In the corner of the side hall, there is a rather peculiar stall. [No pop-ups.]

The reason why it is peculiar is the appearance of the stall owner, as well as the items exchanged at the stall, which are all very peculiar.

The stall owner was an old man with a black and white beard, whose beard was so long that it hung down to his knees, and the old man sat there, his beard hanging directly to the ground, like a curtain.

In the stalls, the items placed are all blades, but they are rusty knives and broken swords and other weapons, each of which is old and tattered, and looks like a completely scrapped blade.

"Guest, these blades are all from ancient tombs, such as this knife, don't look at it as it has been corroded and has no spirituality, but it is from a 10,000-year-old tomb. Such a knife, nothing else, just the age, exchanging for a bottle of earth-level divine pill, is it not too much......"

At the stall, the old man stroked his beard with one hand and fiddled with a rusty broken knife in the other, explaining the value of the artifact to the crowd around him.

The old man's voice, with its strange demagogy, caused many people to stop and listen to him tell him about the preciousness of these tattered blades.

Some of the powerhouses around him were already showing their intentions, and they wanted to buy one or two broken blades and take them back to study.

Among the people present, there was no shortage of high-ranking people with vicious eyes, and they could also recognize that the age of these mutilated blades was indeed like that of the long-bearded old man, and it had a long history.

However, a broken knife requires a bottle of earth-level divine pill, which is too tricky.

"A bottle of earth-level divine pill, my old man, why don't you grab it? Doing business here is too black-hearted, but no one will patronize it." Someone laughed and sneered.

The long-bearded old man squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "Do business, since you are asking prices all over the sky, and you will pay back the money on the ground." In this way, at a fixed price, each ancient divine weapon here only sells five earth-level divine pills. That's a fair price, isn't it?"

"It's still too high!" someone shook his head, disagreeing with the exchange price of the five earth-level divine pills.

In fact, even a broken blade excavated from a 10,000-year-old tomb has no value at all if its spirituality is lost and its material is severely corroded.

However, it is possible to deduce the secrets of some ancient tombs from these broken blades, which is also the value that the surrounding people care about.

However, whether it can be successfully speculated is unknown. Using five earth-level divine pills to exchange for a remnant blade that may be a scrap product is something that no one wants.

"Three earth-level divine pills! The long-bearded old man said categorically, "The second elder dares to guarantee that the ancient divine weapons here are at least from ancient tombs that are more than five thousand years old, and before they are damaged, they are at least earth-level divine weapons. Guests, you can take a look, if there is one piece that is less than 5,000 years old, the second child will give it to you for free!"

At this time, the crowd around them looked at each other, and some people with good eyesight were squinting, looking at the more than twenty broken blades on the stall, trying to distinguish whether there were any ancient blades less than five thousand years old.

Then, no one spoke, and the crowd at the scene understood that the long-bearded old man was right, and there was indeed no year for a single blade here, less than five thousand years.

It's just that no one has made a move for a long time, after all, the value of three earth-level divine pills is still a bit high. Even those powerful disciples, although they also have a ground-level divine pill at hand, they are not very willing to make a move easily.

If you are careless and make a complete waste blade, won't you be laughed at by someone.

At this moment, a man wearing a cloak walked out of the crowd and walked straight to the front of the stall, it was Qin Mo. He crouched down, casually examined the broken blades, picked out seven of them, and threw them into the treasure bag.

"These, I want them. Qin Mo casually threw a bottle of elixir to the long-bearded old man.

"Ground-level detoxification elixir!?" The old man lifted the cork, sniffed it, and his eyes suddenly lit up, he was an expert, and he knew the value of the ground-level detoxification elixir.

Moreover, there are twenty-two pills in this bottle of elixir, which can be regarded as one more.

"Thank you, officer, you really know the goods! Are you still interested in the rest? The second child can give you a discount." The long-bearded old man smiled.

Qin Mo shook his head and turned to leave, while the crowd around him rushed up to buy the remaining broken blades.

Squeezed into the crowd, Qin Mo turned sideways slightly, looking at the hot scene of the crowd rushing to buy in front of the long-bearded old man's stall, he shook his head secretly: "In this group of people, there is not a single one who knows the goods? ”

Looking at the scene of the group of people snatching their heads, Qin Mo shrugged his shoulders and walked towards the other stalls.

In the lampholder space, Yin Cheng and Gao Xiao were fiddling with the seven broken blades, and the two guys nodded frequently, very satisfied with the deal.

"Hehe, that bearded old man must think that he has made a lot of money, and he must think that we are big fools with no eyesight. Actually, that old guy is blind, stupid, stupid......"

The tall man muttered like this, and couldn't help but laugh out loud, full of pride.

Next to him, Yin Cheng grinned: "Is this what you can see? It's not a reminder from Lord Benhu, of course, this son's vision is not bad." ”

In fact, the items on the long-bearded old man's stall were felt by Qin Mo and Yin Cheng at the same time.

Whew......

Yin Cheng blew out a mouthful of green flames, wrapped in seven broken blades, under the smelting of the demon clan's holy fire, these broken ancient soldiers immediately turned into molten juice, and they quickly melted away, leaving not even a single dregs behind.

Such a scene, if it is seen by those people who snatch their heads outside, they will definitely turn black and beat their chests with regret.

If it is the material of a ground-level divine weapon, it has not been completely corroded, and under the smelting of the demon clan's holy fire, at least some essence will be left.

Now, the remnants of the seven soldiers have all melted away, and it is clear that these ancient blades have long been wasted, and they have no value at all.

However, on the handle of one of the broken knives, there was a circle of black and rusty metal wires entwined, but it was not damaged in the [Blue Flame Glazed Fire].

As the rust on the wire peeled off, wisps of jet-black luster came out, and a chill spread, repelling the breath of the four or five colors of the divine earth.

In a moment, under the smelting of the [Blue Flame Glazed Sacred Flame], this circle of metal filaments changed rapidly, turning into half a finger thick metal, black and clear, like a piece of black ink.

"It's really cold! There are so many half fingers. ”

"This kind of divine gold is a treasure for casting holy weapons, and the stupid old man actually tied it with this kind of divine object in order to connect the broken hilt. Stupid, stupid pig, hahaha......"

Yincheng, tall and short, with bright eyes, are very coveted, and want to keep them for themselves.

"This is something that the swordsman's predecessors asked for, if you want to grab it, you can do it yourself. Qin Mo pouted in warning.

The reason why he noticed this divine gold was the golden sword mark in his body, which conveyed a wisp of thought, telling him to take this thing.

Now listening to Yincheng's narration, Qin Mo also understood that this kind of divine gold is cold earth gold, and it is a sacred object for casting holy weapons.

Regarding the name of this kind of divine gold, Qin Mo had heard of it, but the real thing was the first time he had seen it.

Such a section of [Hanluo Divine Gold], don't be a bottle of earth-level divine pill, even a bottle of heaven-level divine pill can't be bought.

When Yin Cheng and Gao Xiao heard Qin Mo's warning, they immediately wilted, and they were afraid of the owner of the Golden Sword Mark.

"With the [Hanluo Divine Gold], the sword body of the [Crazy Moon Earth Que Sword] is enough to be reforged, and some materials for the spirit of the machine are also cast. ”

Thinking like this, Qin Mo continued to watch from the various stalls.

Reforging a divine weapon, especially a divine weapon above the heavens, requires unimaginable materials. In addition, the time required to reforge is also extremely long.

Of course, if there are enough precious divine materials, the time to reforge will be greatly shortened.

The time of the battle with Qingjian Qilin was very close, and Qin Mo didn't have so much time to wait, so he could only collect enough divine materials to shorten the time for recasting as much as possible.

"The two most important parts of reforging the Divine Weapon are the material of the sword body and the material of the machine spirit. The latter is hard to find......"

After looking around and not seeing anything useful, Qin Mo couldn't help but have a headache.

At this moment, a commotion came from the door, the crowd parted, and a group of people came over, for a fiery red shadow, like fireworks blooming in flames, reflecting the entire side hall.

(End of chapter)