Qin Huan knew the origin of the fierce sword, but he didn't expect that a stone would make the fierce sword vibrate inexplicably.
Qin Huan's divine sense shrouded the small stone and felt it carefully. He was even more surprised. This is not a spirit stone, nor is it a spirit stone of some attribute, but what is it that makes the fierce knife move?
"Is the stone also covered with the blood of people familiar to the fierce sword?" Qin Huan was shocked, isn't it too shocking?
Let's not say that the fierce sword was obtained from the refining tower of the Jain family, and the refining tower of the Jain family can be traced back to the early period. Are these stones from a battlefield in the early period??
"Wait, is this a spirit stone?" Qin Huan glanced at the broken sword on the ground, and another thought suddenly appeared in his mind.
In the past, he read numerous ancient books, among which there were records about the weapon spirit stone, but it was extremely rare. The difficulty of its formation was more difficult than thunder spirit stone and fire spirit stone. This was the pure power after the weapon was destroyed and the weapon spirit was erased. The weapon spirit stone could be formed only after accumulation over time!
If it is really a tool spirit stone, it will be much faster to reshape the fierce knife tool spirit in the future, and even make the tool spirit return to the level of the former Dao level tool spirit.
Although it was a guess, Qin Huan must know where these stones came from. Immediately, Qin Huan put down the black stone and picked up the broken sword. He pretended to look at it. After looking at it for a long time, Qin Yu reluctantly put it down and asked, "Taoist friend, how do you sell these broken swords?"
The disciple looked at Qin Huan and said, "each piece has a hundred contribution points!"
Qin Huan raised his eyebrows. He could really speak to the lion. Qin Huan got up and left without saying a word.
The disciple was stunned. The reason why he dared to shout the price was that Qin Huan thought Qin Huan was interested in it for a long time, but he didn't expect Qin Huan to leave directly after hearing the price. You also paid the price.
"Taoist friend, wait!" the disciple quickly stopped Qin Huan. He needed a lot of contribution recently, so he would sell all his possessions.
"How much do you give?" seeing Qin Huan's not stopping, the disciple was anxious and asked loudly.
Qin Huan then stopped and turned to sneer: "I didn't tell you that you really treat these things as treasures? To tell you the truth, if I hadn't just been promoted to five generations of disciples and needed to buy something to decorate my room, you thought I would like these? What's the use of these residual swords and broken swords besides looking old? They can't even compare with the lowest level spirit tools... You sell 100 contribution points."
The disciple was almost shocked by Qin Huan's anger. Although these things are really useless, he risked his life to get them. How dare you use them to decorate the room?
Just as he was about to run away, he heard Qin Yu say, "it's useless to break the sword. The purple stone is good. I feel there is some lightning on it. Unfortunately... It's too few. Otherwise, it's good to collect thousands of purple stones to decorate the room! How many purple stones do you have? If there are many, I'll take them. That's all."
Although the disciple was very angry, he heard Qin Huan's words behind him. He had an idea and said, "I have so many on me, but if Taoist friends want to, I know where to have..."
"Where?" Qin Huan said without changing his face.
"It's OK to tell you, but it needs 300 contribution points!" the disciple turned his eyes and said.
Qin Huan didn't bother to answer, but turned around to leave. The disciple was worried. In fact, he didn't know what to do with these things. He picked them up when he went out to practice. Because the place was strange, he instinctively thought the things there were extraordinary, but after he picked them up, he studied them for several months and didn't get anything.
After selling here for a few days, other things were almost sold, but no one asked about them. If there were no more things to sell and more than 100 contribution points, the disciple wanted to give up.
"One hundred and fifty contribution points, no less!" the disciple said with gritting teeth.
"How do I know if you lied to me? What if you draw a map for me?" Qin Huan said disdainfully.
"If you can't find it, you can come to me. My name is Liu Fei and I live in Tianyue peak..." the disciple was afraid that Qin Huan didn't believe it and revealed his identity and place of residence.
Seeing this, Qin Huan stared at his disciples for a long time before he said, "are you sure you didn't lie to me? Is there really anything else there?"
"It's true!" the disciple nodded vigorously for fear that Qin Huan would not believe him.
"Draw the place, pay the money and deliver the goods!" Qin Huan said.
The disciple was so happy that he quickly took out a piece of animal skin and began painting. Qin Huan had not explained the details on the way. After painting, Qin Huan set aside 150 contribution points for the disciple.
All the animal skins, purple stones, black stones on the ground and broken swords of the disabled soldiers were included in the virtual ring. When he left, Qin Huan didn't forget to add a sentence: "if there are other things that look good, don't forget to show me. As long as they can decorate the room, I'll take them."
"Sure!" the disciple nodded with a smile and scolded in his heart: "fool! Decorate the room... I think you're full! If you go to that place, you'll never come back..."
Qin Huan was forced to return to his place of residence immediately. Although he had a map, his strength was not restored. He could not see it in a short time.
After a few rounds, Qin Huan was surprised to find that Wanjun refined iron was not sold in the square, only rented... And there were disciples who rented Wanjun refined iron
Qin Huan had heard of Wan Jun refined iron for a long time. It was almost unique to the ancient sect of refining. He went to the refined wood forest to cut down the refined wood, which was used to refine the WAN Jun refined iron.
Qin Huan thought Wanjun refined iron was iron plate, but unexpectedly, all Wanjun refined iron was made into battle fist, wrist guard, armor and leg guard, which is very convenient to wear.
Qin Huan picked up a wrist guard at random. What made him suck the air was that the seemingly ordinary wrist guard weighed more than a thousand kilograms.
At the beginning, Tengshan said that the weight of Wanjun refined iron is divided by stone, and one stone is equal to 120 kg, that is to say, the lowest Wanjun refined iron has 1200 kg.
Qin Huan looked strange at this thought. Imagine that if he wore a complete set, there would be at least tens of thousands of stones... Wouldn't that be equivalent to pressing a huge mountain?
No wonder, no wonder the disciples of Bailian ancient sect are strong in flesh, and even most of them have opened up a sea of bitterness. Under the heavy pressure of this terrorist force, it is difficult not to open up a sea of bitterness.
"The disciples of the five generations have a special cultivation area. If they wear a set of Wanjun refined iron, they may be able to quickly improve my physical strength! When my physical body reaches a certain level, I can open up a sea of suffering!" Qin Huan said to himself.
After thinking for a long time, Qin Huan gritted his teeth and spent 300 contribution points for three months. After renting a set of 3000 stone fine iron, he left the square city and couldn't wait to go to the cultivation area!