Zhao Er is one of these hundreds of admirers. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info He originally cultivated in a medium-sized city called Zhixing City in the north of the Southern Qi Kingdom. His family is in the local area, and it is also a powerful family of immortal cultivators.

Three years ago, he had already raised his cultivation to the peak of the thirteenth layer of Qi refining. However, he took Tsukidan several times, but he was unsuccessful in building the foundation. He asked himself that his talent was not low, and he was a green spirit body that was rare in a hundred years, but why couldn't he successfully build a foundation?

By looking at the texts and asking the family elders, he finally understood what the problem was.

It turned out that the main exercise he cultivated was a cold attribute exercise called Ice Extreme Decision, and the cultivation speed of this cold attribute exercise was extremely slow, and when building the foundation, on the premise of taking twice as much as the Zhuji Dan of ordinary people, there must also be a demon beast cold marrow called the cold civet beast as a medicine guide, in order to have the possibility of success in building the foundation, as for the probability of success, it depends on the level of the demon beast. The higher the level of the monster, the higher the chance of success in building the foundation.

Although the mature Chill Raccoon is only a second-level demon beast, it is extremely easy to capture or kill. However, due to the previous overhunting, this cold civet beast has long been on the verge of extinction, and in the vicinity of Zhixing City, there is no shadow of them for hundreds of years.

Through his family power, Zhao Er naturally searched for it near Zhixing City, but he failed to get his wish, and he did not find the cold marrow of this demon beast.

By chance, he learned that there was a well-known Fang Market near Lintian City, Qianhe Town, and he came here.

In the first few days after he came, Zhao Er naturally inquired about every shop and every stall in Fang City several times, but he did not see the cold marrow of the cold civet beast he dreamed of.

However, he didn't want to just go back, without the cold marrow of the cold civet beast, he wouldn't be able to build a successful foundation, he wouldn't be able to have more lifespan, and he wouldn't be able to continue cultivating and get a glimpse of the Heavenly Dao. He is also a stubborn and radical person, and he knows that he is helpless to go back, but he stays here, and there is still a glimmer of hope.

Fortunately, before he came out, in addition to bringing a large number of spirit stones, he also brought materials and spirit grass collected in recent years, so he set up this stall to sell the spirit grass and ask people in the past about the whereabouts of the cold marrow.

On the top of the stall, in addition to putting out several precious alchemy spirit grasses and refining materials, he also put out his only magic weapon, which was a cold flame knife with three prohibitions.

He put the Cold Flame Knife on the shelf, naturally not in exchange for spirit stones. He had the idea of using the Cold Flame Knife to attract the attention of others, and whenever someone asked about the price, he would ask the other party if there was any cold marrow of the Chill Beast. If the other party had the cold marrow of the cold civet beast, he would naturally not pity anything for this cold flame knife, and he would exchange it with him without hesitation. Even if he is asked to paste dozens or even hundreds of spirit stones upside down, he will never tire of it and will not hesitate to do it.

Several days passed, and although many people asked him about the price of the Cold Flame Knife, when they learned that they were going to exchange it for the cold marrow of the Cold Raccoon Beast, everyone shook their heads and left.

This made Zhao Er, who was wishful thinking, a little crying and laughing. It seemed that the cold marrow of this cold civet beast was even rarer and more precious than he imagined, Zhao Er couldn't help but sigh, and he didn't know when he would get the cold marrow.

After about half a day like this, Zhao Er still found nothing. He looked at the twilight sun that was gradually setting westward, a hint of disappointment rose on his face, and he sighed again and again in his heart.

At this moment, Zhao Er only felt that the light in front of him was slightly dim, and he was happy in his heart, knowing that someone was patronizing his stall again.

He quickly moved his gaze back and looked up at the person in front of him. I saw that this person was dressed in a green robe, and he was a very tall and handsome young monk.

This person was none other than Xiang Qi who had rushed over from Lintian City.

A day ago, Xiang Qi ended his retreat and rushed to Qianhe Town, a relatively popular city in Fang City.

That is, during the Bai family's auction, when Xiang Qi was chatting with a strange monk, he learned about the existence of Qianhe Zhenfang City.

He'd always wanted to come here to see if he could get the dark iron ore he needed. It's just that after the Bai family auction, he went to Wanbao City in a daze and stayed there for more than half a year.

Finally teleported back to Lintian City from Wanbao City, Xiang Qi had to retreat again, one was to refine the Xuantie Sword, and the other was to practice exercises such as refining the Divine Technique and the Motuo True Sutra.

And yesterday, Xiang Qi finally got out of the customs, and he rushed here without stopping.

As soon as he arrived here, Xiang Qi wandered from shop to store, but he didn't find any dark iron ore, let alone find any books that could repair magic weapons. Of course, in several relatively large stores, he not only inspected the items on the shelves one by one, but also asked the shopkeeper. Out of cautious nature, Xiang Qi would not usually do this kind of thing to expose his details, but for the sake of these two strange treasures, he did not hesitate to do so. However, the shopkeeper all shook his head, indicating that there were no such two treasures.

It seems that this book on iron ore and repair magic weapons, no matter how big or small the market, is not easy to find.

After visiting the store, Xiang Qi naturally did not let go of the stalls on both sides of the street. He had gone through each stall one by one yesterday, but, as he expected, nothing had been gained.

Early this morning, Xiang Qi once again inspected the street stalls one by one.

And now, before Xiang Qi came to Zhao Er's booth, he couldn't remember how many stalls he had inspected today.

"This senior, aren't you interested in this Cold Flame Knife?" Soon, Xiang Qi swept around Zhao Er's stall, and when he saw that he didn't have what he needed, he wanted to turn around and leave, but at this moment, Zhao Er suddenly spoke.

The first time Zhao Er saw Xiang Qi, he felt the powerful spiritual pressure emanating from Xiang Qi's body, and he spoke naturally and politely.

"You're talking about this magic weapon? Forgive me for being clumsy, I really don't see anything special about it. Xiang Qi pointed to the pale cyan knife lying on the ground, a trace of indifference flashed on his face, and there was a slight mockery in his tone.

"This triple forbidden cold flame knife has nothing special, it is just a magic weapon of the cold attribute, and naturally it can't enter the eyes of the predecessors. Since the seniors don't like this treasure, I won't sell it anymore, so I'll tell the real purpose of stopping the seniors. The seniors can have the cold marrow of the civet beast, and the younger generations are willing to pay a price thirty percent higher than the normal value to buy this thing. Zhao Er naturally heard the mockery in Xiang Qi's tone, only to see him smile suddenly, hurriedly smiled, and said respectfully.

"The cold marrow of the cold civet beast?" Hearing Zhao Er's words, Xiang Qi's eyes froze, and he muttered something to himself.

In that Phantom Sword Trial, in the Phantom Sword Secret Realm, he and the stunning girl Zhong Yan once worked together to kill a second-level mid-level cold raccoon beast. And he inadvertently put away a white object a ruler long, and all this time, he didn't pay much attention to it, so he didn't take it out to ask others. And now, when he heard Zhao Er mention the Cold Raccoon Beast, he had a flash of inspiration, and that white object was probably the cold marrow in this person's mouth.

"I do have one of the cold marrow of the cold civet beast, but I don't know if my friends can afford it. I can't look at these goods you put out!" Xiang Qi squatted down, glanced at Zhao Er meaningfully, and then said with a slight movement of his lips.