There is really nothing out of the Feng family's Yi Ji, and it is not on the same level as Jingbo City, but what Xiao Hua needs is not a finished product, and after buying a lot of low-grade rune paper and rune ink, he has nothing to buy, and then he copied his hands, walked around slowly, and waited for an hour to come.

"Hey, what is this?" Xiao Hua wandered for a long time, standing here and squatting there, looking extremely leisurely, but when he walked to a small stall, his eyes were immediately attracted by a pitch-black stick more than a foot long on it, the stick was thrown on the side of the stall, there were some messy things on the stall, it seemed that Xiao Hua was not in a hurry to move forward, just stood quietly in a slightly more crowded place next to him, as if he was negotiating with others, but his eyes glanced at the stall from time to time.

The owner of the stall was a stout middle-aged man, with a large square face and rough skin, which did not look like a monk. It seems that the things in the man's stall are not attractive, almost all of them look at it casually, and do not stop at all, even if a few people stop, their eyes sweep the things on the stall, and before they can stand firmly, they walk away, and the middle-aged man has a very obvious anxiety on his face, and stretches out his hand from time to time, wanting to greet people, but the words in his mouth do not say a word after all!

After looking at it for a while, Xiao Hua had a plan in his heart, and slowly walked to the middle-aged monk's stall, and saw Xiao Hua stopping at his stall. However, still, the monk still did not speak, only looked at Xiao Hua eagerly, and pointed at his stall with his hand.

"Could it be that he is a mute?、, Xiao Hua frowned and thought to himself.

He looked at it for a moment, picked up a palm-sized brown thing that he had just looked at and said with a smile: "This fellow Daoist, what is this?"

The middle-aged monk opened his mouth and blushed, and finally said: "This is a lump of black gold, it is a medium-grade material used in refining..."

After the monk finished speaking, he let out a long breath, and the red sè on his face also lightened a little, and he looked at Xiao Hua's calm expression, and then continued: "This thing, if you want to be a Taoist friend............... I would like to have ...... Please take it out...... Three...... Three...... Medium ...... Pinling Stone ......"

The monk said with a lot of effort, Xiao Hua heard it with a lot of effort, and when he finished speaking, Xiao Hua pointed to the thing next to him and said, "Are these all used in refining weapons?" "Yes yes" When the middle-aged monk heard this, he nodded vigorously, there are not many monks who come to the Feng family to collect it, and even fewer know how to refine weapons, and his materials are not particularly good, so no one has come to exchange with him, and now listening to Xiao Hua's tone, he doesn't seem to understand too much, although he doesn't know if Xiao Hua really wants to buy it, but someone comes to see it, and he is also happy.

Xiao Hua put down the Ugin in his hand, picked up another piece, and while looking at it, he thought, looking at the monk's five big and three thick appearances, it must be a disciple of a small sect who knows how to refine qi, although he doesn't understand the materials of these refining weapons, he may not be able to use them in the future, there are a lot of spirit stones in his own space, you might as well buy some!

Thinking about it, Xiao Hua said casually: "What about this? What is it?" "This ...... This...... Block-poor ...... Road...... Dao also...... I don't know...... I know!" I thought it was because Xiao Hua asked what he didn't know, the man's stuttering was even more serious, and he only raised his finger and said, "One...... A piece of medium ...... Medium ...... Spirit...... Spirit Stones!"

After finishing speaking, he wiped the sweat on his head with his hand.

Xiao Hua almost smiled, but he could barely hold back his head and said, "Since this is the case, let's buy some." ”

"Okay" The middle-aged monk was overjoyed, rubbed his hands, and said, "I don't know............... , Daoyou...... Want...... What do you want......... Which one?" "These" Xiao Hua thought about it in his heart, and with a stroke of his hand, he actually pulled most of the things on the middle-aged monk's small stall.

"This ...... This...... This...... So...... Much?" the middle-aged monk's words became more and more unsmooth.

"Hmm!" Xiao Hua nodded, then pointed at the pitch-black stick very casually, and asked casually, "Is this also used for refining?"

The middle-aged monk squatted down, gathered up the materials that Xiao Hua had drawn just now, his mouth cracked wide, calculating how many spirit stones these materials were worth, listening to Xiao Hua's words, he looked at Xiao Hua's fingers, his eyes only swept on the stick, and said, "No...... No...... Be...... Is it poor......... Poor Path Practice...... The East ...... of Strength Stuff!"

When Xiao Hua heard this, his eyes became brighter, and his tone trembled slightly: "Can you sell it to Poor Dao?"

"Sell? no...... No...... Sell!" The middle-aged monk said without raising his head.

Xiao Hua's heart was so cold, and he was about to open his mouth to increase the price, but the monk said again: "Dao... Fellow Daoists, if you are curious, you can only get it,......... , moving, poor road...... I'll send it to you!"

Zuihou's words seem to be bold, and he said it very neatly.

"Haha" Xiao Hua's heart was happy, and he reached out to pick up the black stick, although the stick was extremely heavy, but in Xiao Hua's hands, it didn't seem too hard!

"Dao...... Daoyou ...... Good...... Good...... "The middle-aged monk was a little surprised.

"Then the poor road can be taken away、, Xiao Hua asked unceremoniously.

"Please" The middle-aged monk was also quite sharp, waved his hand and said, "That thing... I don't know what it is, it's in a... One ,............... In the middle of the mountain stream...... Pick it up, Dao...... Daoyou ...... These...... The material is ...... altogether

Common............... Seventy...... Eight pieces...... Medium ...... Pin Lingshi!" "Okay!" Xiao Hua looked left and right, no one paid attention, waved his hand, put the black sè stick into the space, and then put the materials on the ground into the storage bag, and said with a smile: "Where is the storage bag of Daoyou? The middle-aged monk hurriedly untied his storage bag, and when Xiao Hua put the seventy-eight medium-grade spirit stones into his storage bag, the stone in his heart fell to the ground, he almost didn't believe it, only the little monk of the second layer of qi refining could take out so many spirit stones and buy so many refining materials.

The middle-aged monk looked left and right, and said in a paper voice: "Buy and buy so... It's better to buy as many materials as you can!" Xiao Hua praised in his heart, and said with a smile: "Poor Dao informed, thank you for pointing out, but Poor Dao is not alone, and there is also a master here!" "Oh" The middle-aged monk suddenly nodded, and said with a smile: "Poor Dao thinks a lot............... ," Xiao Hua didn't stay long, arched his hand and left, he walked while putting the tip of the magic spear in the space with the pitch-black stick, and sure enough, the crack at the bottom of the tip of the magic spear and the crack of the stick were together, and it was tightly fit!

"Hehe, I'll just say it! This crack just now looks familiar, and it really is!" Xiao Hua was very happy in his heart, he really went to the stall to buy the materials for those refining weapons because of this guess, and after he knew the weight of this stick, he was even more tense, this must be a magic weapon!

"Just look at it like this, this magic weapon is still incomplete, and the back of the stick is still truncated!" Xiao Hua looked at the crack behind the stick and said thoughtfully: "I don't know whose handwriting this is, I can actually cut this hard magic weapon into several pieces! Well, even if I have this magic weapon by chance, how can I restore them completely?" Immediately, Xiao Hua saw the large number of refining materials he had just bought, and thought to himself: "Could it be............... Do you still want to practice refining weapons?" "This magic weapon is a thing in the demon realm, and the refining method of cultivating the true realm may not be able to be used, besides, why should I restore this magic weapon, just have a spear tip that can be used!" Xiao Hua immediately woke up and thought with a wry smile.

After looking at it for a while, Xiao Hua didn't know that the time was almost up, so he walked towards the valley, and sure enough, there were not many people entering the valley at this time, only a young disciple stood there bored, looking around.

Xiao Hua saw that Fengji Mansion was not there, and he didn't go forward, paced to a slightly secluded place, took out the communication charm, and urged the messenger to turn into a light and actually flew into the stone wall next to him, but after a while, he saw Feng Ji Mansion appear very abruptly from the corner of the stone wall in the distance, look left and right, and walk straight to Xiao Hua.

"What's going on with Feng Daoyou?" Xiao Hua waited for the Feng Ji Mansion to get closer, and said with a smile.

"I'm afraid this is a bit troublesome!" said Feng Jifu with a slight frown.

Xiao Hua was stunned for a moment, his heart was cold, and he said in a low voice: "I still hope that Feng Daoyou will make it clear!"

Feng Ji Mansion looked left and right, and said in a low voice: "Fellow Daoists, please come with the poor Dao!"

Xiao Hua walked to the side of the stone wall with Feng Ji Mansion, and said in a low voice: "Don't hide it from fellow Daoists, Poor Dao knows a few loose cultivators, they always have some rare goods, where these things come from, Poor Dao naturally won't ask more, they are inconvenient to come to my Feng family's Yiji, every time Yiji will always entrust the poor Dao's uncle to take them to consign, because the poor Dao's uncle went out temporarily a few days ago to have something to do, and handed over this matter to the poor Dao to deal with." And the pill that Daoyou said, every time they can always take out a little bit, that's why, when the poor Daoist saw that Daoist was eager to ask for medicine, he agreed!" "Could it be that there is no pill this time?" Xiao Huaqi said.

"Hehe, it was just beyond the expectations of Daoyou. Feng Jifu shook his head and said, "It's not that there is nothing this time, but it's ...... It's too much!"

"Ah, it's too much?" Xiao Hua was overjoyed, but he was still puzzled: "Since there is, why do Daoyou say it's troublesome?" Feng Jifu smiled bitterly: "It's their requirements that are more demanding!"

"Strange, what's so harsh? Please also ask Daoist friends to explain huò!" Xiao Hua arched his hand. @。