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Ling Gusong heaved a sigh of relief. In any case, hundred-refined steel was much cheaper than fine gold and Mithril.

Ling Gusong looked at mu Weibei, but before he could speak, mu Weibei said with a sad face,"hundred-time refined steel is not cheap. We really don\'t have any money."

"It can\'t be, right? old man Ling, why are you so poor? Weren\'t you the blue wave sect\'s Grand Elder in the past? You can\'t possibly not even have this much money?" Li shaoqiu seized the opportunity to add fuel to the fire and embarrass Ling Gusong.

Ling Gusong almost spat out a mouthful of blood."I\'m poor? which eye of yours saw that I\'m poor? if it wasn\'t for this stupid pill, if it wasn\'t for you being so picky, would I be this poor?"

However, li shaoqiu could not be blamed for this. He was the one who caught others to refine pills. Were they the ones who begged him to refine them? wasn\'t it for his own good to be so picky? If the medicinal ingredients were not up to standard, then the loss would outweigh the gain.

"A penny is hard to kill a hero", Ling Gusong finally understood the meaning of this saying. Thinking back to his glorious days, he didn\'t even care about Mithril, but now, he couldn\'t even think about a bit of steel that had been tempered a hundred times.

"Wait for me, I\'ll think of a way." Ling Gusong said to mu Weibei and went to the bedroom. His back view was so bleak.

After a while, Ling Gusong walked out of the room and handed a piece of cloth to mu Weibei.

"Master, What is this?" Mu Weibei stared blankly for a moment, then reached out two fingers in disgust to pick up the piece of cloth. He could tell that it was clearly a pair of underpants. There was still some warmth on it, so it was obvious that it had just been taken off.

"Don\'t underestimate this pair of underpants. It\'s woven from Ice Silk. It\'s impervious to fire and water. You should be able to sell it for a good price after you\'ve washed it." Ling Gusong felt uncomfortable under mu Weibei\'s gaze and said with a red face.

Mu Weibei\'s expression became even weirder. He actually used a heavenly silkworm master to make underwear. Was his master wasting God\'s gift, or did he have some kind of bad habit?

Li shaoqiu, who was at the side, was already dumbfounded. \'F * ck, he really took out his underwear to pawn. I was just saying it, but I didn\'t expect this old man to really pawn his underwear.\' However, this old man actually used Ice Silk to make his pants. Was he too rich or did he have some other strange hobby? Li shaoqiu\'s thoughts were in sync with mu Weibei \'s.

Under Ling Gusong\'s sorrowful gaze, mu Weibei walked out of the courtyard and brought back the steel that li shaoqiu needed.

A furnace fire was lit in the courtyard. Ling Gusong was bare-chested and sweating profusely as he swung his iron hammer. There was no excitement on his face, only endless depression. He was holding a breath in his heart.

No matter what, he was still an expert of the Grandmaster realm. Not to mention in the secular countries, even in the sect\'s sage realm, he was an expert admired by tens of thousands of people. Who would have thought that one day he would be reduced to such a state?

Not only did he pawn his underwear, but he also had to do manual labor.

What was even more infuriating was that li shaoqiu was waving a small folding fan and jumping up and down around the stove while his mouth was chattering non-stop.

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