Like an iron pot that has been burning for more than ten years, it has no lid with an open mouth. There is a fist-sized gap at the edge of the mouth, and below the gap is a crack that extends to the bottom.

It's just such a broken iron cylinder, and no one wants it anywhere! No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like an alchemy furnace! Could the little golden dragon be mistaken?

While he was hesitating, Xiao Yuchen's voice sounded in the sea of knowledge: "Sixth-level spirit weapon, but it is seriously damaged and incomplete, it should have had a lid." ”

Sixth-level spiritual artifacts are extremely rare! Although it is incomplete, it doesn't matter much, anyway, the Shenlong Ding is going to be used for food, but it doesn't hinder anything. It's just that it seems that the stall owner obviously doesn't recognize this small iron jar as a sixth-level spiritual weapon, and he even has to give it away for nothing! If you tell it that this is a sixth-level spiritual weapon, I'm afraid it will sit on the ground and start the price!

"Little Golden Dragon, let's see if it's this!" shouted Feng Tianyan in his senses.

"Buzz!" came a short buzzing sound, apparently right.

His eyes flashed, and Feng Tianyan finally opened his mouth: "Brother stall owner, how embarrassing this is! Do you think this is okay, don't you sit on a stool, and the younger brother will change it with a chair, okay?"

The stall owner was a very cheerful person, and immediately responded: "Success!

Fortunately, the tables, chairs, benches and the like that I brought when I went out last time were still in the Lingxu space, so Feng Tianyan took a chair out and replaced the small iron cylinder. In order not to make the stall owner suspicious, he chose a few more things from the stall and bought them.

Not long after Feng Qianyan threw the small iron jar into the spirit ruins, he heard a full burp sound of "hiccup-" coming from inside. I couldn't help but curse secretly in my heart: foodie!

Although until now, the little golden dragon has not shown any other abnormal behavior, Feng Qianyan still remembers what Xiao Yuchen said, this arrogant little golden dragon was forced to obey softly, and he was unwilling. In order to prevent future troubles, you really need to find a suitable time to tame it!

After turning around a few more stalls, Feng Qianyan bought ten blood sacrifice grasses and twenty wood flowers, and looked for them in the spirit ring and space, and found that there were exactly three other medicinal materials for refining the third-level pill blood spirit pill, so he thought about going back in the afternoon to try it. When this blood elixir is taken, it can replenish a large amount of blood and spiritual power at the same time, and the effect is several times better than that of the second-order elixir.

Now refining the first-grade and second-grade pills is already a matter of ease and no difficulty for Feng Qianyan. Moreover, during this time, Feng Qianyan's spiritual power has also made a lot of progress, and it is time to try refining the third-level elixir.

Just as he was about to reach the end of the stall, Feng suddenly stopped, turned his head, and looked at the stall he had just walked past.

A palm-sized stone slab came into view. It looked very similar to the five stone slabs that were exchanged for a hundred spirit pills in the ghost market last time.

Feng Qianyan looked at the five stone slabs lying quietly in the spirit ring, and after comparing them, he determined that this one should be from the same stone slab as the five stones.

So he took a few steps back, squatted down in front of the stall, stretched out his little finger and pointed at the slate: "How to sell this?"

"Just exchange, don't sell. One hundred elixirs. A low, old voice came from under the huge hood.

The wind poured into his eyes. Although I couldn't see my face, the voice ...... It's the stall owner who sold slate last time!

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