Chapter 68 Kicking on the iron plate

At dusk, Zhuo Buqun tempered all the iron in the wooden house into fine iron.

There are thirteen yuan in total, which is the result of a month of hard work by an outer disciple.

And the fine iron handed by Zhuo Buqun, the quality is perfect.

After resting for a night, Zhuo Buqun left his residence and came to a valley located in the middle of the mountain.

This is the place where the outer disciples of Mojian Peak trade privately, and the inner disciples often come here to trade.

Zhuo Buqun found an open space, took out two pieces of fine iron from the bamboo basket and placed it in front of him, and then sat cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed.

Not long after, someone came to ask the price, "How to exchange your fine iron?"

This is a tall and mighty outer disciple with a flame smell on his body and burned signs on his robe. He is obviously a weapon refining disciple.

There are two types of outer disciples of Mojian Peak: one is to practice Dou Qi, and the other is to practice and refine weapons in full-time.

Many weapon refining disciples are unwilling to spend their energy and time on iron smelting, but instead exchange them with extra resources.

Zhuo Buqun replied: "Five pieces of fine iron, exchange for a low-grade star stone."

"What kind of ragged iron is so expensive, why don't you rob it?" the tall disciple sneered.

Some of the nearby outer disciples also mocked him when they heard such a high price.

Generally, if you exchange ten pieces of fine iron for one piece of low-quality product, Zhuo Buqun's offer price is twice as high, which naturally seems outrageous and unacceptable.

Zhuo Buqun said lightly: "The iron I refined is worth this price, so I can't change it!"

Seeing Zhuo Buqun's words so confident, the tall disciple picked up a piece of iron and looked at it carefully for a moment, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

Then he took out a short knife and activated the fighting spirit. Several inches of star light spurted on the short knife, slashing it on the essence iron with one knife.

when!

The short knife was broken into two pieces, and only a slight knife mark was left on the fine iron.

The tall disciple held the broken knife and stood there.

All the disciples from the nearby outer sect were shocked and gathered together.

"I want all your essence!" the tall outer disciple said decisively, fearing that others would compete with him.

"The iron of this quality is perfect. It is a waste of resources for external disciples to refine weapons, and it is all my fault!"

A young man walked out of the crowd and saw the red robe on him. Other outer disciples showed a look of awe. This young man was an inner disciple.

There are only a dozen inner disciples in the entire Mojian Peak. They are geniuses trained by Mojian Peak with a transcendent status and are definitely not dared to provoke them by the outer disciples.

Although the tall disciple was unwilling to accept it, he did not dare to fight with the inner disciples, so he had to retreat behind, his eyes nostalgic on Jingtie, looking reluctant to leave.

"I don't blame you either. I'll give you three low-grade star stones. If you have the iron in the future, just come to me!" The inner disciple said to Zhuo Buqun with a smile, looking very polite.

Zhuo Buqun clasped his fists and said, "Thank you!"

Just as the two were about to exchange, a young man squeezed into the crowd and spoke loudly to stop him: "Senior Brother Chen Hao, you can't accept this person's essence!"

The young man frowned: "Su Yang, what do you mean?"

Su Yang said arrogantly: "Senior Brother Chen Hao, this person has had a marriage with me. This time I give me a face, which can be considered as giving my cousin Ling Xuan the face!"

Chen Hao hesitated for a moment, looked at Jing Tie with regret, and turned around and left.

Su Yang's cousin Ling Xuan is the first inner disciple of Mojian Peak. Who dares not give him his face?

Su Yang's eyes swept across the people around him and said arrogantly: "Whoever dares to trade with this kid in the future is to be unable to get along with me, Su Yang!"

Many outer disciples showed fear and dispersed.

"Boy, offend me, Su Yang, you will never be able to move forward in the sword-make peak in the future!" Su Yang looked at Zhuo Buqun, sneered proudly, arrogant and arrogant.

Zhuo Buqun had murderous intent in his heart.

When promoted to an outer disciple, he was first bullied by Elder Duan, but now even a guy like Su Yang jumped out and stepped on him.

Repeatedly being bullied made Zhuo Buqun murderous intent.

For the next two consecutive days, Zhuo Buqun's sharp iron was no longer cared about.

"It seems that I have to kill someone!" Zhuo Buqun packed up Jingtie and prepared to get up and leave.

A middle-aged man suddenly stopped and asked, "Did you refine this fine iron by yourself?"

"That's right!" Zhuo Buqun replied very politely, but his heart was dark.

This middle-aged man was dressed in a rustic cloth, his face was covered with stubborn hair, and his eyes were covered with bloodshot, like a gambler who had been in trouble for several days and nights.

However, Zhuo Buqun sensed that this person's aura was empty and under his desolate appearance, it was like a volcano hidden, violent and majestic. Zhuo Buqun looked at it for a few more times and his eyes felt burning.

This down-and-out middle-aged man is actually an extremely powerful fighting master, and his strength is even better than Elder Qi.

The middle-aged man picked up a piece of fine iron, and the moment he bought it, his eyes flashed with a flash of splendor, revealing a sense of shock.

"I want these fine irons, how can I exchange them?"

"A piece of low-grade star stone exchanged for five pieces of fine iron, but... forget it, if you trade with me, you will bring disaster to you!" Zhuo Buqun showed helplessness and buried a big pit for Su Yang without any trace.

The middle-aged man smiled indifferently, flipped his right hand, and a black ring with an ancient style flashed out of starlight, and ten low-grade star stones appeared out of thin air in his hand.

"Starry Ring!"

Zhuo Buqun was shocked and he became more and more sure that this person had an extraordinary origin.

The starry sky ring used to store items is of amazing value. In Star Romon, only the strong fighter can have the starry sky ring.

"Your fine iron is worth much more than this. I will give you ten star stones, practice diligently, and your future will be limitless!" The middle-aged man placed ten star stones in front of Zhuo Buqun.

At this moment, Su Yang's domineering and arrogant voice came: "Who dares not obey my Su Yang's words? Old man, can you be killed?"

The middle-aged man dressed simply and was in a down-and-out manner. Su Yang regarded him as the deacon of Mojian Peak, and he was the one with the worst and lowest status.

The middle-aged man ignored it and waved his hand to grab Zhuo Buqun's Jing Tie.

"Old guy, you're looking for death!" Su Yang was furious and punched the middle-aged man in the back.

Bang!

Su Yang's palm was three feet away from the middle-aged man. When he encountered an invisible barrier, his wrist was broken and his mouth was spurted blood and retreated.

The middle-aged man grabbed the sky, sucked all the essence and iron into the starry sky ring, and then spread it away.

"Do you do it and kill this old thing!" Su Yang's face twisted in pain, and he shouted angrily with gritted teeth.

An outer disciple said tremblingly: "Starry Sky Ring, that person has the Starry Sky Ring..."

Su Yang's whole body was cold, and his arrogance turned into awe and fear. Although he was domineering and arrogant, he was not a fool. He could not afford to provoke anyone who had a starry sky ring. This time he kicked the iron plate.

"It seems that Mr. Su Yang's hand is not big enough, and he tries to cover the sky of Mojian Peak, but his hand is broken!" Zhuo Buqun sarcastically and left the valley with the Star Stone.

"How dare you obscene me?" Su Yang looked at Zhuo Buqun's back, his eyes full of resentment.
Chapter completed!