Return from the second dimension

The Zhenfusi's sign is so conspicuous that anyone can see it clearly, so there is no need to identify himself.

"Your Excellency is to build weapons, or there are other things."

As if he hadn't seen the waist card, Tang Zhen showed a gentle smile, which seemed to be the same for any guest.

"If the price is right, it is natural to build one, so that you can earn it.

Even if I don't use it, I can give it to a friend or sell it directly, and I will definitely make a fortune!"

The black robe youth said with a smile, without any scruples, his words and deeds seemed very free and easy.

"If the blacksmith heard it, he would definitely be very happy, because the high price he can sell just shows that the quality of the weapons he forged is very good."

Because the store's products were praised by people, Tang Zhen's smile was thicker, and he looked like a merchant merchant in every way.

The young man shook his head and said in a sighing tone: "This is no longer a question of high prices and low prices, but represents a kind of strength. If the blacksmith in your shop is willing, it is estimated that many sects will invite you to snatch it.

If the low-level cultivators all possess such spiritual weapons, then the strength of the sect will increase rapidly.

After this matter spreads, it won't take long for your shop to become crowded."

Tang Zhen said with a smile: "Wouldn't it be better, more people can make more money, and then open bigger shops."

The black robe monk looked at Tang Zhen, not knowing whether his words were true or not, or even how to answer them.

From the moment he saw Tang Zhen, he had been observing carefully, trying to judge Tang Zhen's true details.

But after watching for a long time, there was no gain at all.

No matter how to distinguish, Tang Zhen is just an ordinary mortal, without the slightest breath of a monk at all.

But looking at Tang Zhen's words and deeds again, he had an indescribable temperament, as if he was a degenerate and banished immortal.

It makes people respectful and dare not offend at all.

It is impossible for a mortal to have such an aura, so the black-robed youth would rather believe that it is because of his lack of strength to see it.

If this is the case, then there is a reasonable explanation for the abnormal situation of the ghost blacksmith and the ghost king hidden in the forge.

When the black-robed monk thought of this, he suddenly felt Alexander.

Just being a ghost king is enough to cause headaches, forcing the town's governor to ask for everything and have to use methods of comfort and deterrence.

Now that there are more shop owners with unknown strengths, things have become more complicated. I don't know if the previous deterrent plan can be effective?

In any case, everything should be stable, and we must not add to the chaos at this crisis.

Thinking of this, the black-robed youth said with a smile: "Since the boss wants to do business, I wonder if I can accept my order?"

"When you open the door to do business, the visitor is the guest. How can there be any reason to refuse?

But the rule still needs to be said, that is, each person can only order one piece, and you must come to the store in person and get my approval."

When it comes to doing business, Tang Zhen's attitude immediately became serious, as if he were doing business.

"No problem, I will call someone over."

The black robe monk said this, turned around to greet him, and then saw three monks from the town fusi walking out from the corner.

The captain of the street patrol warrior, leading his two subordinates, also followed with a weeping face.

He couldn't wait to slap himself twice, and secretly asked why didn't he resign sooner, otherwise he wouldn't be dragged by the monk of the Zhenfusi again.

I'm too hard...

As soon as the six walked to the door of the shop, they saw a person walking up the street, it was the ghost king Liuqing who had returned from buying vegetables.

Seeing the three Zhenfusi monks and the street-patrolling warriors who followed, Liu Qing's eyebrows raised directly.

"You guys, what is going on?"

Hearing Liu Qing's words, the three cultivators of the town fusi stood frozen and looked at the black-robed youth seeking help.

As for the captain of the street patrol, he simply looked like he was about to cry, and his legs were shaking constantly.

He knew Liu Qing's identity, and understood that this stunning beauty was actually the King of Ghosts, and he couldn't afford to provoke him.

"Grandma...I don't want to come either, isn't this being forced to be helpless..."

Although it was in the crowd, the captain of the street patrol had no face and quickly justified his behavior.

He was afraid that he was a step slower and was blown to death by Liu Qing in one breath.

The black robe youth turned his head and looked at Liu Qing who was dressed as a servant, his pupils couldn't help but shrink slightly.

Just looking at it, you can be sure that Liu Qing on the opposite side is a powerhouse of the ghost king level, and there will be absolutely no problems.

It was just a scene of a strong ghost king, dressed as a maid and still carrying a basket, which really caused him too much visual impact.

He wanted to ask the last sentence, dignified ghost king and strong, really shameless?

Liu Qing stared at the black-robed youth, with a trace of disdain in his eyes, and said in a faint tone: "Is the old guy in the town fusi all dead? Sending out a little hairy child, is it really impossible to be an old lady? "

Liu Qing is now angry and depressed, confirming that in the future, he will have to continue sweeping and cooking.

"My fellow Li Zangfeng, Zhenfu Sidi brand monk, this time is only to visit you.

The purpose of my coming here is not to provoke disputes. Please don't get me wrong.

I plan to discuss with you whether we can get along with each other in peace, and it's best not to disturb the river..."

Liu Qing suddenly sneered when he heard this, as if he had heard the most interesting joke in the world.

"What are you talking about, Brother Fusi, Tangtangzhen, wants to live in peace with me?

Is it because my ears have a problem, or is it that your monk's mind has gotten into the water, so you can tell me how to live in peace?

If I kill all the residents on this street and turn them into ghost servants, will you also allow it..."

Liu Qing sneered, and was about to continue to ridicule the young man in black robes, only to hear a cold snort from the side.

"Liu Qing, this is my customer, you must not be rude.

It's getting late, don't hurry to cook!"

Tang Zhen glanced at Liu Qing and said in a faint tone, as if a master was reprimanding his servant.

"Yes master, I will go now."

Liu Qing, who was still sneered and sneered, suddenly shook her body and immediately closed her mouth and went into the house.

Seeing this scene, everyone was stunned.

The ghost king Liuqing, who makes people numb and always fears, is as docile as a well-behaved rabbit at this moment.

Is it my dazzling hallucinations, or is it due to other reasons?

Everyone looked at each other, their eyes seemed to doubt life.

Turning his head to look at Tang Zhen, he was still smiling, as if he was just an ordinary person.

"Do you still want to order weapons? If so, come and register your name.

In addition, I would like to remind you that our shop is small and profitable, so we do not accept credit, and we are not allowed to bargain."

Li Zangfeng and the others nodded, not daring to say anything, but they felt strange in their hearts.

Look at the quality of those weapons. If they are sold at the normal price, you can buy this smithy with one hand.

However, this boss is very weird. He only offered a slightly higher price than the usual custom weapons, and he even put on a caretaker look, as if he was afraid of losing money.

Looking at Tang Zhen with a smile on his face, everyone couldn't help but feel a feeling that this young shop owner was even more difficult to deal with than the ghost king Liu Qing.