Chapter 373 Happy Sanren (Seeking Subscription, Monthly Ticket)

He knew very well that it was very difficult to raise the Artifact Refining Technique to the third level, and it was because of this that the price of magic weapons remained high.

He made a move with one hand, and the crimson flying knife landed on his hand. He examined the red flying knife carefully, recalling the refining process, and frowned.

It is not very clear in the refining classics, for example, when refining, add the appropriate amount of green soul powder, what is the appropriate amount? It can only be explored through practice.

Take the teeth of bloodthirsty sharks as an example. The quality of the teeth of the third-level bloodthirsty sharks and the second-level bloodthirsty sharks is very different. The refining time is different, and the materials added are also different. The material should reach a balance.

Han Zhangxiang sighed softly and put away the refining materials. He needs to consult with a third-level refining master. It is not advisable to build a car behind closed doors. This is why high-level monks often hold gatherings to exchange and learn from each other. As the saying goes, three people must There is my teacher, and this is what he said.

Opportunities are to be fought for by oneself, not to sit on the sidelines.

Han Zhangxiang took out a blue communication plate, entered a formula, and said, "Changwu, how is the Golden Gourd Pavilion recently? Is there any trade fair?"

"The business in the store is pretty good. Uncle Daoxiu reported that there is an underground auction recently, and it is said that there is an auction of magic weapons."

There are many merchants in Haoran City, and some merchants regularly hold underground auctions. Han Daoxiu hangs out in teahouses and restaurants all the year round, and has made friends with many foundation-building monks, and the news is extensive.

Han Zhangxiang nodded and said, "Understood, you should be busy!"

He took out another communication disk to contact Han Daoxiu and asked him to come.

Half an hour later, Han Daoxiu appeared in front of Han Zhangxiang, and he told what happened.

"Patriarch, the underground auction will be held tomorrow, and most of the participants will be foundation-building monks, but there will be a magic weapon auction, and there should be monks participating in the alchemy. The location is in the backyard of the Four Seas Tea House. If you are interested, I will take you there , Without the recommendation of an acquaintance, it is impossible to participate.”

Han Zhangxiang nodded and said, "Okay, the old man will go with you then, hoping to get some good things."

Han Changming gave him two magic weapons, one for attack and one for defense, which is not enough. If he can take a third-order puppet beast or a powerful talisman, it can improve his strength. Spirits are also good.

It has been more than two years since he has been in Waihai. This is the first time Han Zhangxiang participated in an underground auction.

"Yes, Patriarch."

Han Daoxiu agreed, he suddenly remembered something, and said: "Patriarch, I have heard about Tinghai Pavilion, Tinghai Pavilion and Qingyang Gate are holding a group to keep warm, and their combined force is called Jinxia Island. Jinxia Island, there are quite a few forces like Jinxia Island, and they regularly go to Haoran City to trade."

"Okay, pay more attention to the news of Jinxia Island, it would be great if you can meet Chang Ming and the others."

Han Zhangxiang was overjoyed, finally knowing the whereabouts of Han Changming and others, he can let go of his hanging heart.

One day passed quickly.

In the early morning, the sky was just bright, and there were many monks walking around on the spacious street.

Han Zhangxiang and Han Daoxiu appeared in a nine-storey golden attic, and the golden plaque above the door was written with four big silver characters "Sihai Tea House".

There were more than a dozen qi refining monks sitting in the lobby, they gathered together in twos and threes, drinking tea and chatting.

The shopkeeper is an old man in a green robe in his early fifties, with a goatee, a ruddy complexion, and looks very energetic.

Han Daoxiu and Han Zhangxiang walked to the counter, and Han Daoxiu said to the green-robed old man, "Shopkeeper, I'm here to find someone. I wonder if a fellow Taoist surnamed Lu has booked a private room?"

"No, there is a fellow Daoist Lin who booked a private room."

The blue-robed old man's face was calm.

"Fellow Daoist Lin? But Fellow Daoist Lin Lu?"

Surprise flashed across the eyes of the green-robed old man, a smile appeared on his face, and he said, "Exactly, Fellow Daoist Lin has been waiting for a long time, the two seniors come with me."

They followed the green-robed old man to the backyard. There was a simple wooden house in the backyard. A burly middle-aged man was guarding the outside of the wooden house. Judging by his aura, he was obviously a middle-stage foundation-building monk.

The layout of the room is simple, except for a few tables and chairs, there is nothing else. The green-robed old man walked up to a wooden chair, turned it around, and a piece of the floor was sunken, revealing a large hole, and a blue stone step could be seen. Cyan stone steps spread along the ground.

"This is a Hidden Shell. It can cover up breath and mana fluctuations. It will be returned after the auction."

The green-robed old man took out two light blue shells and handed them to Han Daoxiu and Han Zhangxiang.

Han Daoxiu injected mana, and the cyan shell sprayed out a cyan mist, covering his whole body. Even if he used spiritual eyes to observe, he couldn't see Han Daoxiu's true face.

Han Zhangxiang also injected mana into the blue shell, and sprayed out a cloud of blue mist, covering his whole body.

The green-robed old man walked in first, followed by Han Zhangxiang and Han Daoxiu.

It didn't take long for them to appear in an underground cave that was as large as an acre. The stone walls were inlaid with a large number of moonstones, emitting bursts of soft white light, illuminating the entire cave.

There are runes flashing faintly on the stone wall, exuding a faint wave of prohibition.

Directly in front is a cyan stone platform with a height of one person. There are hundreds of cyan wooden chairs near the cyan stone platform. The numbers are few and far between.

They found two vacant seats and sat down.

There are monks coming in one after another, most of them are foundation building monks, and there are not many alchemy monks.

A man in green robe with a fat head and big ears caught Han Zhangxiang's attention. The man in green robe has simple and honest facial features, small eyes, and the fat around his waist is falling down. Ji" muffled, as if he couldn't bear his weight.

"Xiaoyao Sanren, it's actually this person."

Han Zhangxiang's eyes flashed with astonishment, Xiaoyao Sanren is a casual cultivator in the alchemy stage, and also a craftsman, he is quite famous in the sea.

There are many alchemy monks in the outer sea, and those who can have some reputation are not ordinary people. At least Han Zhangxiang is not well-known, and his reputation is not obvious.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the auction hall was full, and some monks were standing.

Han Zhangxiang was a little surprised. There were only so many participants in an underground auction, let alone a large auction.

Accompanied by a melodious bell, a beautiful figure flew down on the blue stone platform, and it was a graceful young woman in a green skirt.

"Seniors are welcome to come and participate in this auction. I am honored to preside over the auction. The rules are the same as other auctions. The highest bidder wins. The auction starts now."

The young woman in the green skirt gave a brief introduction, took out five cyan porcelain bottles, and said, "Five Foundation Establishment Pills will be auctioned separately. The base price is 10,000 spirit stones, and each increase should not be less than 1,000."