Chapter 7

After dark, song Zhong dared not continue to dig. You know, although the surrounding area of Xuantian other courtyard is calm, it does not represent safety. There are countless low-level monsters here, especially in this gutter. It's good during the day. Once at night, fierce monsters will come out to find food. Song Zhong is not strong now. He doesn't want to die here. In addition, he was tired all day, so he simply hid in the space of his life magic weapon to regulate his breath and meditate.

Three days later, xiaopang, who had dug dozens of feet deep, numbly grabbed the next thing and was about to throw it out. Unexpectedly, the bead suddenly shook at this time and startled song Zhong. He immediately realized that he might have found it. He quickly retracted his hand and looked at the things in his hand carefully.

This is a broken piece of copper, about the size of a palm and two fingers thick. It seems to be a broken piece of something. Song Zhong couldn't feel the slightest aura on it, and couldn't see anything amazing about it. His heart said, am I wrong? It's not the magic weapon of my life?

Thinking of this, song Zhong immediately tried to throw it, but unexpectedly, the bead immediately shook again. Song Zhong realized that he was really right.

The next moment, song Zhong came to the space of his life magic weapon with the fragments. Then he shook the copper piece in his hand and said, "baby, is that what you're looking for? What's the use? "

No one answered him, and there was no change in the space. Song Zhong was bored. He thought that he had dug garbage here for three days in order to find such an insignificant thing. In his anger, he directly buried the copper into the black soil, and then said fiercely: "since you can't see your fame, break it down and talk about it!"

After doing this, xiaopang got out of space, and then Yujian flew to his cabin. Back to his kennel, the tired little fat fell directly into bed and fell asleep.

In the following time, song Zhong didn't even go out of the door and had been meditating and practicing in his own space. Although he spent most of the three days he went out digging garbage, the garbage was not dug in vain. There were really a lot of good goods under the garbage mountain. In short, song Zhong didn't waste the three days. He found hundreds of abandoned magic weapons or magic weapons and almost had to fill the space in the bead. If it weren't for this, he wouldn't come back! However, there are not many high-level goods, most of which are the lowest level magic weapons.

However, even the lowest magic weapon is also a magic weapon! There is always some good material in it. The magical black land did not disappoint song Zhong. No matter what level of treasure is buried, it will be decomposed for you, and then piles of various rare materials will be condensed next to it.

The decomposition speed of black land is not fast, but it is definitely not slow. Ordinary magic tools can be decomposed in one day, and magic weapons can be solved in three days. It can bury more than a dozen items every time. Therefore, almost half a month later, hundreds of items collected by song Zhong were decomposed.

At this time, the space of xiaopang's life magic weapon has completely changed, and it is no longer the dilapidated appearance at the beginning. First of all, its size expanded hundreds of times to reach a diameter of 50 feet. This is all the credit of those space magic tools.

In addition, after the expansion of space, the magical black land has become much larger, with a radius of five feet and a depth of more than one foot. Its expansion seems to depend on the bones, horns, etc. in the decomposition. Because xiaopang found that the things decomposed in this space include metal and jade, but there is no bone. But many of the decomposed treasures were made of animal horns and bones.

In addition, the Loess in the space has become much more, and some spiritually thick water has been added, forming a small puddle. Xiaopang doesn't know how they are transformed until now.

But this did not affect the harvest of song Zhong. Hundreds of treasures were decomposed into thousands of materials. The largest number is the low-grade black iron, which is almost more than ten feet high and looks like a mountain peak straight into the sky. In addition, there are common low-grade materials such as wind Copper, silver smelting, purple gold, etc. the smallest of them is also the size of a fist, and the big one is almost similar to watermelon. In addition, what surprised song Zhong most was the more advanced goods, such as fire essence, jade, steel essence, ice cold iron, and other things he didn't know at all. Although they are only a little small, most of them are like peas, the smallest is like rice, and the largest is like chicken eggs. But in terms of value, I don't know how much higher than xuantie.

According to song Zhong's understanding, xuantie, the lowest and most common material, is worth a piece of inferior spiritual stone only when it weighs 100 kg, while less common materials such as purple gold are worth hundreds or even tens of thousands of inferior crystalline stones, which are used by the friars building the foundation. As for treasures such as fire essence jade, they are the treasures pursued by monks above Jindan. The value of song Zhong's steamed stuffed bun is immeasurable. Moreover, due to his lack of knowledge, song Zhong only knows less than 1% of the materials here, and most of the other materials don't know. Maybe there are more advanced materials in them. If you meet the thing that friars above Yuan Ying want to use, even if it is the size of rice grains, you can change a good magic weapon.

A few days ago, he was still a poor boy, but suddenly he became rich overnight, which made song Zhong feel like he was dreaming. However, song Zhong soon calmed down again, because he suddenly thought of a problem, that is, he can't get so many abandoned treasures endlessly, because there are few such high-grade goods, and there are not many abandoned ones. He found them in the gutter for several days. I'm afraid the good things in them will be out of stock in a few years. Fortunately, it's still early. Don't worry now. These things alone are enough for you to squander for decades or even centuries.

Another problem is how to spend them. At this time, xiaopang had another idea. When he was young, he once remembered going to a place called Lingxiao city with his parents. It is a city established by practitioners, hundreds of thousands of miles away from Xuantian other courtyard. It is jointly managed by all major sects in the vast mountain area and is specially used for the trading of practitioners. There are many reputable stores, some of which have been handed down for thousands of years. If you can go there, you can certainly sell these things. There are two ways to go to Lingxiao city. One is to fly by yourself. With xiaopang's strength, it takes almost a few months to fly. On the road, you may encounter powerful monsters or friars who like to rob. Obviously, with xiaopang's unlimited combat power approaching 0, taking this road is basically tantamount to looking for death. Another way is to use the sect's transmission array. The advantage is that there is no risk in arriving directly in the city. It is very fast. Song Zhong followed his parents that way. But it's a pity that there is a charge for the transmission array. Each person receives 20 inferior spirit stones at a time. It's hard for little fat. Although the things in his hand are of great value, it's a pity that he doesn't dare to sell locally. Even the lowest grade black iron, he dared not sell it. Because he was very humble in Xuantian other hospital, and he used to be very poor. Suddenly he took out good things to sell, which will certainly arouse suspicion. That is to die. Think about it. Xiaopang, who can't find a good way, can only give up temporarily. Bored, xiaopang suddenly found that almost everything in the black soil had been broken down. In order not to let the black earth idle, song Zhong grabbed a red broken sword nearby, then inserted it directly into the black earth, and planned to continue to decompose. But at this time, he suddenly felt his hand shaking, as if he had inserted something. Xiaopang was stunned at once. His heart said, how can there be hard things in the black soil? The old things should have been broken down a long time ago? Thinking of this, song Zhong felt curious to probe his divine knowledge into the black soil, and soon found the hard object, which was the copper piece he buried in the black soil. Xiaopang was shocked. He quickly reached out for work and sucked the copper piece into his hand to observe it carefully. Then he was shocked to find that this seemingly insignificant copper piece had not been broken down at all. You know, he buried it half a month ago! The decomposition ability of black soil, even if it is a fragment of magic weapon, will decompose all in three days, but it has no effect on it, which really shocked song Zhong. Subconsciously, xiaopang immediately recognized that this copper piece must be an extraordinary treasure. Otherwise, his own life magic weapon would not force him to search for it. However, xiaopang then thought depressed that this fragment was only a separate fragment and had no practical effect at all. Even if it's a treasure, it's useless to fall into your own hands? Unless you can get it all together, maybe you still ~ think of it. Xiaopang suddenly brightened his eyes and couldn't help but say to himself, "this fragment was found in the gutter. Maybe other fragments are also in the gutter. There is a magic weapon induction. As long as I get close, I can find it. If you really put together a set, maybe its power will show up! With this idea, where can song Zhong sit still? He quickly flew up, rushed out of the house, and the imperial sword went straight to the gutter. Three months later, xiaopang, who was tired all over, returned to his cabin again. Although he was thin, his skin was tanned a lot, and his face was full of wind and frost, he was still full of spring, as if he had some shit. In the past three months, xiaopang only came back to get food once. As an external disciple, he took some food, but no one would say anything. As for the rest of the time, it is all on search and mining. For three months, he searched the gutter hundreds of miles long and finally collected 36 pieces. It's not easy to get these fragments. Some are picked up by him, some need to be excavated, and sometimes he even has to steal them from the monster's nest. Fortunately, the other party is just a low-level demon pig and can't fly. After being cheated by song Zhong by luring the tiger away from the mountain, he succeeded easily. But then he was chased for hundreds of miles by the angry guy and almost died. Finally, xiaopang didn't want to stay there anymore. He hurried back and lay down in bed to have a good sleep. Xiao Pang slept all day and didn't wake up until the next evening. He was too lazy to go to the canteen. He took out some dry food and chewed two at random. Then he took out the last fragment and came directly to his own space. Welcome book friends to read. The latest, fastest and hottest serial works are original at the starting point!