Early the next morning, after Yang Ming got up, he first took out a medicinal herb called black gray grass from the system, squeezed out its juice, and then smeared the juice on his face, looked in the mirror, his face really darkened a lot, and drew his eyebrows and lips, and nodded with satisfaction, now, if you don't look carefully, you basically can't recognize him.

After confirming that it was correct, Yang Ming pushed the door and walked towards Fang City, along the way, he also met some other outer disciples, some of whom had seen Yang Ming before, but today, they walked straight past Yang Ming, obviously not recognizing Yang Ming, which made Yang Ming feel proud for a while.

When he walked to the entrance of the market, Yang Ming took out a green grass fruit, opened his mouth and bit it, this green grass fruit is extremely bitter, but after taking a bite, it can make people's voices hoarse within an hour, and it will only recover when the time is over.

Yang Ming endured the bitterness in his mouth and walked in, as soon as he entered the market, there was a vacant lot, and some outer disciples sat in the open space, with a piece of cloth in front of them, and some materials and magic utensils, and some disciples stopped to watch, and when they were interested, they communicated with the stall owner and bargained, which made Yang Ming think of the stall in his previous life, and also raised his feet and walked over.

However, after shopping for a long time, I didn't meet Yang Ming's interest, these disciples basically sold some materials or magic weapons that they got, hoping to exchange them for spirit stones or pills, and occasionally some sold pills, but they also asked for a very high price or hoped to exchange for something, Yang Ming didn't say that there was no, even if there was, he would not exchange it with him in front of everyone.

Continuing to walk in, it was one by one, Yang Ming walked in one by one, and he didn't speak, just to observe the nature and strength of the storefront. It wasn't until he came to a store called the Magic Weapon Pavilion that Yang Ming opened his mouth and asked the shopkeeper, "This senior brother, I wonder if you collect refining materials here?"

"Oh, refining materials, do you mean refined iron, how many do you have?" The shopkeeper couldn't help but deal with Yang Ming's cultivation at the second layer of refining weapons.

"Senior brother, there is naturally no such thing as fine iron, but the younger brother is here to run errands for a senior uncle, and he is waiting for me outside the city at the moment. Yang Ming said with a smile, and made himself a senior uncle.

"Uncle Shi, could it be that he is a foundation building monk. "The shopkeeper has come to the spirit," said this junior brother, you and I went into the back room. ”

Yang Ming followed the shopkeeper to the back room, and after the shopkeeper closed the door, he said, "This junior brother, how much fine iron do you have?" Oh, junior brother can speak with confidence, there are prohibitions in the house, and no sound can be heard outside. ”

"Senior brother, I don't know how you collect the fine iron?" Yang Ming asked first.

"One catty, ten spirit stones, because refined iron is not difficult to purify, it just takes time, so at this price, it can only be so much. However, if you can provide iron essence, I can pay the price of a thousand spirit stones for one or two. The shopkeeper said expectantly.

Yang Ming thought about it in his heart, he almost had more than seven hundred catties of refined iron, which was almost more than seven thousand spirit stones, and there were almost twenty catties of iron essence, and he was excited for a while, but his face was full of regret: "That uncle only gave me fifty catties of refined iron, but in addition to refined iron, he also gave me a black gold stone, I don't know if you can accept this thing?" Yang Ming decided to sell a few black lazuli stones, because there were now more than a hundred black lazuli stones in the system space, which made him feel that black lazuli might not be precious, and even if he sold it, it would not have much impact.

"Black Lazuli?" the shopkeeper's eyebrows raised, "Each black lazuli can be purchased at the price of a thousand spirit stones." ”

"A thousand!" Yang Ming couldn't help but regret a little in his heart, it seemed that he was still hasty, he didn't expect the black gold stone to be so precious. But since he had already said it, he didn't hesitate anymore, and took out fifty catties of fine iron and a black gold stone from the storage bag.