Chapter 1047 Three-Foot Cauldron Furnace

"Oh, in order to obtain more cultivation resources, the Ziyan Sect really does everything possible, which damages the reputation of the third-level powerful sect!"

Whenever he talked about this matter, Ge Feng couldn't help but mock a few words, but in the end he sighed: "This is the benefit of a strong sect! I am stronger than you, so I am overbearing. What can you do?" ?”

Shen Yulin, Huang Miao and others were silent after hearing Ge Feng's words.

In the world of martial arts, the weak eat the strong. This is an eternal truth.

Only the strong will win respect, can do whatever they want, and dominate everything.

For a fourth-grade sect like Bitao Martial Academy, only by surpassing the Ziyan Sect in overall strength can they get rid of the situation of being oppressed and allowed to be slaughtered.

However, although today's Bitao Martial Academy has three innate spiritual root disciples and some disciples with good qualifications, the lack of training resources has become a major obstacle to the progress of those disciples. Therefore, Bitao Martial Academy wants to There is still a long way to go to catch up with Ziyan Sect.

"The sect conference will officially begin in two days. During these two days, you can walk around Ziyan City and broaden your horizons. But please remember, there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers in Ziyan City. Don't cause trouble easily. I know. ?"

After taking a short rest at their respective residences, Ge Feng called Fang Bai and others together, gave them some careful instructions, and then said: "I'm going to the warrior trading market in the west of the city to exchange for some training that our sect urgently needs. Resources. If any of you want to go with me, just let me know and I will take you with me. If you want to go to other places in the city, don’t come back too late at night, so as not to worry me! Remember? "

The nine disciples nodded one after another. Some said they would go to the warrior trading market with Ge Feng, and some were ready to wander around the city. They slowly dispersed in twos and threes.

Liu Qingqing originally wanted to stay with Fang Bai, but she was dragged out by Shen Yulin and Huang Miao to go shopping.

Soon, Fang Bai was the only one left in the huge courtyard.

Fang Bai left the courtyard, left Suzaku City, and walked to a remote and uninhabited place. He first changed his clothes, then moved his body's energy and blood, moved his facial bones and muscles, changed his appearance, and became a little shorter.

When he appeared in front of people again, he was a middle-aged warrior with fair skin and a thin figure wearing a black robe.

After asking a passerby for the specific location of the Warrior Trading Market, Fang Bai walked quickly.

When we came to Suzaku Street in the west of the city, we saw two gates standing at the end of the street. There was a fire beast Suzaku painted on each gate. A huge gold sign hung above the gate. The sign read "Purple Flame City Warrior Trade". "Market" were written in big, shiny golden characters, and the name written on them was not the leader of the Qianhu Kingdom, but Li Zheng, the current leader of the Ziyan Sect.

It can be seen that Ziyan Sect is the real master of Qianhu Kingdom.

There are also warrior guards at the gate of the warrior trading market. If you want to enter the trading market to visit or trade, you need to pay an "admission fee" of ten yuan stones and receive a special numbered waistband before you can successfully enter.

"In this warrior trading market, tens of thousands of warriors trade here every day. Just the daily admission fee is a huge amount of income!"

Fang Bai entered the warrior trading market with his waist card. Seeing the lively scene there, he couldn't help but secretly slandered the Ziyan Sect.

In the vast trading market, tens of thousands of warriors were wandering around. They were wearing various costumes. There were disciples from major sects in Qianhu Kingdom, many were casual warriors without sects, and even some from foreign countries. As long as warriors from other places see the training resources they need, they will stop and bargain to see if there is any hope of winning them.

In order to raise or lower the price, both parties to the transaction yelled and argued, arguing with red faces, but never tired of it.

The trading space is filled with wisps of vitality, which are released by cultivation resources such as elixirs and elixirs.

Fang Bai lost his consciousness and walked around the trading market, roughly understanding some of the conditions here.

Most of the tens of thousands of warriors here are heaven-level warriors. There are only a small number of desolate-level warriors, and there are no Hong-level warriors.

The training resources that warriors traded were mainly low-grade and low-grade, and there were not many things that could tempt Fang Bai.

"Huh? This cauldron is quite good. It can be purchased just in time to refine elixirs."

When passing a stall, Fang Bai's eyes swept over a cauldron and he couldn't help but be attracted.

The cauldron is three feet high. At first glance, it is completely black, but upon closer inspection, it is faintly reddish, giving people a very ancient feel.

The body of the cauldron is engraved with mysterious formation runes that are difficult for ordinary warriors to understand, and seems to contain some kind of strange power.

However, this kind of strange power can only be sensed by warriors like Fang Bai who possess the true form of chaos and have extremely keen senses. If Fang Bai had not discovered it, it would have probably continued to be buried.

Although many of the warriors in the trading market were knowledgeable, they could not tell what kind of material the cauldron in Fang Bai's image was made of. They just thought that the cauldron was ordinary and did not look like a rare treasure.

They don't know that for many pharmacists who often refine elixirs, the cauldron is made of rare fire iron as the main material and added with other materials. It has reached the level of a high-grade spiritual weapon. It is difficult to redeem it with ordinary cultivation resources.

In fact, even the stall owner who put out the cauldron had no idea that the ancient cauldron he had accidentally obtained could be so precious.

Fang Bai looked at the price tag of the cauldron. He saw 20,000 low-grade fire element stones and 20 bottles of low-grade Juyuan Dan. The exchange price was not expensive, and Fang Bai's space ring happened to contain some low-grade ones. The high-grade Fire Yuan Stone and some low-grade Ju Yuan Dan are enough to exchange for the cauldron.

"Brother, I really like your cauldron. Can you make it cheaper?"

Fang Bai picked up the cauldron, looked at it in his eyes, and asked the stall owner pretending to be casual.

The stall owner was a heaven-level perfection warrior. He looked more than ten years older than Fang Bai after his disguise. He was short and thin, with a goatee and a wretched and evil look.

Judging from the attire of the stall owner, he should be a casual cultivator with no sect or sect.

"Little brother, I spent a lot of effort to get this cauldron from a dangerous place. The price cannot be lower!"

The stall owner said seriously.

"I came out in a hurry, so I didn't bring that many multi-stones and elixirs with me... Well, I'll trade you a 500-year-old crystal tear for this cauldron. What do you think?"

Fang Bai knew the value of the cauldron, and the price listed by the stall owner was indeed not expensive, so he did not continue to bargain and decided to exchange it for a Crystal Tear.