The Nine Godheads

"..." seems to have no hope, Hong Xiaobao sighed, he actually understood in his heart, this is what the poison is afraid of the pot, you can wash away the salty taste of salt? No, no! This is the reason.

"So I still have to make money!" Hong Xiaobao feels that he is the worst person in the world. Is it not a few hundred in the palace to eat and drink? And now I have to work hard to make money, and now I mourn: "Bitter life..."

"Old man, do you know where there is a place to buy the material of the casting pot?" Hong Xiaobao remembered the pot thing, others did not say, this can be related to his future food body to dominate the world, although knowing his current Lingjing is not enough, but knowing the specific price is naturally good.

"Where is the old man? Is this the place where the bird doesn't pull? Do you think the old man has come?" Yin Jiuyou's voice revealed a disdain.

"Great!" Hong Xiaobao casually thought about it. He decided to go to see the price of the black iron in Leiyin City tomorrow. The price of the material is not fixed. If Leiyin City is rich in black iron, then the price of black iron It must be very low. At the last moment before going to bed, Hong Xiaobao is still dreaming: "If you can get dozens of Lingjing, buy it... oh..."

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In the early morning of the next day, Hong Xiaobao set off to the West City with a hundred Lingjing and Hongji copper enamel. Why with gold sore medicine? If there is a business delivered to the door, Hong Xiaobao can not refuse it?

In his opinion, in the morning, when many monks entered the Blue Moon Mountains, they would replenish them here. It must be very lively, but at this moment it was very unexpected and somewhat deserted, and the whole city was sparse.

"Don't this son come too early?" Hong Xiaobao muttered to himself.

A side of the stall looked like an idiot and looked at him: "The person who entered the mountain left when one or two hours of the demon beast was sleeping. If the monster who is now hungry in the mountains is not eating yet. you?"

"Oh...hey!" Hong Xiaobao laughed and laughed, and then talked a few words, only to know that when it was normal, that is, three to five in the morning - into the mountains, then the days would not be too dark, and Most of the monsters are still not awake, the risk is the lowest, and hunting is also the easiest. The West City will only be busy at noon and noon, and it will be noon at that time. The first wave of monks who have not taken medicine in the Blue Moon Mountains has returned, and businessmen who have acquired medicines, materials and materials are also dispatched. The most lively.

Hong Xiaobao muttered. I thought about people who didn't see "presumably a monk" after a few laps. The people who watched these stalls were probably businessmen. It is estimated that no one will buy their own gold sore medicine. Now I look around and directly Came to a foundry shop.

"Boss, is there any black iron?" asked Hong Xiaobao.

The boss sighed and said: "Yes."

"Ha ha!" Hong Xiaobao said, he has not touched these things. I don't know that the black iron is precious but not rare. It is like gold. It is very valuable in the world of mortals, but it is sold everywhere. So he thought that the black iron was hard to find. I didn't expect it to be in the first store. I immediately said: "How to sell?"

"Do not sell!" The boss squinted at Hong Xiaobao and his expression was speechless.

"Why?" Hong Xiaobao was surprised.

"Can you go to the bathhouse to buy a towel?" The boss said.

"Oh... no."

"Can you go to the restaurant to buy salt?" The boss once again scorned.

"Understood," Hong Xiaobao quickly said: "Where is the boss, where should Xuantie buy?"

“Tibetan Pavilion, there are some material shops and even pharmacies are selling.”

"Thank you for your boss." Hong Xiaobao immediately said that the treasure chest is the most complete thing, regardless of the drug weapons, all the materials, but also the most expensive, so Hong Xiaobao is not considered, and the material store is estimated to be cheaper one or two percent, after all, This thing is just needed, but it is not half as cheap as medicine. Of course, the best situation is to buy from the monks, it can be nearly half cheaper!

Thinking about it, I looked around and found a material shop and left.

Each shop has its own characteristics, such as the strong aura in the medicinal store, such as the coldness of the weapon shop, and the material shop... let Hong Xiaobao think of the waste recycling station. Many of the things inside have accumulated thick dust. Anyway, these things have no shelf life. I am afraid that some of them have been put in the store for dozens or even hundreds of years.

"Boss, how to sell Xuan Tie?" Hong Xiaobao asked with great interest.

The boss looked up at Hong Xiaobao, and it seemed that there was not much interest. "Thirty-four spirits per catty."

"Hey!" Hong Xiaobao was overjoyed, and the pan was generally more than ten kilograms. So, wouldn’t he be able to buy a pot with five hundred Lingling crystals? Now that I have more than 400 Lingjing, it is enough!

"Ha ha ha ha!" The old man suddenly laughed: "Why don't you ask how much a pound of black iron is?"

Hong Xiaobao snorted in his heart, and his heart raised a bad feeling. He cautiously asked: "The boss, give me a look."

When I saw the mysterious iron handed over by the boss, Hong Xiaobao stunned. It was only as big as the egg yolk. "Is this a pound!!" When this little black iron got the hand of Hong Xiaobao, he found himself wrong. Some are outrageous...

Such a small piece, at least four or five pounds! !

Then you need to build a pot at least... one hundred pounds!

"Hey!" Hong Xiaobao sighed in his heart, and lost his soul and walked out of the store.

"Ha ha ha ha!" The old man laughed again. "This bird is not awkward. The black iron is more expensive than this. If you count it, this black iron pot needs at least three or four thousand. The old man can’t see the mystery. Iron, but this thing is a good thing for the underlying monks of your level. If you are richer, you can use it on the blade. Others buy it by two. You have to press the pound, and you have to buy a hundred pounds, hahahaha!"

"Yes," Hong Xiaobao lamented. At the end, some did not give up and asked: "I can only plate a layer of black iron like a sword?"

"The thicker, the more you can store heat, the thin layer has a fart! And you have to know that this is your weapon. How can you get it without a hundred pounds?" The old man said that the more he came, the more he was Hong Xiaobao. Interrupted.

"Wait, wait, etc.!" Hong Xiaobao did not know how the heart rushed: "Old man, what weapons are you talking about?"

"Weapons!" Yin Jiu said: "Think about it, a black iron pot with a weight of more than one hundred kilograms, a shield and a sledgehammer, and cooking, which is absolutely superior in your level of monks. One artifact!"

Hong Xiaobao suddenly emerged a picture, his opponent's white fluttering, long swordssen, cold proud said: "The sword is three feet three, a total of nine pounds and nine two, from the deep sea azure blue casting for ninety-nine days!"

And I hold a pot, "Xuan iron pot..."

Scorpio! This is a picture of what is missing! !