Chapter 78: Sales of Fireball Talisman

What made Xiao Hua most happy was not the refining more than 300 top-grade fireball talismans, but... the increase in his magic power!

Speaking of which, the magic power in Xiao Hua's body is much stronger than the same level, but... his realm is only the second level of Qi Refining, and of course it is not enough to support the refining of more than 300 fireball talismans. After Xiao Hua did not refine dozens of fireball talismans, his magic power in his body was consumed and he could not continue. He could only stop using Shang Huaming's Qi Refining Mind Method to regulate breathing and restore magic power! At the beginning, he didn't feel anything, but in the end he consumed all the talismans, and after checking the magic power in his body, he found that the talisman refining in just one night... was more powerful than the simple practice of three days!

"Hahaha~" Xiao Hua laughed up unconsciously: "The way of heaven is the most fair. Although the power of my deity is growing slowly, it is even more difficult to grow my realm. However, even if I refine a fireball talisman that can earn spirit stones, it can increase my deity's power. What can I complain about?"

For a moment, Xiao Hua felt relaxed and felt that there was no more difficult things in this world. Even if there were obstacles with great dangers, there would be a road to reach the mountains.

"Oh, I have refined the yellow talisman for a night. I'm afraid it's already dawn at this time. I don't know if Fan Riguan is back. His mother... is fine!" Xiao Hua suddenly thought of Fan Riguan, and was very uneasy about giving him a purse pill!

Removing the ban in the house, Xiao Hua walked out of the room and came to the hall. He met the waiter who came to greet him, which was the one he had yesterday!

"God of immortals, are you always going out? It's already afternoon. If you still want to stay tonight, you may have to hand over the spirit stones for the evening first!" The waiter's tone was still a bit less enthusiastic.

"After afternoon?" Xiao Hua was slightly stunned and looked at the sky sideways. But, the sun hanging high in the sky was already south!

"Is Fan Riguan back?" Xiao Hua asked immediately.

"It's so good for Xian Chang to know that Brother Fan hasn't returned yet!"

"Didn't he say he would come back at noon yesterday?" Xiao Hua thought to himself that something was wrong.

"This... I don't know about it!" The waiter answered respectfully.

"Oh, that's it!" Xiao Hua wanted to ask Fan Riguan where his home was, but after thinking about it, if Fan Riguan's mother took Wuli Dan and took her life, it would have happened last night. Even if she found his home now, what's the use?

Xiao Hua was very regretful, and slapped the storage bag and handed the remaining nine low-grade spirit stones to the waiter, saying, "I will come back later and get these low-grade spirit stones back later and handed them over to the cabinet!"

Unexpectedly, when the waiter saw it, he showed a dilemma on his face and waved his hand and said, "Don't let the young master make a little embarrassed. If you want it, just give it ten spirit stones, nine of them... you won't ask for it on the cabinet! And... it's still early at night, and the formation in the room will not change before darkness. The immortal master just needs to come back before your immortal talisman expires and hand over the ten spirit stones! Well, in fact, if the immortal master has nothing in the house, it's okay even if the formation in the immortal talisman is invalid. Just come back in the evening and ask the shopkeeper to present the new immortal talisman!"

"Oh," Xiao Hua understood and nodded, "I know!"

As he said that, he put the spirit stones in the storage bag and walked out without looking back! Yesterday, he had no spirit stones in his bag and had to choose from them. Today, he had already had twenty medium-grade spirit stones in his bag. Where was it not to stay? Why should he be locked in here? Besides, he had long seen the slight change in the waiter's attitude, and he was not ashamed and too lazy to say a word more!

After leaving the inn, Xiao Hua was a little thinking and couldn't figure out which yellow talisman shop to go to. After thinking for a while, he arranged excuses in his belly. Then he took a step and went straight to the yellow talisman shop of the middle-aged monk of the Talisman Refining Sect.

It was afternoon, and there were customers, but when Xiao Hua entered the door, the shop was empty, and only the boy on the second floor of Qi Refining was holding a thin booklet in his hand and was watching it attentively. The boy immediately raised his head, put it away, and smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist..." When he saw Xiao Hua's appearance, he knew that he had been here yesterday, and he became even more enthusiastic: "So he was a fellow Taoist. He just visited the shop yesterday. What do you need today?"

Xiao Hua looked around and said strangely: "I saw a lot of customers in your store yesterday. Why are there no one at this time?"

"This..." The boy stared at Xiao Hua, not knowing what he meant. After a moment, his eyes rolled and he smiled, "I'm afraid it's hot and sleepy, so I'm going to have lunch break!"

"Lunch break?" Xiao Hua pinched his nose, knowing that the boy was perfunctory, nodding and said, "What fellow Taoist said is so much!"

The boy was a little impatient and bowed, "Fellow Daoist... I bought a lot of talisman-making materials yesterday, and I'm afraid it won't be used for a long time. Come here today, are you going to buy yellow talismans?"

Seeing this, Xiao Hua smiled and said, "There are teachers in my sect with profound cultivation to refine yellow talismans, so you don't have to always buy them!"

"Why did that fellow Taoist come from?"

Xiao Hua turned his eyes and said, "I wonder if there is a yellow talisman technique for refining the magic of your store? I want to buy it and comprehend it!"

"The magic tricks for refining yellow talismans?" The boy was stunned, then showed disdain on his face and replied: "Since there are teachers in the sect of Taoism who have profound cultivation to refine yellow talismans, there are naturally magic tricks for refining yellow talismans. Why do you greedy for me in the sect of Taoism? Could it be that the sect of Taoism is enjoying my sect?"

The boy is much younger than Xiao Hua, and his cultivation is deeper than Xiao Hua. He has long looked down on Xiao Hua. At this time, he was even more angry after hearing what Xiao Hua thought, and he was even more angry and angry.

"Hehe, I just want to compare and reference." Xiao Hua was not angry and smiled: "Is there a store or not?"

"How is that possible?" The boy was a little angry: "The magic trick for refining yellow talismans is the inherited treasure of my talisman refining sect. How could it be sold in the store? Are you... stimulated by Yiji in the south of the city and come to my store to have fun?"

"Yi Ji?" Xiao Hua was stunned and said to himself: "Where is this...?"

Before Xiao Hua could speak, someone heard the boy scolding, "Qingmiao, is there anyone who speaks to the guests like this?"

When Xiao Hua looked up, it was the middle-aged monk, his face was a little unhappy and walked out of it!

"Senior Brother..." The boy turned his face and said aggrievedly: "This guy... is afraid he's here to make trouble!"

"Fellow Taoist..." The middle-aged monk should have heard the conversation between the two, walked up to me and bowed: "In the shop of my talisman refining talisman, there is no way to sell the yellow talisman and talisman making materials. There is no way to sell the talisman making method in all the shops in the city of Monk Jingbo. If you want to find it, you should try your luck at Yiji in the south of the city. I may even be able to exchange for the talisman refining method!"

"Spiritual Talisman?" Xiao Hua's heart moved, and then he smiled on his face again: "Senior, please calm down. I'm just joking with fellow Taoists! Don't take it seriously!"

"Huh?" The middle-aged monk's eyes flashed, his face remained unchanged, and his tone remained faint, and he asked, "Why... why did fellow Taoist visit the store again?"

Xiao Hua smiled and said, "It's nothing. There are two things to discuss with the senior!"

"What two things?" The middle-aged monk was a little surprised.

Xiao Hua slapped the storage bag, took out the talisman pen from it, handed it over, and said with a smile: "This talisman pen... I used it last night, but... Forget it, I am not afraid of making a fool of myself in front of my seniors. Yesterday I bought some talisman paper and other items for refining fireball talismans from your store. I was idle last night, so I asked the elders in my master to guide the method of refining, but I have been refining it for a long time, but I haven't refined it..."

Before Xiao Hua could finish his words, the boy next to him laughed out loud, covering his mouth, almost bent down!

"Qingmiao!" The middle-aged monk was not surprised and shouted coldly: "What kind of face do you have to laugh at me? You don't even have the courage to refine it!"

Then, he bowed his hand to Xiao Hua with a embarrassed face and said, "Don't blame me, in fact... I'm not embarrassed about it. Although the Fireball Talisman is a low-level yellow Talisman, it is also a real attack yellow Talisman. It is not comparable to the auxiliary yellow Talisman such as the messenger Talisman. The cultivation level of the Taoist... is still shallow. It is a courage to refine it and not be afraid of failure!"

"Ahem, the sect commander said the same thing, so..." Xiao Hua looked at the talisman in his hand in embarrassment and said, "This talisman... Is it useless for me, I see... can I return it to my senior?"

"This..." The middle-aged monk didn't expect that Xiao Hua was coming to withdraw the talisman pen, so hesitated: "Actually... Although this talisman pen is a low-level, it is also a craftsman of my talisman refining. You might as well stay it first. After a few years, your cultivation level will increase, and it will not be too late to use it!"

"Senior~" Xiao Hua begged: "This talisman pen... is something that I'm afraid that the younger generation will not be able to use for more than ten years. I won't talk about the talisman paper and the talisman Mo, and it's not worth many spirit stones. Other senior brothers can also use it, but this talisman pen... is all for senior brothers. When the younger generation... has a deep cultivation in the future, come to your store to buy the top-grade talisman pen. What do you think?"

"You guy is so unreasonable!" The boy next to him jumped up: "If you don't have enough cultivation, don't show off. Since you bought it, you can't use it yourself, and you still want to return it. Why are you so domineering disciples like you?

"Qingmiao~" the middle-aged monk couldn't help but scold: "Shut up!"

Then he smiled at Xiao Hua and said, "Fellow Daoist... If this talisman pen is useless, it can still be returned and exchanged. But since you have used it, I'm sorry that the shop can do nothing!"

"Oh? Since that's the case..." Xiao Hua shook his head and said, "Since that's the case, then... I have nothing to say to me. Oh, I originally wanted to tell you a good thing to you! Stop it!"

"Huh?" the middle-aged man asked, "I don't know if my friend... the second thing I just said is..."

Xiao Hua slightly turned the talisman pen in his hand and smiled and said, "The first thing has not been done yet, of course there is no second thing!"

Looking at Xiao Hua's almost rogue appearance, the middle-aged monk smiled, took the talisman pen, looked carefully, and nodded, "What fellow Taoist said is so much, but this talisman pen has only been used for twenty times! It is also new!"

This "new" bites very hard!

Xiao Hua had awkward face, but a hint of smile appeared.

"Since... fellow Taoist wants to retire so much, then I will fulfill his fellow Taoist!" The middle-aged monk said helplessly: "However, the new talisman pen costs fifty low-grade spirit stones. If you want to retire in the store, you can only return it to fellow Taoist thirty!"

"Ah? Why... so little?" Xiao Hua showed unhappiness on his face, and pointed to the talisman and said, "Hasn't you said it too? This talisman has only been used twenty times, and it is still... very new!"

"Fellow Taoist, I have used this talisman pen twenty times, even if I have used it once, my talisman power has been stained with this talisman pen. Do you think if it is a fellow Taoist... would you still buy this talisman pen?" said the middle-aged monk with a smile.

"This..." Xiao Hua's face was a little hesitant, he thought for a while, and said, "Why don't you do this? Senior, please spare me ten top-grade talisman paper?"

"You... fellow Taoist... don't be able to get more and more. If fellow Taoist doesn't agree, please take back this talisman pen!" The middle-aged monk's face changed slightly.

"Ahem, forget it, forget it, since you say this, then follow what you said!" Seeing this, Xiao Hua waved his hand quickly and immediately put his hand behind his back, as if he even gave me the talisman pen, I wouldn't be able to take it!

"Hmph~" the middle-aged monk snorted from his nose, threw the talisman pen at the boy, and said, "Qingmiao, this talisman pen was given to you by your senior brother. When you refine the talisman in the future, you must remember the goodness of your senior brother!"

"Yes, senior brother!" The boy took it happily, but then the middle-aged monk's words made him cry immediately: "These thirty low-grade spirit stones will be deducted from your salary!"

Then, the middle-aged man bowed and said, "I don't know what the second thing is... what is the good thing?"

"Hehe" Xiao Hua smiled, "I said yesterday that if I have the best yellow talisman, you can buy a medium-grade spirit stone in your store!"

The middle-aged monk frowned slightly and corrected: "It's forty to eighty low-grade spirit stones, not a medium-grade spirit stone!"

Then, he said disapprovingly: "Can you make a fellow Taoist have the best yellow talisman?"

"That's right!" Xiao Hua said proudly: "Yesterday, the elders of the master sect instructed the younger generation to practice and refined some top-grade fireball talismans. I wonder if the seniors are interested in purchasing it?"

"This..." When he heard Xiao Hua's words, the middle-aged monk who thought there was something good suddenly became angry. But, a top-grade fireball talisman was worth fifty to one hundred low-grade spirit stones in his store, and he bought it from Xiao Hua, which is forty to eighty low-grade spirit stones. He could only earn a difference of at most ten to twenty low-grade spirit stones from it. What good thing can this... be considered?
Chapter completed!