The shopkeeper carefully inspected and weighed the gold shop with iron silk gloves, which were woven from iron silk to avoid accidental reactions with the black iron. Once you accidentally react to a person's true qi or spiritual energy, this piece of dark iron can be scrapped.

One tael of silver is consistent money, that is, a thousand yuan, which can build two tiled houses, which is a lot of money for civilians.

But Tong Hu remained silent, took the money and left.

Changed to a gold store, Tong Hu bought five seven-tael black iron grains.

Seeing that he was wearing clothes with the Zhu Ziguo Arena mark, these shopkeepers knew that he was a fighting boy who had just sold his body and had a new owner, so it was not surprising that he was able to buy these low-grade black iron grains. For disciples with good qualifications, those big sects have a lot of money, and they often equip their disciples with Xuantie grains from the beginning in order to cooperate with their own martial arts practice.

Asked where Tong Hu's owner was, Tong Hu said lightly: "Wujimen." ”

When the shopkeeper heard this, he didn't ask any more.

Wuji Jingtianmen is one of the most powerful sects in Zhu Ziguo, with more than 1,500 disciples, more than 50 core disciples with Xuanjia, and more than 200 people with Xuanbing, which is the core combat power of Zhu Ziguo. Because of the strength of Wujimen, many wealthy families with superior family backgrounds also hope to send their children to Wujimen.

It's good to be a martial artist! It's good to have a peaceful life, but if you cultivate as a martial artist, you can live forever! Even if you are killed by someone who is not as skilled as a person, you can often live for hundreds of years, at least no one dares to bully you easily!

He looked at Tong Hu with envious eyes, but this young man didn't look powerful at all. Guessing, it's probably a disciple sent by Wuji to run errands, after all, seven-tael dark iron particles are not unusual, and there will be no master who will make a special trip to grab this, and some small thieves don't dare to offend Wujimen.

Tong Hu directly held the black iron grains with his hands, and the shopkeeper hurriedly handed him a small box, wrapped the black iron grains with special silk and put them in, so that the black iron particles could be separated and ensure that they would not become scrap iron.

Tong Hu smiled, and the shopkeeper also looked like he suddenly realized, it turned out that Tong Hu was injured by nature, so Wuji Gate would rest assured that he would run errands.

Tong Hu suddenly asked, "Boss, is there any scrapped Xuantie?"

"A little. The shopkeeper dragged out a box with a pile of scrap iron.

Every year, there will always be some of them, of low quality, who are made into iron by fools and made useless. Scrap iron is not valuable, but it is still a very strong metal, which can be used to make heavy swords for ordinary warriors, and it can also be very durable if you make agricultural tools or cooking utensils. However, because it is too heavy, it is not easy to forge, and the price is higher than that of ordinary steel, so ordinary people do not use it, and the sales volume is very small.

Tong Hu bought this box of scrap black iron for two taels of silver, and if it was stainless steel, he could already buy five or six times the same weight. However, the shopkeeper doesn't think so, there are many warriors who need heavy weapons, after all, not everyone can get Xuantie. A martial artist like Tong Hu, who has nothing to do with Xuantie, needs such a heavy-handed weapon the most.

Tong Hu carried the suitcase, went to the inn and rented a secluded house, and closed the doors and windows tightly.

He sliced open his palm and let out the blood.

After many years of fighting training as a fighting boy, Tong Hu is best at healing his heart, because he is always injured at the bottom, so he has rich experience in the treatment of internal and external injuries, and this little pain is nothing at all, and it only takes half a day to recover.

Tong Hu clearly remembered that Ah Dog's claw blades should have been condensed from two grains of dark iron, but at that time, they became one.

When the black iron grains were thrown into the bowl one by one, and the blood of the child tiger was encountered, they melted, and the five grains became one.

What a big one.

A three-and-a-half-pound piece of black iron.

Tong Hu gasped and was ecstatic in his heart.

Then he picked up a piece of scrap black iron from the box, which used to be a piece of black iron that was going to be a knife, but because of the stupidity and ignorance of the warrior, he was not able to make the black iron completely transformed, so it became a thing with only a vague knife shape and a mallet, and then simply broke off and turned into black scrap iron with no luster.

Before it turned into scrap metal, this was a piece of black iron weighing six or seven pounds, what kind of idiot would do such a thing.

Tong Hu just held it, the blood in his palm flowed on the scrap iron, and a miracle happened, this piece of dead scrap black iron glowed with a smart black light, turned into a pile of black molten iron, precipitated from a pile of gray impurities, gradually hardened, and turned into a piece of black iron particles.

The purest black iron particles, six taels.

It seems that it is impossible for a piece of scrap metal to return to its original weight, but only the part that has some residual aura can be saved.

Tong Hu's palm ached, the blood from the knife cut in his palm was sucked dry, the wound was white, and those dark irons with aura were like sponges thirsting for his blood. What a strange phenomenon it is, he has the highest degree of rejection physique, but the blood can have this effect.

Tong Hu closed his eyes to stabilize his emotions and didn't let himself get too excited.

The anode is yin, or the pole is Tailai.

Although he can't use the dark iron for the time being, he can at least have no worries about food and clothing.

However, this is definitely a rebellious thing in this world, and it must not be known to people, otherwise he will become a poor hematopoietic machine, and live a life of being drawn blood every day, just like those live bears who are cut off and locked in cages just to extract bile, life is better than death.

When he was completely calm, a bright smile appeared on Tong Hu's face. It's much more cost-effective than donating blood.

The shopkeeper of the gold shop was surprised to see Tong Hu again, and also saw the two huge black iron ingots in Tong Hu's hand, and his eyes lit up.

A piece of pure black iron ingot, full of aura, weighs three and a half catties.

More than three catties of black iron ingots, that is, every tael is a different price, and every penny is worth the price of one pound of small black iron grains! The weight of more than three catties is enough to condense into a light armor, and the amount of power that the black armor can bring to the warrior is much more important than the weapon. The price of more than three catties of dark iron, that is twenty times that of less than one catty!

Tong Hu said quietly: "The master asked me to sell these two pieces." Take some smaller particles back with you. ”

"What's going on with Wujimen?"

"Buy a house. Practice throwing knives. Can you handle it?" Tong Hu looked impatient, slightly threatening, "Don't ask more." The host didn't want to be known. ”

Sometimes a vicious face is more effective than any explanation, and you don't have to be asked.

"Yes, yes, the villain is just curious. "The attitude of the shopkeeper has become humble, how can he be an ordinary person who can let Wujimen go out with such a precious Xuantie with peace of mind? I'm afraid that the master of this young man is a core disciple of Wujimen! Since the other party doesn't want people to know the purpose of the Dao, maybe he wants to raise a second grandmother outside, or have an illegitimate child. Isn't he looking for his own death when he knows the truth?

I didn't dare to ask anything at the moment, so I quickly settled the account and gave the money.

The purity of this dark iron ingot is really high, and the shopkeeper is ecstatic, such goods can be sold for a lot of money. It's just that the appearance of this iron ingot is so strange, after people have refined it, they are all square iron ingots, but this one is like the shape of a rough stone, as if the purity of mining is so high.

But these things have nothing to do with him, and he doesn't dare to ask more.

Tong Hu took the golden ticket, and Zhu Ziguo's golden ticket is called Zhu Ticket, which can be exchanged in any country's bank.

Tong Hu returned to the previous yard, shouted in a low voice through the wall, and Ah Gou ran out. His sense of hearing and smell is like that of a dog, many times more sensitive than ordinary people. As a watchdog-like existence, the people in the martial arts arena don't care about him coming in and out.

"Dog, these are two grains of dark iron that weigh about the same weight. Tong Hu took out two black iron grains that he bought from the gold shop, "You can re-condense them into your iron claws." Be exactly the same as before, and don't let people see that it's new. ”

Ah Gou happily held the Xuantie Grain in his palm, Tong Hu carefully watched the process, this is actually a process that requires a lot of skill, many people's will can not be completely integrated with Xuantie in the first time, and they have to rely on the help of external forces to improve the perfection of the armament.

Even for a humble being like a dog to have such a small two black iron ingots fused into two dog paws, it would require a very high level of skill to fully bring out the malleability of the black iron and make the claw blade very sharp. But the advantage of Ah Dog is that he is already very skilled with dog paws, like a part of the body.

Seeing that the two black iron particles were infused with true qi, and at the same time began to change in Ah Gou's palm, wrapping his hand, growing out of the bones, and gradually turning into sharp claw blades, this fusion was successful.

Ah Gou put away the claw blade, and Xuantie turned into a thin iron ring on the knuckle of his fist, which was the sleeping state of Xuanbing when he put it away.

Darkiron is strictly a memory metal that comes in two forms, a sleeping state and an active state when it is infused with True Qi. This is also where the skill and difficulty of fusing dark iron lies. When fused, experienced users can change the shape of the iron ingot by the way, often shaping it into a shape such as a portable ring or waist tag.

Looking at the claw blades on Ah Dog's hands that were exactly the same as before, Tong Hu smiled, so that no one would find out his secret.

Ah Gou's current intelligence is like that of a seven or eight-year-old child, who can only speak very simple words, even if someone asks, Ah Gou can't understand such a strange thing.

"Dog, go back. Don't let anyone know about what happened between us just yet, I'll come to see you often. When the time is right, I'll take you away. ”

Watching Ah Dog bend over and crawl away, he took a look at the courtyard wall that was unattainable for Dou Tong. Listening to the tragic and immature roar inside, Tong Hu's heart trembled, he looked down at the mark of "Zhu Ziguo Martial Arts Arena" on his chest, and left with his head held high.