Beimingsikong Island.

Because of the use of a long-distance teleportation array, Zhang Yang's time was greatly saved, which made him arrive here in advance.

It was more than twenty days before the exchange meeting began, but there were already crowds of people on the island, and a famous cultivator could be seen everywhere. Even those rare golden elixir monks can be encountered from time to time.

You can even see a powerful demon cultivator or even a corpse cultivator walking around the street calmly.

Sikong Island is located in Beiming, thousands of miles away from the coastline of the human continent. This is an island where cultivators live. Now it coincides with the Guiyun Tower exchange meeting here, so naturally there is a burst of people.

This felt very fresh for Zhang Yang. He wandered around calmly for a few days and gained a general understanding of the situation on the island.

It turns out that only a very small number of these people gathered on the island came to participate in the Guiyunlou exchange meeting, and most of them took the opportunity to join in the fun nearby. During the exchange meeting, there were many monks, setting up stalls nearby to sell their own items, or taking the opportunity to purchase the items they needed.

Some people even organize small-scale underground exchange meetings before or after the exchange meeting, and the results are also good.

After all, Guiyunlou organized a prefecture-level exchange meeting this time, and only a few people who are qualified to participate are qualified.

An exchange meeting can create such great benefits, which reminds Zhang Yang of large-scale events such as the Olympics in his previous life.

I have to say that the identity token of the Guiyunlou Exchange Meeting is still very useful. Not only can you participate in the prefecture-level exchange meeting, but you can also kill other exchange meetings on the island.

No matter who organizes a small exchange meeting, you can attend anytime as long as you have the identity token of the Guiyunlou Prefectural Exchange Meeting.

This made Zhang Yang convenient. With a fun attitude, he participated in several exchange meetings in a row. He was not picky. No matter how big the exchange meeting was, he just wanted to increase his knowledge.

After a few days, Zhang Yang has gained a lot. In addition to exchanging a few magic weapons that he is more interested in, he also sold several magic weapons at a high price and raised a large number of spiritual stones.

Zhang Yang started his career by killing people and catching treasures, and he has no shortage of spirit stones. However, this prefecture-level exchange meeting is a communication meeting close to the highest level in the mainland. If some good things appear in it, it will definitely cause crazy bidding.

Be prepared for any trouble! This is Zhang Yang’s idea. It would be better to not use these spirit stones than to miss the good things you like after the incident is over but missed them because there is no spirit stone. That would be a lifelong regret.

On that day, Zhang Yang walked out of his temporary residence as usual and walked to a small market.

Small markets like this are rare in normal times. However, there are as many as there are almost every day on Sikong Island today.

The gathering of a large number of cultivators makes the market no longer have to worry about the flow of tourists. As long as the market opens, the crowd will soon be full.

After paying the admission fee for five spirit stones, Zhang Yang entered the market.

Now Zhang Yang is an absolute rich man and has a wealthy fortune. Even among the old monsters of Nascent Soul, he is still very rich. There are all kinds of spirit stones, magic weapons, and martial arts. There are fewer and fewer things that can make him like him.

After walking around, I only bought two mysterious materials that no one knew what it was. For example, buyers and sellers traded with a gambling attitude.

Of course, the reason why Zhang Yang traded was that he didn't take that little bit of spirit stone to heart.

He didn't see any other ideal things, and was slightly disappointed when he was about to leave, suddenly a piece of gray iron made his eyes lit up.

This piece of gray iron was exactly the same as the piece of gray iron he encountered when he first participated in a market near Maiji Town.

Similar irregular shapes and exactly the same aura all have powerful summoning power to Zhang Yang.

It's it! It's it!

As his steps moved in and feeling the increasingly strong summoning power in his heart, Zhang Yang had made up his mind to take down this piece of gray iron no matter what.

The owner of Gray Iron is a middle-aged monk who is a middle-level foundation building. In addition to this mysterious Gray Iron, there are two magic weapons next to it. The gray iron is placed on the magic weapon. Obviously, in the eyes of this middle-aged monk, the value of this gray iron is far above those two magic weapons.

Zhang Yang is rich now. As long as the other party is willing to sell, he can afford the price. He doesn't have to use any tactics of attacking the world. He goes forward and picks up the piece of gray iron.

The gray iron tentacles immediately felt like flesh and blood was fusion, and they were extremely comfortable.

At this time, the voice of the middle-aged monk sounded:

"Senior, I'm going to exchange for a piece of gray iron. If I have a piece of fire return pill, I can immediately offer this piece of gray iron."

Fire-returning elixir is an elixir suitable for cultivators who practice fire-attribute spells. Taking one in the foundation-building stage can increase the realm first level, and it is extremely precious.

However, Zhang Yang once obtained several fire return pills in an ancient ruin. This thing has no effect on him now. If he uses it for trading, it will be heartbreaking at all.

"Oh? I have Fire and Pills. However, what is your gray iron? Is it worth a Fire and Pills?" Zhang Yang asked with his eyes rolling.

Originally, when the middle-aged monk saw that Zhang Yang was black and stuttered, he didn't have much hope. The reason why he didn't dare to ignore him was because the other party's strength was completely above him.

Now I heard that the other party actually had Fire and Pills, and it seemed that he was intentional exchange and immediately became enthusiastic.

"I'm going to tell you that, I don't know what it is." When the middle-aged monk said this, his old face turned red. He didn't know what it was, so he proposed to exchange a fire return pill, which really tasted a bit greedy.

Perhaps because he was afraid that Zhang Yang would not be satisfied, the monk then said, "However, I can be sure that this gray iron is definitely not an ordinary thing. I practiced the fire attribute law. When I got this gray iron, I tried to refine it, but failed. I have a close friend, who is a disciple of Ye Chen, a weapon refining master of Dayu City, Yinchuan County. Later, I found this close friend and asked him to identify this gray iron. As a result, the close friend not only did not recognize this thing, but after using all the means, he still couldn't do anything about this gray iron. In the end, it was only said that it was not an ordinary thing. Therefore, although I didn't know what it was, if I could not exchange what I wanted, I would rather collect it than exchange it at will."

Ye Chen, Zhang Yang naturally knew about it. Before sending Shangguan Moer back to Daxing City, Shangguan Moer, the daughter, once took him to Ye Chen to repair a large number of mechanical puppets.

Ye Chen did have some tricks in refining weapons, and he had disciples all over the world. As for how big his disciples can have, it is hard to say.

However, Zhang Yang didn't care about other people's opinions. He had long been determined to take down this mysterious gray iron piece.

He spoke immediately: "I intend to exchange this mysterious gray iron, but you have to tell me where the mysterious gray iron comes from. In this way, it is easy to judge what it is based on this."

The middle-aged monk's eyes lit up when he heard this, but there was nothing to hide, and he said:

"I am a native of Sikong Island. In addition to practicing in seclusion, I am teaming up with everyone to explore the North Sea. This gray iron was obtained by me from an ancient ruin during an adventure. However, the ancient ruins are extremely dilapidated and have been entered by countless people. It is probably not easy to find any clues. However, if you want to explore it, I can inform you of the location."

At Zhang Yang's request, the middle-aged monk took out a jade slip and burned his spiritual sense, and soon a simple map was formed.

Zhang Yang checked and frowned:

"The Far North Iceberg? The ruins you mentioned are actually located in the Far North Iceberg? Although they are not the central area of ​​the Far North Iceberg, I am afraid that it is not something you, a small foundation-building monk, can you?"

As he spoke, a powerful aura spread out from Zhang Yang's body, and a huge pressure pressed towards the middle-aged monk.

If the other party dares to play any tricks, Zhang Yang doesn't mind giving the other party a small lesson, or even killing him at the right time.

Feeling Zhang Yang's aura, the middle-aged monk's face changed immediately and he quickly said:

"Senior, please calm down. I naturally dare not deceive me. This mysterious gray iron was indeed obtained from a ruin in the North Iceberg. It was more than ten years ago. At that time, I followed a team and did not act alone. The monsters were everywhere in the North Sea. If it were only my younger generation himself, it would be impossible to reach the North Iceberg safely."

The middle-aged monk said it was extremely sincere, and the other party seemed to have no need to deceive him. Zhang Yang took back his momentum.

"Team? If that's the case, it's not impossible."

Since he chose to believe, Zhang Yang no longer made things too difficult for the other party. He flicked his finger and threw a small black bottle over.

The middle-aged monk took it, opened the bottle plug and looked at it for a moment, and immediately showed an ecstatic expression.

Zhang Yang smiled slightly, reached out and wiped the piece of gray iron, and turned around and left.

After the middle-aged monk got the Fire Refuge Pill, he didn't even bother to put on the stalls. He immediately packed up his things and ran back to the cave to retreat.

...

Back in the cave, Zhang Yang flipped his hands and took out all two mysterious gray irons and slung them in front of him.

He has studied this mysterious gray iron a lot. He usually uses claws to attack, tempers with the fire of Nine Flames, burns with the Yin Fire released from his body, explores the spiritual sense, and recognizes the master with the blood... Almost all the methods that can be used, but they have never achieved any effective results.

Now, he looked at it again and could only put it away helplessly.

It was clear that these two mysterious gray irons must have great benefits for me, but I didn't know where to start. This feeling was extremely unhappy.

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Chapter completed!