1719: C1719 What a Waste

C1719 What a Waste

2"There is no Treasure Refiner. However, if you want to concoct Spiritual Treasures and are not afraid of trouble with money, you can go to the fourth shop on the right and turn right. There is a grocery store on the right. You can go in and ask..."

A grocery store? "

Mo Nan stared blankly.

If it was a blacksmith shop, he would recognize it. What the hell was a grocery store?

He didn't give up. He asked another question:

"Is the owner's surname Mo?"

When the middle-aged man heard that, he immediately became anxious. "You know everything, why are you asking me? Gun Gun, don't disturb my business..."

Not long after, the stall owner dared to open the shop. Mo Nan stood on the street and looked in the direction of the so-called grocery store. His eyelids twitched.

Eighty percent. This was the person he was looking for.

However, his father-in-law had told him confidently that he was a Treasure Refining Grandmaster. However, from the looks of it, not only was this Treasure Refining Grandmaster not doing well, but he was also selling groceries for a living. Moreover, his reputation was not very good.

"Forget it. Let's just take it as a chance to try our luck."

Mo Nan stayed where he was and pondered for a while. In the end, he decided to go and take a look first.

The shop wasn't far away. Just like what the stall owner had said earlier, they would take a turn and reach the shop. However, when they arrived outside the shop, Pang Hu looked at the shop with disdain. Chu Qingming also stopped and didn't leave.

It was really too messy inside.

There were all kinds of things everywhere. There were all kinds of rubbish scattered all over the place. There was also a faint stench. From inside, one could hear it from outside the shop. old rascal had a good sense of smell. He looked in the direction of the smell.

"I'll go."

His stomach rolled. In the corner, he saw a pile of green and moldy food. He didn't know how long it had been there.

If he didn't know that the huge ship that the Qih family had destroyed and the High Grade Spiritual Treasure had been forged by the owner of this place, old rascal would have turned around and left immediately.

Seeing that neither Pang Hu nor Chu Qingming were willing to go in, even Little White shivered and ran away from his arm to Pang Hu's forehead. Mo Nan could only wave his hand.

"Why don't you guys wait for me at the restaurant opposite?"

He had just finished speaking.

A man and two beasts instantly disappeared.

He was speechless. He felt that the usually sensible Little White had been led astray by Pang Hu and Chu. When he turned around, old rascal forced himself to endure the disgust and walked into the shop.

"Is anyone here?"

In the small shop, there was not even a ghost. There was only a lingering stench. Mo Nan tried to shout.

"Here."

A voice came from behind. Mo Nan followed the voice and found that there was a door in the corner that was about to be buried. Behind them, it should be connected to the backyard.

He subconsciously wanted to go.

But at this time, he turned his head and saw a rake that was thrown on the ground.

This was the most common farming tool. It was just that this rake was a little different. Its entire body was crystal clear. The more old rascal looked at it, the more familiar it looked. Suddenly, he pulled out the long blade made of acquired blue crystals.

Putting the two in front of him, he compared them...

"What the f * ck!"

old rascal could no longer count how many times he had cursed today. He still remembered how much pain the latter felt when he asked Chang Xu to forge the Sky Blue Crystal into a growth knife.

But now, there was a madman who had turned the rare Heavenly Blue Crystal into a farming tool. At this moment, Mo Nan finally understood how Chang Xu felt back then.

The best materials were wasted just like that...

This thing was sturdy and sturdy. It would never be broken. The problem was, could that commoner afford it?

That was not all.

old rascal was shocked. He looked at the other miscellaneous goods. If nothing went wrong, there was more than one example of such a waste...

He didn't know many materials.

However, he could also tell that the net was made of ice cicada silk. If this thing was used to refine soft armor, it could allow a Martial Sovereign to withstand a full force attack from a Martial Saint.

There was a pig slaughtering knife hanging on his head. It was pitch black, and his guess was right. It seemed to be made from ink crystal. This thing could be used to craft weapons. It only needed to add a small piece to make the weapon extremely sharp.

...

There were many miscellaneous goods in the shop, but none of them were normal.

After a while, old rascal decided to take back some of his previous prejudices. Reality proved that, but all alchemists were the same as alchemists. It was impossible for them to be poor at all.

The reason why this person was able to reach this stage was not because he was poor. It was purely because of the money he earned. He had wasted all the money he had earned.

Mo Nan could not bear to look at the miscellaneous goods on the ground anymore. He felt his flesh ache. He pushed the door open and followed the sound to the backyard.

The yard was bigger than he had imagined.

In the yard, there were some long and thin sticks. He could not identify the material, but if he guessed right, these things should be the skeleton of a huge ship.

It was estimated that this was the new ship that the Qih family had entrusted to this person.

On the right side of the courtyard, beside a furnace, there was a dirty man squatting. He probably heard the sound of the door opening. He turned around and looked towards Mo Nan.

Unexpectedly, this person was not the slovenly big man that he had imagined. Instead, he had an extremely delicate and young face. His eyes were clear as he asked.

"Buying something?"

Mo Nan was stunned for a moment. After which, he shook his head and took out the letter that his father-in-law had given him. As he walked towards the young man, he said,

"My name is Mo Nan. Father-in-law said that you can help me refine medicinal Spiritual Treasures..."

Shaoqing, the young man surnamed Mo took the letter and read it seriously in his hand. He nodded and threw the letter into the fire under the furnace. He said seriously,

"The ancestor of Qih family has done me a great favor. I won't decline Uncle Qi's request. Tell me, what do you want me to refine?"

"Saber."

The young man was delighted. Mo Nan didn't waste any time and said immediately.

"Sure."

The young man named Mo immediately said the names of a lot of materials.

"Half a kilogram of hard rock, ten scales of Hei Pi, and a small bottle of snow crystal..."

In total, there were about 30 kinds of raw materials.

old rascal was stunned. It was just a long blade, why did he need so many things? Was this guy trying to trick him?

In particular, although he did not know much about materials, he had been forced to learn a lot by Chang Xu. He could barely recognize half of the 30 types of materials. However, there was not a single cheap material in this half.

Mo Nan's face instantly turned purple and purple.

This guy was definitely trying to trick him!

Taking a deep breath, Mo Nan gritted his teeth and said, For father-in-law's sake, I can let you cheat a little, but don't go too far. I'm not a fool!"

Unexpectedly, when the young man heard that, he immediately raised his head with a frown. Without explaining, he asked:

"Are you a Treasure Refiner?"

Mo Nan was speechless.

"Of course," Mo Nan said. "If I were a Treasure Refiner, why would I need you?

Looking at old rascal's expression, the young man seemed to have gotten the answer. He continued in a deep voice. "Since you are not a Treasure Refiner, I am. Then listen to me. What do I need you to give me? Give me what you want. That's right. Where did you get so much to say? "

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