Every thing placed randomly in the courtyard has hidden mysteries, and it can be said that any thing in the courtyard can make cultivators scramble to fight for it.

These long swords, short daggers, etc., which were randomly thrown in the courtyard, seemed to be very inconspicuous, but they were all good treasures for those cultivators whose strength was in the middle and lower stages.

A cultivator's own self-cultivation is of course important, but the weapons he uses are even more important.

A good weapon will bring great benefits to yourself, which is related to whether you can give full play to your strength and play to the extreme when fighting with others.

It is not easy to find a good weapon, and it is even more difficult to find a weapon that is good and suitable for oneself, so when a good weapon appears, everyone is busy trying to fight for it.

Sweeping this not small yard at a glance, Zheng Qingyue was shocked by her little brother of the local tyrant, these things in her little brother's yard are too damn valuable!

If you pick up any one and sell it, you can change it to a half-sized yard on Changliu Street, the most prosperous street in the imperial capital.

Why didn't she find out before that her little brother was such a tyrant!

And looking at the pieces in the yard, any one of them can be used as a baby bump, and the weapons that fight for the head to break the blood flow are actually thrown in the yard by her little brother at will, and let the wind and frost and rain shine every day.

Zheng Qingyue felt that her little brother was simply destroying the heavens!

Zheng Qingyue looked at these weapons that were randomly thrown in the yard, and felt that it was really a waste, although she couldn't use these weapons in her strength, but there were still many people outside who needed them!

Zheng Qingyue walked step by step, looking at the weapons in the courtyard, with a regretful face.

When Zheng Twenty came out of the house, he saw Zheng Qingyue looking distressed, looking at the things that were randomly placed in the yard.

"Sister, what are you looking at?" Zheng Twenty raised his feet and walked towards Zheng Qingyue.

"There's nothing to look at in these broken copper and iron, come over and see what good things the little brother has prepared for you." Zheng Twenty pulled Zheng Qingyue, who was looking at those weapons, and glanced at the "broken copper and iron" that he abandoned with disgust.

"Broken copper?"

Zheng Qingyue looked at it in surprise, and said the words "broken copper and iron" with a calm face, Zheng Twenty.

Zheng Twenty looked at Zheng Qingyue, who was excited and surprised, and asked with a little puzzlement, "Isn't it?" ”

Isn't it?

Of course not!!

Zheng Qingyue was so excited that she couldn't control her expression, oh my little brother!

Do you know what extravagant things you're doing?

Zheng Qingyue looked at Zheng Twenty with a sad look, and said excitedly: "Little brother, don't you know that these things are very valuable and needed?" ”

"Really?"

Zheng Twenty still had a skeptical attitude, obviously underestimating these "broken copper and iron".

"Can these 'broken copper and iron' still be sold for money?" With a suspicious gaze, Zheng Twenty glanced at the rusty weapons on the ground that had been oxidized by the rain, wind and frost.

Zheng Qingyue didn't know what to say, her little brother was really a local tyrant, but he didn't know it.

"These, of course, can be sold for money, little brother, don't you know that cultivators need these weapons very much?"

"I know, but these are the scraps that I used to refine the weapon that failed!"

"None of them are perfect and successful weapons, they are all scrapped products, how can they be considered weapons?" Zheng Twenty said it as it should be.