From Dingdingmen Food Street to the east, not far from the thrift trading city, behind the trading city is an old house, sticking to the old city wall under the root, connected with the city gate hole, extending in all directions, there are more than a dozen small alleys in total, no matter which alley mouth enters, you can come out from other alleys.

Qi Hufei walked in from an alley in the west and found that it was dark inside, and there was no street lamp.

Of course, cultivators are not afraid of the dark, but when ordinary people enter here, they are like a blind man, let alone buying things, and even walking is a problem.

But don't say it, there are a lot of ordinary people here. One by one, they either held flashlights or turned on their mobile phones, relying on a little light, looking around, trying to find treasures and pick up leaks from the stalls under the walls on both sides.

Qi Hufei found a very strange thing, many people were wearing the same black cloaks, wrapping their whole bodies tightly, and their faces were not exposed, like ghosts.

And he found that those who wore cloaks did not use flashlights, and most of those who wore flashlights did not wear this kind of cloak.

He sensed it with his divine sense, and found that this cloak actually had the effect of blocking his divine sense.

He understood that this was for the exclusive use of cultivators, and the role was to prevent the exposure of his identity.

This is indeed a very good way, everyone wears the same cloak, so that people cannot distinguish the body and appearance, and it can block people's divine consciousness, even if two people know each other, they cannot recognize each other. It is also difficult to trace the identity of the buyer and seller after the fact for a transaction completed here.

I just don't know where this cloak is sold?

Qi was eager to ask someone, but most of them were in a hurry, focused on finding what they were looking for, rather than talking to strangers.

He silently recited and saw that the dragon was in the field, and a lot of light appeared in his consciousness, and the stars were sprinkled all over the neighborhood like starlight, some places were a little sparse, some places were denser, some were brighter, some were darker.

He walked towards the area where the light was denser, because the denser the light, the more cultivators there were.

And several spots with relatively high relative brightness are also in those areas.

As he passed through the mouth of an alley, he heard the sound of tinkling iron.

This made him very curious, the blacksmith shop was a rare thing these days, and striking iron in the middle of the night in such a ghost market could only mean that he was not beating ordinary iron, but building cultivation weapons.

Qi Hu flew into the alley and walked.

There was no one in the long alley, only a little light was seen in the depths of the alley, and the sound of striking iron came from there.

This glimmer of light is what the mind sees, and what the eye sees.

He walked over and saw that there was a shop open.

A sturdy man was swinging a hammer in front of the stove, clanging the pieces of iron in his hand.

The light I saw just now was the light of the fire.

And the light seen in the consciousness is the long-handled hammer in the blacksmith's hand, especially the hammer head.

Qi Hufei didn't bother, just stood aside and watched silently.

The strong man who struck the iron waved the hammer in his hand and completely ignored the guests who came to the door.

Qi Feifei glanced at the circle of weapons hanging on the wall, most of them were machetes, katanas, and other ordinary objects.

There are one or two things that can be considered cultivation weapons in the middle, but the material is also very average, and it will not be much stronger than his original PS250.

The most valuable thing in the whole shop should be the hammer in the blacksmith's hand.

However, this thing should not be for sale.

Qi Feifei was sure that this blacksmith was by no means an ordinary person.

After a long while, the blacksmith stopped what he was doing, wiped his sweat, turned to look at Qi Hufei and asked, "Repair things?" ”

Qi Hufei really wanted to repair the Xuantie Sword, and asked, "How do you know that I am here to repair things instead of buying things?" ”

The blacksmith said, "My shop is open during the day." Ordinary people will come to buy things during the day, this night the lights are dark, and there is a clanging sound of iron in the alley, and the common people call this a ghost striking iron, and they dare not come in. ”

Qi Hufei said, "Cultivators can't buy things? ”

The blacksmith said, "Those who come to buy things are wearing cloaks of the four directions. When you come in like this, you usually come to me with old objects to repair. ”

Qi Hufei asked curiously: "Why do you have to bring a cloak when you buy things, and you don't need to repair things?" ”

"Those who come to buy things, one hand of money and one hand, and leave after buying. The quad cloak can hide identity. But if you're here to fix something, you put on a cloak and put it here, and you come and get it next time, how do I know who you are? ”

Qi Hufei was right to think about it, so he asked, "Who invented the Quartet Cloak?" Where do they sell? ”

The blacksmith looked him up and down a few times and said, "It turns out that he is a rookie who came to the ghost market for the first time." ”

Qi Feifei didn't mind the blacksmith calling him a rookie.

He could see that this strong man who spoke loudly did not have half a disdain in his tone, he was probably born so straightforward, and he said what he thought.

He smiled and said, "I sincerely ask for advice." ”

The blacksmith said, "I don't know who invented the cloak, but it's been around for hundreds of years." But who is selling, everyone knows. If you want to buy it, go to the third alley in front of you, where there is a shop that specializes in cloaks. ”

Qi Hufei asked again: "Why don't you bring a cloak?" ”

The blacksmith said, "I open a shop here to make iron, and people can't run, and the shop can't run." People who often come to the ghost market know me Tie Niu, I wear a cloak, isn't it to cover my ears and steal the bell? ”

"So your name is Tie Niu!" Qi Hufei said, "My name is Qi Hufei and I am from Honggu County. ”

Tie Niu was stunned for a moment and said, "You are the second person I have ever seen who declares his home in the ghost market. ”

"Who's the first one?"

"It's a monk, called Fazhou."

"Fazhou?"

Qi Hufei remembered the little monk holding the Buddha bone relic.

Tie Niu said, "The monks don't speak, but why are you? ”

Qi Hufei said, "Didn't you tell me your name too?" ”

Tie Niu said: "I'm different, I'm just an ironworker." ”

Qi Hufei said: "If you tell me, I will tell you, this is called fairness." ”

"Fair?" Iron Bull snorted, "Interesting." ”

Qi Hufei glanced at the hammer on the stove, didn't say anything more, took out the dark iron sword on his body, and handed it to the blacksmith.

He was so generous, he reported his family again, and he openly took out the Xuantie Sword, just to let people know that he came to the Quartet Ghost Market tonight.

This Xuantie sword was obtained from an ancient monk, not to mention 10,000 years, there will always be thousands of years, no one should care about the origin of the sword.

And the Chengying Sword can't be used publicly, he always has a sword in his hand that can be used publicly.

He was reluctant to go to the 4S shop to spend that unjust money, and he was not very satisfied with the function of those swords.

If this sword can be repaired, it must be a very practical sword.

When the Xuantie Sword is in the light and the Chengying Sword is in the dark, his combat effectiveness will be greatly improved.

As for the origin of this sword, he can probably say that it was passed on to him by his master, but because it was broken, it has never been useful.

When it is repaired, I will use the relationship between the City God Division and get a driving license, and everything will be OK.

When the blacksmith held the sword in his hand, his face changed imperceptibly.

"Darksteel?" While he was watching, he gently stroked the blade of the sword with his hand, "What a sword, so cheap!" ”

Suddenly, he shook his head again and sighed, "It's a pity, it's a pity." ”

Qi Feifei asked, "If you say that the sword is good, how can you say that it is a pity?" ”

Tie Niu said: "The black iron content of this sword has reached 90%, which is rare in the world. It's a pity that it's been too old, and the aura has been lost, and it's broken. ”

Qi Fei Qi said: "Is the dark iron content only 90%? I thought it was 100%. ”

Tie Niu said: "If it is 100% dark iron, it will be easy to do." The key is that this sword is also mixed with 10% Kunlun gold.

Although Xuantie is rare, it is not completely absent in the world, and there is a little stock in those major sects. But the gold of Kunlun, even in the ancient flood period, can be called a rare treasure.

Kunlun gold is light and sharp, which can just make up for the defects of slow and dull iron, but this alloy process has long been lost. ”