet, I am amazed in my heart, are all big shots so awesome?

Although Jiuzhi Shenchu ​​is inscrutable, he does not have the temper of a gangster. He does things after receiving money, and he is very straightforward. After tinkering in the kitchen for a while, in less than ten minutes, a big pot of five catties The meat came out, and the aroma was overflowing, which made the index finger move.

Liu Wei'an really wanted to ask how he did it, but he held back. He wolfed down the Endless Meat. The meat was soft, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. The chef is a chef, professional, even better than chicken *Slippery, if it wasn't for the fact that the energy contained in it was exactly the same, he would almost have thought it was Jiuzhi Chef who had changed the ingredients.

When he was leaving, he found that there was an additional dish on the bulletin board outside the Nine Fingers Inn: Stir-fried Black Armored Demon Wolf Meat. When Liu Wei'an saw the price marked on the back, he almost spit out old blood, 5 gold coins. It was as if he had given thousands of gold coins to Jiuzhi Shenchu ​​for nothing.

"Senior, I was lucky today and killed a wild boar." A big man threw a wild boar weighing more than 200 kilograms on the ground, and smashed the ground with a loud bang.

"What do you want to do?" Nine Fingers Master Chef took a slow look at the big man, but didn't even glance at the wild boar on the ground.

"Old rules, half of it belongs to you, and the remaining half, cut five catties for my breakfast, and convert the rest into money for me." The big man said.

"Wait!" Nine Fingers Master Chef casually grabbed the wild boar weighing more than two hundred catties and threw it into the kitchen like a chicken.

"Senior, wait—" the big man suddenly said.

"What?" Jiuzhi Shenchu ​​stopped and looked back at him.

"I don't want wild boars, this black-armored wolf, give me some." The big man licked his tongue and pointed to the newly added stir-fried black-armored wolf meat on the bulletin board.

"Half a wild boar can't handle that dish." Nine Fingers Master Chef said leisurely.

"Then I'll give you the whole wild boar.

"The big man hesitated and said.

"Wait!" Nine Fingers Master Chef walked into the kitchen.

Next, players came to the inn one after another with all kinds of wild game. Just like the big man, they exchanged wild game for food, or asked Jiuzhi Chef to deal with it. The price was the same, regardless of the price of wild game, they were charged half of it. meat as a processing fee. It was only then that Liu Wei'an suddenly realized that the people here didn't skip breakfast, but went to earn breakfast.

The price of Nine Fingers Inn is astonishingly expensive, but there are surprisingly many people who come here to eat. It seems that they are all owners who are not short of money. Seeing this situation, Liu Wei'an didn't want to leave, and thought about going to Nine Fingers God The chef asked in front of him: "Senior, I want to set up a stall next to it, is that okay?"

"Whatever!" Nine Fingers Master Chef said lazily, he was the only cook in the inn, but he seemed to be very leisurely, always calm and unhurried.

"Thank you senior!"

Liu Wei'an walked a few steps away, so as not to affect the business of the Nine Fingers Inn, found a big stone, took a brush and wrote a few big characters on it: Talismans for sale! Then he stood by and waited.

What happened to him was unexpected. After waiting for more than half an hour, no one came to buy it, not to mention buying, but no one even asked. He couldn't help but wondered, it shouldn't be. Staring at him viciously, most players dare not ask because of his pressure. As for the truly powerful players, they probably look down on his humble strength and don't bother to ask about it.

Seeing this, Liu Wei'an was not in a hurry, picked up the pen again in a leisurely manner, and added four words on the stone: no credit. Without looking at the mocking eyes of the black-faced god, he took out a talisman and threw it on the ground.

Peng!

The flame exploded, covering a three-meter radius in an instant, and the blazing flame flew into the air, and people could feel the high temperature dozens of meters away, and the heat wave rushed towards their faces.

There were seven or eight people in the inn who stood up in shock on the spot, and several people's faces changed drastically. The most interesting one was the black-faced god, whose sneering expression was frozen, his face changed several times in the blink of an eye, and the chopsticks in his hands were broken Didn't even notice.

"How do you sell the talisman?" The first one to run over was the big man carrying the wild boar.

"Give me ten." The second person was a young man who was more straightforward and didn't even ask the price.

"Twenty."

...

Liu Wei'an's side was immediately crowded with people, and the hot scene was beyond his imagination.

"Two sheets for one gold coin." After thinking for a long time, he decided not to set the price at one gold coin. Although he knew he could sell it, in terms of long-term interests, two sheets for one gold coin is the most suitable.

The thousand flame talismans were sold out in less than ten minutes. Seeing that many people were still interested, Liu Wei'an took out another thousand and said to everyone: "The last thousand are sold out, and there will be no more."

"Can I trade other items without gold coins?" Someone asked.

"Only trade gold coins and power seeds." Liu Wei'an said.

...

There were a few people sitting at the table of the Black-faced God. From their expressions, it could be seen that they should be the servants of the Black-faced God. Seeing that everyone had bought the flame charm, they were restless, and finally a tall and thin man said: " Brother Hei, I think...that...you know my family..."

"Zhugan, what do you want to say?" The black-faced god had a dark face.

"I want to buy... some... charms!" Bamboo Pole whispered.

"Get out!" The black-faced god stared at him for a while, and finally waved his hand weakly.

"Thank you Brother Hei!" The bamboo pole ran towards Liu Wei'an's direction as if he had received an amnesty. After running a few steps, he suddenly heard the Hei Mian God shout: "Slow down!" God, his face was full of disappointment. But he heard the black-faced god say with a blank expression: "Buy me 50 too!"

"I will definitely do it." The bamboo pole rushed out, obviously not wanting to give the black-faced god a chance to repent.

"Brother Hei, we—" Wei Qi and the younger brothers couldn't help it when they saw this. They don't know how many spells Liu Wei'an has, but no matter how many, this thing is only in their hands, otherwise they will regret it.

"Get out, get out!" The black-faced god already regretted being too reckless yesterday, thinking it was a strange face and didn't care, who would have thought that this kid had a flame talisman.

If the flame talisman was in other places, many people would look down on it, something that he would not be interested in, let alone someone stronger than him, but in Mogushan, the flame talisman is definitely one of the most sought-after things. There have been a few flame talismans before, which were brought in by newcomers, but they were all three or five pieces, which did not constitute a large scale. It is not like now, two thousand pieces, it is estimated that it will not be quiet tonight.

"Give me 100!" The bamboo pole finally squeezed in, and took out the gold coins that had been prepared a long time ago.

Liu Wei'an had known for a long time that the bamboo pole was someone next to the black-faced god, but he didn't say anything and took out the talisman. He is asking for money now, grievances belong to grievances, and business belongs to business. He distinguishes it very clearly.

The moment the bamboo pole took over the talisman, his uneasy heart calmed down. In the distance, the black-faced god who noticed here was also relieved, and he couldn't help but feel that Liu Wei'an didn't seem so hateful anymore.

Liu Wei'an expected that the flame talisman would be very popular in Mogu'shan, but he didn't expect it to be so popular. He vaguely felt that there were some things he didn't understand.

Mogu Mountain is very big, and there are many people there. Some people who didn't eat breakfast heard that there were flame talismans for sale, and rushed to surround Liu Wei'an. These people were dismissed, and then he took out the shield and sold it, but no one cared about it, only a few people wanted to show his favor and bought one side symbolically. He was disappointed, and then he reacted and put away the shield.

People who can come to Mogu'shan to take refuge, no matter what the reason, have one thing in common, that is, they are strong, basically they are all above the middle stage of silver, and the strength is high, and the requirements for equipment will naturally increase. They are no longer in their eyes, even if they have the power of bronze ware, unless it is silver ware, they will be moved.

"If you can give me 10,000 talismans, I will give you this piece of material." A dry voice sounded beside my ear.

Liu Wei'an stopped packing up the shield, and looked at the speaker. He was a beggar, unkempt, with hair covering his face, so he couldn't see his face, so he couldn't tell his grade. His clothes were also tattered, but they were well washed. To be clean is to know how to wash the clothes but not to wash the hair for some reason. Through the hair, I found that his eyes are full of tiredness.

Liu Wei'an's eyes fell on the beggar's hand, holding a fist-sized metal, cyan, crystal clear, radiant, like a round of scorching sun, exuding an indescribable charm, like a man who has read poetry The wise man of the book, even if he does not speak, can make people feel that kind of strong talent. Of course, this is just a metaphor. In fact, metal gives people a kind of vigor, a kind of courageous, diligent, and never-ending spirit.

"What kind of material is this?" Liu Wei'an found that the moment the beggar took out the material, everyone's movements froze for a moment, and something called greed burst out in their eyes. Although he tried his best to suppress it and pretended to be indifferent, that kind of Unnatural movements are so obvious.

"Qingtian Shenjin!" The beggar's voice was still low and weak, falling in Liu Wei'an's ears as if a thunder had exploded.

The avenue is like the sky, it is difficult to climb, but Qingtian Shenjin is brave and diligent, and will never stop. This is the description of Qingtian Shenjin, with just a few sentences, one can roughly imagine the magic of Qingtian Shenjin. If it wasn't for the "Elementary Casting Technique" that he had known for a while, Liu Weian probably hadn't even heard of Qingtian Shenjin, and he was shocked just because he knew it.