"By the way, do you have any magic medicine? I'll just buy some." Zhou Yuan looked at the fat man.

The fat man shook his head.

"I have so many spiritual stones. If there are spiritual medicines, I have fewer this thing."

"Then forget it." Zhou Yuan didn't force it.

"We should be done now, right? After all, we can't go deep in the sword tomb." The fat man already had a fifth-level magic weapon, and was very satisfied, and no longer cared about the rest.

"I think about it."

Zhou Yuan is not in a hurry.

The fat man has already done it, but the other disciples of the Taoist sect may not be done!

Thinking of this, Zhou Yuan looked at the fat man, "Do you want to make money?"

"What does it mean?" The fat man was puzzled.

"Help other disciples of the Taoist sect obtain more advanced ancient swords and then charge them for rewards!" Zhou Yuan said with a smile.

"No need." The fat man shook his head.

As the son of the elder, he had too many spirit stones to use, so he was too lazy to do such hard work.

"No prospect!"

Zhou Yuan regrets that iron cannot be made of steel.

"Think about it, just use your father's spirit stone? The spirit stone you earn is the most fragrant!"

"And, have you experienced it? Although you have experienced it before, I think you have not experienced it enough! You must cultivate your own combat power."

Zhou Yuan had plans.

The fat man went to fight against the evil spirits to hone his actual combat ability, and he watched by himself to ensure the fat man's safety.

After killing the evil spirit, he will take action to absorb the evil spirit's power to raise the sword.

In this way, the fat man gets benefits and he also gets benefits.

Talk about this idea to the fat man.

The fat man was instantly moved.
Chapter completed!