The Legend of Douba Resurrection

Ye Chong shook his head silently when he heard the words.

And does this young pavilion master still have a hobby of collecting antiques?

It's fine with the copper sheet, it has to have a little rust.

Why, I have to make old ones.

A strong sense of disobedience rose in Ye Zhong's heart.

"We've already visited the third floor just now, and there doesn't seem to be any rusty copper pieces. Why don't we go to the first or second floor to have a look, then there will be more people and more opportunities."

Ye Zhong suggested patiently.

"Well, that's the only way it can be."

Xiao Yan frowned.

In fact, he had already given up most of it in his heart, and made up his mind not to look for it after the end of the day.

"Brother Xiao Yan, grandpa, I seem to have seen a piece of copper just now."

A timid voice suddenly sounded.

"Xinlan, have you seen it?"

Ye Zhong's eyes suddenly widened.

Is there really such a thing that I don't know what the hell it is? ?

"Well, it's a light yellow copper piece with a little green rust, and it seems to have some ancient patterns on it, but I don't know if it's the piece that brother Xiao Yan is looking for."

Ye Xinlan nodded affirmatively.

"That's right, that's right, Xin Lan, where did you find it? Why didn't we see it just now?"

Xiao Yan said with a rather excited expression.

"Well, there is a new alchemist who set up a stall behind the stall we passed just now. You just walked forward and didn't notice it, but I noticed it."

"That stall is full of weird things, everything is there, but there are no medicinal materials. I saw that Grandpa took Brother Xiao Yan to find various medicinal materials, so I thought Brother Xiao Yan was here to find medicinal materials, so I didn't tell you."

Ye Xinlan pointed in one direction and explained.

"Can this still blame me???"

Ye Zhong was dumbfounded.

"I didn't blame grandpa."

Ye Xinlan pouted and protested softly.

"Hehe, it's okay. Xinlan, please take us to see it, that thing is very important to me, I must get it."

Xiao Yan waved his hand and said.

"Well, over here."

Ye Xinlan led the three of them straight to a Yutai booth.

"How about a fifth-rank Longli Pill for this piece of copper?"

"Go, go, go, this copper moment is an ancient thing, and the value of the two characters of ancient times is ten times higher. A fifth-rank Longli Pill? Who cares! At least a seventh-rank pill, No counter-offer will be made.”

Just as Xiao Yan and his party approached, a burst of arguments came into their ears.

"Brother Xiao Yan, that piece of copper seems to be bought by someone else soon."

Ye Xinlan pulled Xiao Yan's big hand and said anxiously.

"I see, but we still have a chance, let's go."

As soon as Xiao Yan pulled Ye Xinlan, he walked up quickly.

Chen Xian said that he was a little annoyed today, why?

As the son of the master of Zhongxuan Mingzong, the third sect of Tianmingzong, the second sect of Zhongzhou, he has had endless cultivation resources for him to practice since he was a child, and the cultivation environment is not bad.

At any rate, he is also up to the challenge. This year, at the young age of twenty, he is already a seven-star Douhuang and a sixth-rank senior alchemist.He has always acted smoothly, but today he is very upset because he met a stubborn old man.

As a sixth-grade pharmacist, with a keen soul, he happened to have an abnormality in a pale yellow copper piece when he was visiting a trade fair.Just wanted to buy it with a fifth-rank Longli Pill, but the stubborn old man wanted a seventh-rank pill in exchange for it like he was crazy.

Seventh grade elixir?He was only a sixth-grade pharmacist, so he was reluctant to exchange a seventh-grade elixir for a piece of copper whose properties were unknown.But, let him give up directly, he is reluctant.

Because he wanted to get the copper piece, but also didn't want to take out a higher-grade elixir.

It has always been Chen Xian who relied on his father... no, he relied on his own ability to take advantage of others, how could anyone else take advantage of him.

"How about this, how about a sixth-grade alchemy? I'm already very sincere."

Chen Xian stretched out the purple iron fan in his hand and fanned the air irritably.

"No, I've already offered a seventh-grade elixir, and I won't bargain."

The person who set up the stall, an old man with the badge of a seventh-rank intermediate alchemist pinned to his chest, still said very strongly.

"Shh!"

"I advise you not to push yourself too hard. I am Chen Xian, the son of Xuanmingzong's suzerain."