"......" It seems that there is no hope, Hong Xiaobao sighed, he actually understands in his heart, this kind of nitrate poison is afraid that the pot comes with it, can you wash off the salty taste of salt? No? That's the reason.

"So I still have to make money!" Hong Xiaobao felt that he was the most miserable person in this world, what kind of food, drink and clothing in the palace did not have hundreds of things? And now he has to work hard to make money, and he keeps wailing at the moment: "Life is hard......

"Old man, do you know where you can buy the materials for casting pots here?" Hong Xiaobao was worried about the pot, not to mention anything else, this is related to his future foodie body dominating the world, although he knows that his current spirit crystal is not enough, but knowing the specific price is naturally good to plan.

"What kind of person is the old man, do you think the old man has been here where the bird doesn't?" Yin Jiuyou's voice revealed a disdain.

"Awesome!" Hong Xiaobao said casually, thought about it, and decided to go tomorrow to see the price of Xuantie in Leiyin City, the price of materials is not fixed, if Leiyin City is rich in Xuaniron, then the price of Xuantie must be very low, at the last moment before going to bed Hong Xiaobao was still dreaming: "If you can buy dozens of spirit crystals...... Ho Ho ......"

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Early the next morning, Hong Xiaobao set off to Xishi with a hundred spirit crystals and Hong Ji Gong Gold Sore Medicine. Why do you bring gold sore medicine? If there is a business sent to the door, Hong Xiaobao can't refuse, right?

In his opinion, it was supposed to be the morning when many monks entered the Blue Moon Mountain Range, and they would be here to replenish, which must have been very lively, but at this moment, it was surprisingly a little deserted, and the entire West Market was sparse.

"Could it be that Ben Gongzi came too early?" Hong Xiaobao muttered to himself.

A stall on the side glanced at him like an idiot: "The people who entered the mountain set off a day or two earlier when the demon beast was sleeping soundly, if the hungry demon beast that entered the mountain now didn't eat you?"

"Oh...... Hey, hey, hey!" Hong Xiaobao laughed, chatted a few more words, and realized that it was generally Yinshi, that is, three to five o'clock in the morning, when he entered the mountain, it would not be too dark at that time, and most of the demon beasts had not woken up yet, the danger was the lowest, and the hunting was the easiest. And the West Market will be lively at its own time and noon, and it will be almost noon at that time, and the first wave of monks who collected medicine in the depths of the Blue Moon Mountain Range have returned, and at the same time, merchants who have purchased medicinal materials and materials have also been dispatched, which is the most lively.

Hong Xiaobao muttered. After thinking about it for a few turns, I didn't see anyone who was "probably a monk", and the people who saw these stalls were probably all merchants, and it was estimated that no one would come to buy their own gold sore medicine, so I looked around at the moment and came directly to a foundry shop.

"Boss, do you have Xuantie?" asked Hong Xiaobao.

The boss was stunned for a moment and said, "Yes." ”

"Haha!" Hong Xiaobao said happily, he had never touched these things, and he didn't know that although Xuantie was valuable, it was not rare, just like gold, it was very valuable in the mortal world, but it was sold everywhere. So he thought that Xuantie was difficult to find, but he didn't expect it to be in the first store, and he said happily: "How to sell it?"

"Not for sale!" The boss glanced at Hong Xiaobao obliquely, his expression a little speechless.

"Why?" Hong Xiaobao was surprised.

"Can you go to the bathhouse and buy towels?" said the boss disdainfully.

"Uh...... No. ”

"Can you go to the restaurant and buy salt?" the boss disdained again.

"Understood, understood," Hong Xiaobao hurriedly said: "Then boss, where should I buy Xuantie?"

"The Treasure Pavilion, there are some material shops and even pharmacies that sell them. ”

"Thank you to the owner. Hong Xiaobao immediately said goodbye, the treasure pavilion has the most complete things, regardless of the medicine, weapons, armor, and materials, but it is also the most expensive, so Hong Xiaobao does not consider it, and it is estimated that it will be cheaper by one or two percent in the material shop, after all, Xuantie is just needed, and it will not be half as cheap as medicinal materials. Of course, the best case scenario is to buy from the monk, which is really nearly half cheaper!

Thinking so, he looked around, found a material shop and walked over.

Each type of shop has its own characteristics, such as the strong aura in the medicinal herb shop, for example, the cold air in the weapon shop, and the material shop...... Let Hong Xiaobao think of the waste recycling station. Many of the things inside have accumulated thick dust, and these things have no expiration date anyway, and I am afraid that some of them have been in the store for dozens or even hundreds of years.

"Boss, how do you sell Xuantie?" asked Hong Xiaobao with great interest.

The boss raised his eyes and looked at Hong Xiaobao, and he didn't seem to be too interested, "Thirty-four spirit crystals per catty." ”

"Huh!" Hong Xiaobao was overjoyed, the frying pan was generally more than ten catties, so wouldn't he be able to buy a pot with five hundred spirit crystals?

"Hahahaha!" The old man suddenly laughed: "Why don't you ask how big a pound of dark iron is?"

Hong Xiaobao sighed in his heart, a bad feeling rose in his heart, and he asked cautiously: "Boss, show me a catty." ”

When he saw the dark iron handed over by the boss, Hong Xiaobao was stunned, only as big as an egg yolk, "Is this a catty!?" When this piece of small dark iron was in Hong Xiaobao's hands, he realized that he was a little wrong......

Such a small piece, at least four or five catties!!

So to build a pot at least ...... One hundred pounds!

"It's too late!" Hong Xiaobao sighed in his heart, and walked out of the store in despair.

"Hahahaha!" The old man laughed again, "The dark iron is more expensive where this bird doesn't, so calculated, this dark iron pot needs to be prepared at least three or four thousand, although the old man doesn't look down on the dark iron, but this thing is a first-class good thing for the low-level monks of your level, and the wealthier ones can use a little bit on the blade of the sword, others buy it by two, and you have to press the catty, and you have to buy it by a hundred catties, hahahaha!"

"Yes, yes," Hong Xiaobao lamented, and finally asked with some reluctance, "Then can I only plate a layer of dark iron like a sword?"

"The thicker it is, the more it can store heat, and a thin layer has a fart use! And you have to know that this is your weapon, how can you get it without a hundred pounds?" the old man became more and more energetic, but was interrupted by Hong Xiaobao.

"Wait, blah, blah!" Hong Xiaobao somehow felt a chill in his heart: "Old man, what kind of weapon are you talking about?"

"Weapons!" Yin Jiuyou said: "Think about it, a dark iron pot weighing more than 100 catties, a shield and a sledgehammer, and can also cook rice, it is definitely a first-class artifact for a monk of your level!"

Hong Xiaobao suddenly appeared in his heart, his opponent was fluttering in white, with a long sword, and said coldly and arrogantly: "The sword is three feet three feet long, a total of nine catties and nine taels, and it is made of ninety-nine days of casting from the deep sea blue stone!"

And he was holding a pot, "Xuantie pot ......"

Oh my God! What a wretching picture!!