The southwest sea of ​​Wanxinghai.

On a spiritual island tens of thousands of miles away from Shuanghu Island.

This spiritual island is the land of the Mo family.

Like the Chen family in Shuanghu Island, the Mo family also has a first-level spiritual vein, but unlike the Chen family, the Mo family's spiritual vein is not cultivated.

It was discovered by the Mo family ancestor Yu by chance on this Ling Island hundreds of years ago.

I have to say.

The Mo clans were very lucky. For hundreds of years, relying on this spiritual vein, the number of Mo family monks has never been lower than double digits.

Even two hundred years ago, the Mo family produced a foundation-building monk.

However, this foundation-building monk was transformed decades ago, and the Mo family also fell into a trough.

But even so, compared with the Chen family, the Mo family still has much deeper foundation.

In the sky, a figure flew from far to near, towards a cave on Mo's Lingshan Mountain.

This man lowered his figure and looked at his appearance. The person who came was about thirty years old, with a white face and no beard. He was wearing a lilac Taoist robe, and looked particularly elegant and luxurious.

The cultivation level of this Mo family cultivator is as high as the ninth level of Qi refining. He is obviously in the stage of polishing and purifying the true qi. He just waits to polish and purify the true qi to the limit and enter the perfect state, and then he can try to build the foundation.

Step into the cave.

An old man in his fifties was sitting cross-legged on a lotus-shaped magic weapon, closing his eyes to practice.

"Class leader!"

Seeing the old man, the middle-aged monk with a white and beardless face bowed and said respectfully.

"Um,"

The old man from the Mo family, who was called the patriarch, opened his eyes and saw the middle-aged monk with a solemn expression, "Yu Qing, why are you back? Is there something wrong with the store in the free cultivator market?"

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged monk named Mo Yuqing looked solemn and said, "That's right."

Hearing that there was something wrong with the family industry, the old man hurriedly stood up and walked up to the two steps, "Come on, hurry up."

"yes......"

Mo Yuqing told the whole story to the clan leader in front of him.

The cultivation level of the Mo family leader is higher than that of Mo Yuqing, and has reached the perfect level of Qi refining. Without the support of a foundation-building pill and the second-level spiritual vein, he can immediately try to build the foundation.

It can be said.

The Mo family’s magic weapon shop is not only the lifeblood of the Mo family’s industry, but also the hope of the Mo family’s head building the foundation.

It is precisely because of the profit of nearly a thousand spirit stones in the Moshi Treasure Pavilion every year that the old man has hope to buy foundation-building pills.

Otherwise, the acres of spiritual fields and a small spiritual medicine garden planted by the first-level spiritual veins of the family would not be enough to satisfy the practice of the family monks, let alone support him as the patriarch to build the foundation.

Therefore, for Mo Changsheng, the leader of the Mo family, the Mo family treasure pavilion was his hope for enlightenment and must not be lost.

"You mean that the Chen family in Shuanghu Island has a group of weapon refiners who have occupied our Moshi Treasure Artifact Pavilion business?"

"right!"

Mo Yuqing nodded, "Influenced by the Hongyin Feijian Store, the profit of my Moshi Treasure Pavilion has dropped by 50% this year, and it is less than 500 spirit stones!"

"What?"

Hearing this, Mo Changsheng was immediately anxious.

He is already fifty-three this year. According to the consensus of the world of cultivation, if a monk cannot successfully build a foundation before he is 60 years old, as his qi and blood decline, the lower the possibility of successful building a foundation as he grows.

In other words, he can't wait for a few years.

In order to support the foundation building of his patriarch, the Mo family had already accumulated more than 30,000 spirit stones.

But Mo Changsheng knew that it was not safe to buy the foundation-building pill at the Zhou auction house.

According to the average auction price of the foundation-building pill in the Zhou family auction house, the Mo family must prepare at least 40,000 spirit stones.

This is not the price paid by Mo Changsheng after he got the Foundation Establishment Pill, he found a foundation-building family with the second-level spiritual vein for help and borrowed other people's second-level spiritual veins to break through.

This is how it is calculated.

Not to mention that Mo's treasure utensils earn a profit of 500 spirit stones every year, even if he earns 1,000 spirit stones every year, Mo Changsheng is not enough.

Thinking of this, he walked anxiously in the cave.

a long time.

He raised his head and looked at Mo Yuqing and said, "Have you talked to the Chen family? As long as they are willing to sell the magic weapon to us, my Moshi Treasure Artifact Pavilion is willing to buy it for fifty spirit stones!"

Upon hearing this, Mo Yuqing shook his head: "I've talked about it, but the old man in the Chen family doesn't have any oil and salt. No matter how he talks, he doesn't agree."

"court death!"

Mo Chang waved his hand in anger. With the true energy, the furniture in the cave suddenly turned into powder.

Faced with the furious clan leader, Mo Yuqing lowered his head.

After a while, Mo Yuqing raised his head and saw Mo Changsheng's terrifying eyes as he chose someone. He trembled slightly in his heart and said, "Clan leader, Yu Qing believes that we have to make a long-term plan for this matter."

"How to make a long-term plan?"

Mo Changsheng scolded, "I have little hope of building a foundation without the profits of the Mo family's treasure pavilion. My Mo family must have a foundation-building monk!"

It seemed to be to conceal his desire to build a foundation, and to convince Mo Yuqing that he was not selfish, Mo Changsheng added this sentence.

Hearing this, Mo Changqing remained silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

......

Shuanghu Island.

Hongyin Feishang Factory.

“Is this method really feasible?”

After hearing Chen Xianhe's idea, Chen Daoxuan's eyes lit up, but he still had some doubts in his heart.

He felt that he had always misunderstood Uncle Thirteen and always thought that the other party was conservative and outdated. Unexpectedly, Uncle Thirteen was so brave that he dared to play this trick.

"If the Mo family and those six small families cannot abandon the interests of the magic weapon market in the casual cultivator market, they will definitely take the bait!"

Chen Xianhe was confident and smiled, "Anyway, this method is summed up in two words."

As he said that, Chen Xianhe, Old Man, raised a finger ingeniously: "Take the momentum!"

"Taking the momentum, taking advantage of the momentum with a good move!"

Chen Daoxuan murmured.

"However, if this method is to work, there must be a prerequisite, that is, to force the magic weapon shops in the Mo family and other casual cultivators to a dead end."

"It's a dead end?"

"right!"

A dangerous light flashed in Chen Xianhe's eyes, "If you don't force them to a dead end, how could they ignore the Qianyuan Sword Sect's laws and choose to take risks?"

Hearing this, Chen Daoxun immediately refreshed his understanding of Uncle Thirteen.

Sure enough, this Thirteenth Uncle, who dared to set foot on the battlefield of Izumo Kingdom at the third level of Qi Refining, was definitely not as harmless as he seemed to be on the surface.

perhaps......

If it weren't for the family's drag, Uncle Thirteen would have gone further if he chose to be a casual cultivator.

Looking at Uncle Thirteen's pale temples, Chen Daoxuan couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"Since we want to force them to a dead end, we must change the previous strategy of slow shipment and choose to ship in large quantities.

In this way, it is imperative to expand the flying sword factory. Fortunately, Daochu and others can already skillfully refine the Red Shadow Flying Sword, and are not afraid that no one will refine the flying sword after the factory is expanded."

Speaking of this, Chen Xianhe's face turned red with excitement.
Chapter completed!