Chapter 55 Yuan Jing

After waiting for a few people to leave, he asked the deputy shopkeeper to close the door. He came back and looked at the necklace carefully, and then turned to the young man sitting quietly.

"Little brother, how are you going to sell this necklace?"

Pingjiang said, "Only change spiritual metals."

Feng Lao's expression remained unchanged. Obviously, this request was expected by him. He said in a low voice, "I don't know what kind of spiritual metal you want to change?"

Pingjiang glanced at Ping's fiery face and said, "Shopkeeper, you can take out your spiritual gold here. I'll choose a few, and it's almost fine."

Feng Lao followed Pingjiang's eyes and looked at Ping Weiwu. Seeing a four or five-year-old child, he didn't care, but he felt a little confused by Pingjiang's request.

"I saw that the little brother was confident. It seemed that he already knew the value of this thing, but I don't know why he chose my shop to exchange it?"

Pingjiang said, "I just arrived here yesterday and I'm not familiar with it. Your store is the first jewelry store I have ever met. If the shopkeeper feels that he should go to those old jewelry stores..."

"No, that's not what I mean!" Feng Laolian waved his hand and gave the deputy shopkeeper a wine at the counter. The deputy shopkeeper led several clerks and walked out through a small door.

Pingjiang stimulated the inner breath, and then heard the footsteps of several of them, and then stood up in one place. Then there was a sound of moving things, knowing that they were taking spiritual gold, so they were relieved.

"I don't know what to call the little brother? I have been opening a shop here for decades, and the little brother can rest assured.

Pingjiang responded with a few words with a smile, but his name refused to say, and Mr. Feng did not ask again.

After a while, the deputy shopkeeper came in from the outside, and the clerk behind him held a few small wooden boxes in his arms. After the deputy shopkeeper asked them to put down the small wooden box, he took people back at the sign of Mr. Feng.

"Little brother, this is the spiritual gold in our store. See if there is anything you like!" Feng Lao said with a smile.

There were more than a dozen small boxes on the table, and Pingjiang opened one casually. There was only a finger-sized dark black in it, with a faint black light. It's indeed a piece of spiritual gold, but Pingjiang can't recognize what it is.

"Do you want to see it?" Pingjiang looked down at Pingwei.

Ping Wu curled his lips, but Pingjiang kept telling him to behave like a child in front of outsiders, so he had to bite his finger and nodded foolishly to Pingjiang.

Pingjiang picked up Ping's mighty and asked him to open the wooden box one by one to watch. Under the dark control of Pingwei, the slight light in his eyes did not seem very real, but did not provoke the suspicion of the old man.

"Little brother, what are you?" Mr. Feng's attention is mainly on Pingjiang, but the young man's behavior is a little strange. It is said that he sells things, but his behavior is very casual, like playing. Feng Lao couldn't help frowning.

"Don't worry, my necklace will definitely be sold to you. I'm looking at your spiritual gold."

"Oh, that's good!" When Mr. Feng heard that the necklace would definitely be sold to himself, he was relieved and said happily, "Little brother, do you think my spiritual gold is enough?"

Seeing Pingjiang shaking his head, Mr. Feng sighed and said, "I also know these things. Compared with your necklace, they are indeed worse. For other things, I don't know if you would like me to make up with silver?"

After saying that, Feng Lao's face showed a guilty look. After all, this high-grade spiritual weapon cannot be exchanged for silver.

Pingjiang looked motionless, looked at Ping Weiwu, calmly picked up a bright silver crystal the size of a fist in a large wooden box, and said, "Shopkeeper, how much do you have in your store?"

Feng Lao took a look at the crystal and said, "Yuanjing? Little brother, do you want this kind of thing? There is still such a crystal in my library, but this thing is much worse than your necklace. Do you really want to change this thing?

Ping Jiang smiled, and this old man was quite honest and said, "Feng Lao, please help me wrap all the Yuanjing here first. As for the rest, Feng Lao, please help me prepare the lightest spiritual gold at present, and I also want all the spiritual gold here. For the rest, please help me change it into silver."

Feng Boss was happy and said, "Okay, okay! Wait a minute, little brother, and I'll get ready. It can be ready in half an hour at most.

Pingjiang answered and looked extremely excited when he saw that Mr. Feng was busy with the deputy shopkeeper and those guys.

"Isn't there a loss?" Pingjiang asked Pingwei in a soft voice.

He sneered and said, "In terms of the value of these things, you will naturally suffer some losses. But I have the change, and I can turn it over a few times. With these things, it's enough for me to make another sulfur sword for you.

Pingjiang was surprised and said, "Didn't you say that the quality of these things is much worse than that of sunken sulfite, covered jade and broken jade? How can these things be enough for you to refine a sulfur sword? Is it the Yuanjing you just asked?

Ping Weiwu nodded and said, "Yuanjing is equivalent to the staple food that ordinary people usually eat. I can absorb a lot of energy from the crystal. In terms of energy, Yuanjing is the most useful to me.

"What is this Yuanjing usually used for?"

"Alas, you'd better ask the Shen family for some information when you go back. You are so shameful, and I feel ashamed."

Pingjiang slapped Ping Weiwu on the ground, but unfortunately, looking at him, it was obviously ineffective. Pingwei ignored it and said, "In a sense, spiritual weapons also have a lifespan. The more you use it, the longer it takes, and the quality of the spiritual weapon will become worse and worse. For example, if your sulfur sword is used for hundreds of years like you, it is estimated that it will be no different from an ordinary stone sword.

"Is there such a saying?" Pingjiang was surprised and said, "However, hundreds of years have been long enough to use it!"

"Idiot, do you think a spiritual weapon is only for you? The real best spiritual weapon, which is not a treasure handed down from generation to generation in the family, is normal to use it for tens of thousands of years.

"Oh! So at this time, do you need Yuanjing?"

Ping nodded and said, "Whenever the user of the spiritual weapon feels that the power of the spiritual weapon is beginning to weaken, he will drench the spiritual weapon with crystal melt, so that the spiritual weapon can be as new."

Pingjiang nodded and said, "If this is the case, Yuanjing is so powerful, how can it be so cheap, even ordinary spiritual gold?"

"Yuanjing is not a broken jade. Broken jade, a high-quality spiritual gold, can be harvested in a few places in the whole Tianfeng continent, and those places are also dangerous, so they have always been used by big families and royal families. Yuanjing is produced everywhere, but the poor spiritual weapons are not worth using Yuanjing. Only those above the middle-grade spiritual weapon can use it, and this kind of spiritual weapon needs to be used once for a long time. In this case, Yuanjing will naturally come out more.

Pingjiang suddenly nodded. Suddenly, there was a burst of expectation in my heart. I don't know if Yuanjing can make the mighty quickly forge those legendary treasures.