Although he didn't know what Qi Zhen meant, Xiao Chuan still made the choice to believe him.

With the last dangerous challenge experience, Ogawa chose to challenge Xuan Fifty very cautiously, but before the war started, the opponent directly surrendered and conceded defeat.

Xuan 40, Xuan 30, Xuan 20, Xuan 10, Xuan Yi, Xiao Chuan did not fight, and relied on the opponent's admitting defeat to become the No. 1 master of the Xuanzi Battalion all the way.

Although this made the onlookers feel bored, they all had to admit that Xuanyi's opponents had made the wisest choice.

When Xiao Chuan left the challenge field, he happened to see Qi Zhen in the crowd, and the two looked at each other and smiled.

Thinking about the thorns and poisonous armor in his heart, Xiao Chuan left the dead camp straight and rushed to Qijiafang City.

As the strongest family within a radius of 100 miles, and relying on the power of Tiangangmen, the scale of the family market is very large, attracting many cultivators from near and far to sell and sell, and many well-known shops have settled in.

The identity of the dead soldiers of the Qi family in Xiaochuan is a little embarrassing in the Fang City, the cultivators of the Qi family despise the dead soldiers in their bones, and in fact, their status is not much higher than that of slaves, but due to the strict rules of the clan, the dead soldiers are some brave and ruthless people, so usually the Qi family cultivators ignore or provoke the dead soldiers of the Qi family, and adopt an attitude of turning a blind eye.

Xiao Chuan was so happy that no one interfered with his actions, and finding a way to remove the toxicity of the Blood Soul Pill made Xiao Chuan completely calm, and made up his mind to leave after the Qi family made a fool of himself and reaped the benefits.

Anyway, no one will go against the spars, and with more than 200 high-grade spars, Xiaochuan has enough confidence to buy them wantonly in this market.

I really couldn't stand the noise of the little pig, Xiao Chuan took the lead in walking into a shop that sold alchemy raw materials, and bought all kinds of low-grade spirit grasses and spirit fruits.

Watching the little pig start the "battle" with satisfaction, Xiaochuan remembered the broken thorn poison armor again.

"Tianqiao Pavilion" is a well-known refining shop in Qianzhou, and there is also a branch in Qijiafang City, and Xiaochuan naturally pins his hopes for repairing thorns and poisonous armor here.

There are a variety of magic weapons and spiritual weapons in Tianqiao Pavilion, and each product is full of spiritual energy, and there are probably not a few quasi-magic weapon-level spiritual weapons, which makes Xiaochuan overwhelmed for a while.

Adhering to the principle that everyone who enters the door is a guest, although Xiao Chuan is only a cultivator in the rotation period, there is still a guy in the fetal period who follows closely without humility or arrogance, and greets him at any time, showing the demeanor of a big shop.

Looking at the exquisiteness of various spiritual weapons, Xiao Chuan had a little more hope for repairing the thorn poison armor.

"This little brother, are these spiritual weapons refined by your shop?" asked Xiao Chuan tentatively.

"Senior, except for a very few of the goods sold in our store, most of them are from the hands of our famous teachers of Tianqiao Pavilion!"

After getting the expected answer, Xiao Chuan decided to go straight in, "I have a broken spiritual weapon here, I wonder if I can ask your pavilion master to help repair it?"

"I'm sorry officer, we only sell finished products, not repair and sell!" Listening to Xiao Chuan's words, this guy was a little unhappy!

"This little brother, everything has been discussed, and I ask you to help inform me, the price is not a problem. ”

Money can make ghosts grind, and cultivators are no exception.

A medium-grade spar that was secretly stuffed into the man's hand immediately made him hesitate.

"This ...... , senior, let me help you ask, it's not guaranteed!"

A moment later, the guy followed a middle-aged cultivator from the Bigu period out of the back hall.

"Are you going to repair the spiritual weapon?" This Bigu period cultivator's nostrils are facing the sky, and he can't live forever.

"Yes!"

"Hmph, do you know that repairing a spiritual weapon is more troublesome than refining a spiritual weapon again, and this price is not affordable for ordinary people!" This cultivator obviously didn't take Xiao Chuan seriously.

"The price is not an issue!" Xiao Chuan casually grabbed a large handful of high-grade spars and spread them out in front of him.

"Ahh I don't know what kind of spiritual weapon the little Taoist friend wants to repair?"

This cultivator is also well-informed, and after a slight gaffe, he quickly returned to normal, but his attitude towards Ogawa has obviously improved a lot.

Xiao Chuan didn't say much, and directly took out the thorn poison armor, this cultivator watched carefully for a long time, his face first showed an extremely puzzled expression, and then it became very dignified, and even Xiao Chuan was very nervous.

The cultivator took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "Little Daoist, please go to the inner room and sit down for a while, I'll go and ask my master to come out!"

Although his heart was full of doubts, Xiaochuan in Qijiafang City was not afraid of fraud, so he followed the guy into the inner hall and sat down, and the guy hurriedly offered the spiritual tea and spiritual fruit, obviously getting the boss's instructions.

After a short time, an old man walked in with a smile on his face, while the middle-aged cultivator followed respectfully.

Xiao Chuan saw that this old man had white hair, white beard and white robe, although his breath was not obvious, but his eyes were introverted and his temperament was extraordinary, at least he was a cultivator above the Jindan stage, and he was a person who had cultivated to a profound level, and it was likely to be a great power in the later stage of Jindan.

In the face of such a level of character, Xiao Chuan didn't dare to hold it up at all, and quickly got up to give a salute.

The old man was extremely kind, he smiled, stroked his hands lightly, and lifted Xiaochuan up in the air.

"Little Daoyou, what's your name?"

"Junior Xuanyi. Ogawa thought to himself that it would be okay to tell the subject the name he had just chosen.

"Oh, it turned out to be the warrior of the Qi family!" The old man deliberately avoided the title of a dead man, and was extremely polite.

"I heard that the little Taoist wants to repair a spiritual weapon, can you let the old decay take a look?"

At this time, Xiao Chuan was no longer allowed to think too much, so he had to hand the broken thorn poison armor to the white-haired old man.

The old man took the poison armor and released his divine sense to observe it carefully, and suddenly the pressure of the mountain surged towards Xiaochuan, and the strength of Jindan's power was undoubtedly revealed.

The old man also looked at it for a long time, and the expression on his face was uncertain for a while.

Xiaochuan didn't dare to disturb, buried the doubts in his stomach, and stood solemnly waiting for it to fall.

"Little Daoyou, do you have any other parts of your remnant armor?" the old man finally spoke.

"Back to the past, the rest of this armor has been destroyed and lost in the battle, and only so much remains. The old man's demeanor showed that this matter was not trivial, so that Xiao Chuan did not dare to hide the truth.

With the old man's knowledge, he had already drawn his own judgment from the broken armor, and after getting confirmation from Ogawaguchi again, he finally burst out of his frustration.

"What kind of fool has refined this armor and it can be destroyed!" The white-haired old man was obviously extremely disappointed, furious, and furious.

The old man vented enough, only then did he realize Xiao Chuan's existence, threw the remnant armor at Xiao Chuan, and said, "This treasure is destroyed and cannot be repaired!" and then turned to leave.