Spending money like flowing water, after a while, Lin Zhan spent all the 80,000 red copper coins in his hand, and after that, he did not have the slightest nostalgia and stayed away from this street market.

"By the way, Uncle Lin, where are we going now?"

Although Yi Zixuan was itchy to watch, he still remembered following Lin Zhan closely, constantly shuttling through the crowd, and when he crossed a few streets and turned into an alley, he finally remembered this.

"Huh. ”

Lin Zhan, who was walking in the front, stopped, turned to look at Yi Zixuan, and said with a smile: "I thought Zixuan you wouldn't ask, but I didn't expect you to remember that what we are going to now is a Casting Workshop." ”

"Oh. ”

The two of them were talking, and before they knew it, they crossed the alley, turned to the right, and a humble armor casting workshop appeared in front of them.

Zhong's Forge Workshop.

The door hadn't opened yet, but there was a clanging sound inside, as if there were hundreds of people striking iron at the same time, Yi Zixuan's ears were buzzing, but Lin Zhan didn't hear it, and stepped forward and gently pulled the door nose.

Knock Knock –

The force was not big, the sound was not loud, but in an instant it overshadowed a noisy sound of iron, swinging into the depths of the iron-striking shop, Yi Shuihan listened attentively, the one hundred and seventeen people who struck iron here were just one less, and there was a footstep eight hundred meters behind the door.

"I wonder what the two of you are doing?"

The door opened silently, and a teenager emerged from behind it.

Lin Zhan's attitude was very modest, and he hugged his fists and said: "This little brother, we are here to find Master Zhong Taizhong, I have something important to ask for, I wonder if Master Zhong is here?"

"My master is out, please go back. ”

The boy was a little impatient, his master was a well-known forger, and every day people came to ask for the casting of weapons, and if he agreed to any person's request, then his master would be tired to death.

Lin Zhan's face was indifferent, and he was not annoyed by the young man's tone, but just turned over and took out a silver-white token, held it up in front of the young man's eyes, with a big bell engraved on it, and a blood-red plum blossom was also imprinted in the lower right corner of the card.

The young man said a word and was about to close the door, but when he saw that this person actually held a private token specially given by the master to his friend, he couldn't help but be surprised, and in an instant, his face was full ······of smiles: "It turned out that it was a distinguished guest coming to the door! Please come in, please come in, please come in."

As he spoke, he opened the door completely, and the impatience on his face had long disappeared without a trace, Lin Zhan had a lot of energy, he was not a narrow-minded person, and he didn't care, but asked as he walked: "Is Master Zhong in the Arsenal Foundry?"

"Not really. ”

Lin Zhan glanced at Yi Zixuan: "I don't know when I'll return?"

This time the young man became very honest: "The master will go out in the afternoon, but he should be back before the time, if there is no urgency, you can go to the living room to drink tea and wait, and I will tell him when the master comes back." ”

When Yi Zixuan heard that he still had to drink tea, and he would have to wait for a long time, he suddenly became a little listless.

"It's a quarter of an hour before the hour, which means it's almost an hour to go······"

Lin Zhan glanced at Yi Zixuan and said very understandingly: "If you feel bored, you might as well go out for a walk, just remember to come back before the end of the day." By the way, do you have spirit coins with you?"

Yi Zixuan took out a money bag and nodded.

"Take it, that's good, and remember not to get into trouble······"

Yi Zixuan walked out of the alley with excitement, looked left and right, and didn't know where to go.

At this time, the sky has darkened, and the night of Tianyang City is brightly lit, more lively, and more charming, all kinds of vendors and people from villages all over the country have come out, selling all kinds of strange things, and the streets are crowded with people, waving their sleeves.

Dangdang!

The sound of gongs and drums came, attracting Yi Zixuan's attention.

"Fathers and fellow villagers, the father and daughter are from Fengyang City, only because of the middle of the family road and the victimization of the enemy, they have fallen into a foreign land, and they are still adrift ······."

A middle-aged man's voice sounded, and he paused when he said this, and then continued: "Passing through your land, one is not famous, and the other is not seeking wealth, just because the little girl is already in her prime, although she was born beautiful, but she has not yet been allowed to match others, so she is here to fight, compete and recruit relatives, and is willing to find a good match with good character and cultivation, and entrust her with lifelong ······."

Yi Zixuan saw that it was very lively in front of him, so he stopped and went in to watch.

It turned out that it was a martial arts competition in Tianyang City to recruit relatives, and there were already two men in the ring who were fighting back and forth, which was very interesting.

He stopped and watched for a while, there were already more than ten men who went up to compete, although most of the strength was unremarkable, but there was no shortage of eye-catching young people, seeing that Yi Zixuan was quite moved, and wanted to compete with him.

"It's a pity that Uncle Lin asked me not to cause trouble······ Hey, forget it. ”

Yi Zixuan muttered to himself, glanced at the ring a few more times, and suddenly lost interest, shook his head, and continued to walk aimlessly, wandering around.

"I only have one hundred and thirty copper coins on me, and I don't know what I can buy?"

Yi Zixuan was thinking about it, and as soon as he walked through a few streets, he heard someone shouting loudly on his left: "Priceless treasure, people who are destined to get it, fate is worth geometry, nine red coins!"

He followed the sound, but saw that there were many people in an alley on the left, but they were all strange and tattered things, most of which were dark and unattractive.

"Could it be that all this rags are priceless?"

"But why is priceless so cheap?"

"Also, doesn't it say that priceless treasures are destined to be obtained, and there are a lot of people here, could it be that these people are destined people?"

Yi Zixuan was very surprised when he heard this, and after thinking about it in his heart, he looked carefully, but he couldn't help but shake his head secretly.

These are indeed veritable rags, with yellowed broken bricks and tiles, unknown animal skins and bones, random books, fragments of weapons of various sizes, and I don't know where the stall owner picked them up.

Not to mention anything else, those broken bricks and tiles don't have half of the aura, and even the most ordinary mortal soldiers can't compare, let alone nine red copper coins, even if they are given away for nothing, no one will want it.

Nine copper coins are indeed not much, but you can't just squander them and buy a useless rag, right?

However, there were eight or nine monk-like people in front of the stall, very carefully picking, not letting go of any broken bricks or rotten tiles, hoping to really find some treasures that were looked at.

Yi Zixuan looked at the stalls one after another, his heart moved slightly, but he also found some good things, some stalls were placed with fragments of weapons, emitting a faint cold light, extremely terrifying, it should be the fragments of spiritual soldiers, and there is some value.

He stepped forward to inquire, and a finger-sized fragment cost hundreds of copper coins.

"This is a lie, right?" Yi Zixuan was speechless.

"You're a lion's mouth!"

"It's too bad, isn't it?"

"Boss, can it be cheaper······ For example, twenty copper coins for one fragment? To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that I was interested in these spirit fragments, I wouldn't have come up with such a price, how about it?"

These were the other few people who asked about the price of the spirit soldier shards, and they were all a little dissatisfied with the stall owner's answer, and one of the men with a sword hanging from his waist showed great sincerity and discussed with the stall owner.

The grade of weapons is divided into mortal soldiers, spiritual soldiers, and magic soldiers, and the preciousness of spiritual soldiers is still above that of mortal soldiers.

If it is an intact spirit soldier, let alone a hundred red copper coins, even if it is a thousand, ten thousand red copper coins, it will not be able to buy it, and the most ordinary one will have at least one or two thousand white jade coins.

But if it is a fragment of a spiritual weapon, the remaining spiritual energy is so thin that although it cannot be said to be worthless, it is indeed not valuable, not to mention that it is only a fragment the size of a finger.

Unexpectedly, the stall owner was quite arrogant and silent, took a wooden board from the side, put it in front of the stall, and wrote four big characters on it, refused to bargain, and then closed his eyes and recuperated.

Several people in front of the stall looked at each other, they wanted to get angry, but they couldn't figure out the strength of the stall owner, shook their heads, and walked to other stalls.

Yi Zixuan is sensitive, and faintly feels that although the power of this person's qi and blood is hidden, it is a little more majestic than himself.

He wasn't much interested in the spirit fragments in the first place, crouching down and continuing to look at other things.

At this time, there were two piles of things on the animal skins of the stall in front of Yi Zixuan, and the pile on the left was some crockpots, most of which were broken, either missing a lid or missing a corner, but compared to other stalls, it was relatively complete.

On the right, there were a dozen pieces of dull gray-white ore larger than a fist.