Longevity starts with inheriting a friend's legacy

Chapter 72 Dragon scales?

This thing!
Looking at what was in the man's hand, Fang Xu's pupils shrank slightly and he was shocked!

Because in terms of shape, this thing is almost exactly the same as the one that the madman had stuffed into his hand just now, except that the one that the madman had stuffed into his hand was yellow, while the one in the man's hand was black.

"What is this?" Fang Xu asked with a frown.

The man said in a deep voice, "Dragon Scale!"

puff!
Fang Xu laughed immediately after hearing this.

Seeing that he seemed unconvinced, the man became anxious and directly pulled out the turquoise-inlaid dagger he had just stolen.

"This dagger can barely reach the first grade. Let me try it out for you!"

As he spoke, he placed the so-called "dragon scale" on the ground, then holding a dagger, he stabbed at the "dragon scale" fiercely!
Although his cultivation level is only at the third level of martial arts, his strength is still acceptable.

The dagger stabbed hard into the "dragon scales", creating a spark that bounced the dagger away.

The man handed the dragon scale and the dagger to Fang Xu and said, "Look."

"What else can it be other than dragon scales that can block the powerful blow of a first-grade weapon without leaving a trace?"

Fang Xu took the "dragon scale" and looked at it carefully. He was surprised to see that there was indeed no trace left on it.

"I'm not sure if it's dragon scale, but this thing is only the size of a palm, what can it be used for?" Fang Xu said with a smile.

This thing was similar to what the madman had stuffed into his pocket. Fang Xu wanted to buy it back and study it carefully, but the man in front of him was too shrewd. If he showed any interest, he would probably rip him off.

"This thing is very useful!" Seeing being questioned, the man hurriedly explained.

Fang Xu smiled and said:

"To build armor? This piece isn't enough, right?"

"As a weapon? It's only the size of a palm, how can it hurt anyone?"

"Or is it for use in medicine? How can it be used as medicine when it's so hard?"

The man was speechless after being asked a series of questions by him. He suddenly felt that the thing he regarded as a treasure was indeed a bit useless.

"Young man, to be honest, this thing really comes from the ruins of Tilan Mountain!" As if he was still thinking of raising the price, the man brought out the ruins of Tilan Mountain again.

"Ten taels of silver. I'll take it if you sell it to me. I'll just keep it as a collection." Fang Xu didn't want to argue with him and just gave him a price.

"Ten taels! Silver!?" The man said angrily, "You are insulting me!"

Fang Xu didn't say anything, just looked at him with a smile.

There was no sign of any particular desire on his face, so the man finally gave in and said, "More!"

Fang Xu was about to speak when he suddenly felt a slight movement coming from the virtual panel. When his consciousness returned to normal, he found that the arrow pointing to the Wuhuan heritage was flashing, and was clearly pointing to a tightly wrapped, furtive man.

It's him! ?
The person pointed by the arrow should be the servant of the Wu family, and what he is carrying is very likely the manuscript of ballistics inheritance.

After taking a glance at the man, Fang Xu came up with a plan. He turned to look at the man and asked, "Did you see that person?"

The man looked in the direction of his finger, a gleam in his eyes and he nodded, "He looks like a fat sheep. I got this treasure from a fat sheep like him."

"Isn't it from the Tilanshan ruins?" Fang Xu joked.

“…” The man smiled awkwardly.

"Go and get the things from him, plus this dragon scale, and I'll give you one or two ounces of gold, how about that?" Fang Xu whispered.

One ounce of gold! ?

Hearing this, the man licked his lips greedily and said, "That won't work! What if the things he has are worth much more than this price? Wouldn't I lose money?"

"What if the things on him are rags?" Fang Xu said calmly.

The man was slightly startled, and after struggling for a long time, he smiled awkwardly and said, "This kind of transaction is really fucking exciting!"

"Wait!" As he spoke, he had already flashed to the side of the man who was suspected to be a servant of the Wu family.

He just rubbed the servant lightly and then pretended nothing had happened and returned to Fang Xu's side.

"Got it!" The man handed a package to Fang Xu as if showing off and looked at him with a smile.

Fang Xu touched it and found that there was indeed something that looked like a book inside, and the arrow on the virtual panel also disappeared at this time.

He immediately took out a gold bean from his purse and handed it to the man, saying, "The gold is yours, and give me the broken thing."

After taking the gold, the man put it in his mouth and bit it, then reluctantly handed the so-called "dragon scale" to Fang Xu.

"Brother, what's in the package? Can you open it and take a look?"

Fang Xu shook his head: "It's better not to watch it. If I make money, you will feel uncomfortable. If you make money, you will laugh at me again."

"So be it."

After paying and taking the items, he turned around and walked towards the other stalls in the alley.

After walking around for a long time and still not finding anything that satisfied him, Fang Xu simply left and prepared to go to the weapons shop that Yun Qing mentioned.

After visiting a few weapon shops, Fang Xu couldn't help but be amazed!

The price of a most common low-quality weapon is basically around thirty gold, and a slightly better one costs nearly a hundred gold!
No wonder Yun Qing didn't let him buy it here. After taking into account the expenses of blood food and elixirs, how could an ordinary warrior have so much spare money to afford such a weapon?
More importantly, he felt from those so-called entry-level weapons that these weapons were far inferior to the wooden stick in his Neiguan acupoint.

That's it!

I will search for it slowly later.

After leaving the weapons shop, Fang Xu returned to the place where he and Yun Qing separated and found Yun Qing in a private room on the second floor of the restaurant.

Seeing Fang Xu holding a package in his hand, Yun Qing took a sip of wine and said calmly, "Did you buy the things?"

Fang Xu shook his head: "I didn't find anything suitable."

Yun Qing smiled faintly and stroked his sword, saying, "Good weapons are not that easy to find. My father sacrificed his reputation and begged Master Ou for three months before he reluctantly agreed to make this sword for me."

"Master Ou is a weapon refiner?" Fang Xu asked doubtfully.

Yun Qing nodded: "Refining weapons and refining pills require talent. A good refiner or alchemist would not dare to neglect even someone as distinguished as my father."

Magical weapons can greatly enhance a warrior's strength, and elixirs are necessary consumables for every warrior.

There is nothing wrong with good weapon refiners and alchemists being respected.

"Mr. Yun, do you know any master alchemist?" Fang Xu asked.

Chu Mu's body is almost recovering. Once she has fully recovered and is able to practice, she can learn the way of alchemy. She will need the guidance of a master.

The only alchemist Fang Xu was familiar with was Wu Huan, the ancestor of the Wu family. He had never met any other alchemists.

"Of course there are. Several alchemists in Huichun Hall have a good relationship with the Yun family." Yun Qing said, and then smiled and said, "But don't even think about it. They don't accept disciples."

“Whether they are alchemists or weapon refiners, they all attach great importance to the inheritance of their own legacy. If it is not a disciple they like, these old stubborn people would rather take their inheritance into the coffin than pass it on easily.”

"Let's go."

After finishing the wine in the glass, Yun Qing took out two pieces of silver and threw them on the table, then turned and walked downstairs.

It was already the end of the Xu hour when the two returned to Fenglin Town.

Yun Qing went back to the inn by himself and did not continue to bother Chu Mu.

Fang Xu returned home, gave Chu Mu a massage, then went back to his room and took out all the things he had gained during the day.

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