Immortal Road

Shichuan's mind moved, and a fist-sized piece of black iron appeared in Shichuan's hand.

The whole piece of black iron gave off a dark luster, and people could tell at a glance that the purity of this piece of black iron was extremely high.

"Please look, fellow Taoists!" Shichuan took out a silver short blade and cut the black iron into two pieces with a light chop. The cross section was as dark as the outside, without any difference.

"I will take as much black iron as you have." A middle-aged Taoist walked out of the crowd and said with a bow.

"Hey, stingy man, you bought it all before the price is even mentioned. Do you think our Cao family, the master of weapon refiners, is nothing?"

"Cao Cong, be careful with your words. If it weren't for our Qiling Sect seeing pity for your Cao family and giving you a bite of food, you might still be begging on the street." The cultivator called the stingy man retorted.

Cao Cong's face changed slightly, as if he was greatly insulted, and he said angrily: "Stingy man, try to say it again? If you have the guts, let's go outside the town to compete."

"Okay, two Taoist friends! Now this Taoist friend is selling black iron. Are you suspected of deliberately making trouble?" Gou Shangguo said in a muddy way. In fact, the more time he wasted, the happier he was. When the trade fair was over, there would inevitably be monks who came to pawn magic tools.

"Hmph!" Cao Cong snorted coldly and glanced at the stingy man.

He bowed and said to Ishikawa: "My Taoist friend, I am a master of refining tools and the external manager of the Cao family. As long as the price is reasonable, I will take as much black iron as I can, even if it is a few thousand kilograms."

After Cao Cong finished speaking, he looked at the stingy man provocatively.

"Thousands of kilograms, what a big mouth! Do you know how to refine this purity of black iron? From my observation, the impurities are definitely less than one thousandth. I think this Taoist friend must have purified it hundreds of times to get it."

Ishikawa nodded without comment. To be honest, since Ishikawa came into contact with the art of refining, he has only touched the surface. Because of the existence of the Immortal Palace, Ishikawa does not need to quench the ore at all.

Ishikawa's eyebrows moved slightly. This iron rooster is indeed not an ordinary person. It can be seen at a glance that the impurities are less than one thousandth. It seems that he has done a lot of research on refining. And Ishikawa is also a refiner, and he immediately has a little more favorable impression of the iron rooster.

As the saying goes, those who know the business look at the doorway, and those who don't know the business just watch the excitement.

The quarrel between the iron rooster and Cao Cong was neither salty nor bland, and the other cultivators were not interested in watching their bickering. For raw materials such as black iron, it is definitely not as attractive to them as finished magic tools. So everyone immediately lost interest.

"Fellow Daoist, let's talk in detail here." Tie Gongji made a gesture of invitation.

Ishikawa and Tie Gongji came to a corner and handed the black iron to Tie Gongji for a careful inspection.

Tie Gongji made a sound of admiration from time to time: "It's too pure. This is the first time I have encountered black iron of this purity. I'm afraid my idea will come true."

"What idea?" Cao Cong leaned over.

"Go! Go! Go!" You have nothing to do here, Tie Gongji waved his hand to drive Cao Cong away.

Ishikawa coughed lightly and shifted the attention of the two to himself. He whispered: "I just said that I have a lot of black iron ore on me, I'm afraid you two can't take it."

Tie Gongji asked tentatively: "Do you have two or three hundred kilograms?"

Ishikawa smiled and shook his head.

"Five or six hundred kilograms?" Tie Gongji's face changed slightly.

Ishikawa shook his head again and said: "If it's only this little, I dare not say it's a lot."

Tie Gongji's face changed instantly.

"Does Daoyou really have thousands of kilograms?" Cao Cong asked very seriously.

You know, such pure black iron is very expensive, after all, it has been tempered by cultivators hundreds of times.

Ordinary cultivators don't understand, but for those cultivators who are proficient in refining tools, this is a rare top-grade product.

Tiegongji and Cao Cong looked at each other, and there was no hostility in their eyes. The two seemed to have formed an alliance in an instant. Now that they knew that Ishikawa had a large amount of pure black iron, they didn't want to buy more, but considered how to lower the price.

There are no long-term enemies, only eternal interests.

Ishikawa smiled faintly. This kind of black iron ore is in the market and priceless. The reason why it is sold today is because there are so many rich people today, but today's situation is special. No matter how valuable you sell, no one will say anything.

"Daoyou, wait a moment, I'll go to the bathroom." Tiegongji said and turned away.

"I have to go too." Cao Cong said, and followed Tiegongji.

Shichuan showed a smile on his face. A cultivator of the seventh or eighth level of Qi training used this as an excuse. He really didn't know what to say.

However, Shichuan knew in his heart that the two men must have gone to discuss the price. Shichuan didn't care what the price was. If it was lower than his expectations, it would be difficult to sell a piece.

At this time, another cultivator came over, also wearing a mask on his head, and whispered: "What is the price of Daoyou's black iron? Can you sell me one or two pieces?"

Shichuan took out two fist-sized pieces of black iron from the Immortal Mansion and threw them over, saying: "Daoyou, give it as you see fit."

The Taoist didn't say much, just threw out 5,000 spirit stones, turned around and left.

According to Shichuan's memory three years ago, two pieces of these would cost about 3,000 spirit stones, but this cultivator actually offered a high price of 5,000 spirit stones.

But soon Shichuan was relieved. It was sold in the market, and the waiter who bought it would definitely not be able to tell the difference between 1% impurities and 1% impurities.

Most of the monks who come to buy black iron now have some knowledge of weapon refining skills, and naturally know the preciousness of these black iron ores.

Ishikawa didn't care at all. There was only a small amount of black iron, and it didn't matter if it was a few hundred spirit stones apart. Ishikawa happened to see what other monks said about this black iron.

As soon as this person left, several more monks came one after another and purchased similar amounts. One or two yuan, three or four yuan. The prices given are similar.

Generally speaking, a piece of dark iron the size of a fist is worth about two thousand spiritual stones.

Ishikawa shook his head speechlessly. There was already so much black iron needed to refine the black iron sword, but the refining of the black iron sword was much more complicated.

When these monks bought it back, they must have added it to higher-level magic weapons, and they certainly weren't for the purpose of refining the Black Iron Sword.

Half an hour later, Tie Gongji and Cao Congcai arrived belatedly, one after the other, but their expressions were not as noisy as before.

Ishikawa waited for the two of them to stand and said, "Two fellow Taoists, have you discussed the price?"

ps: This year is the year of waste oil rectification, and Yunhe is also making due contributions in his position. I have been very busy with work these days, so the update may be late, but it will definitely not be interrupted. Please rest assured, fellow Taoists. There will be another update later.

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