The backyard of Tiansha Pavilion looks extremely spacious. Not only are there many old items piled up on the ground in the yard, but there are also many strange things in a room.

Unlike the thin shopkeeper who had a slightly convulsive expression, Chen Feng, who came to Tiansha Pavilion's backyard, seemed to have found a good place, and took Qiao Xueqing to look around with excitement.

"This one is very good, that one is also good, and this one..." Chen Feng was picky and wanted to move everything from Tiansha Pavilion backyard back home.

Seeing Chen Feng's face full of joy, he ran here and there for a while, as if he was even dazzled by himself, the thin-faced shopkeeper finally couldn't help but say annoyed: "Don't mess up the cannon refining room."

At this time, Mo Qiangyong had already regretted bringing Chen Feng over. In his eyes, Chen Feng had completely changed from a clan of the Chen clan to a native bun who had never seen the world.

Compared to Chen Feng, who was silly smiling, Qiao Xueqing, who was dressed in a bright and calm manner, was not taking anything randomly.

The tall and heavy forging table is placed in the yard, like a small altar, which still gives people a sense of heat even though the fire has been extinguished.

In Chen Feng's opinion, the slim and long-faced shopkeeper mentioned the refining house is somewhat like a concentrated waste product, and the items placed in it are mostly broken and spiritual things.

From the old items placed randomly on the ground in the yard, we can see that Tiansha Pavilion is not too concerned about these deleted and selected rags.

Almost all the rooms in the backyard of Tiansha Pavilion with Qiao Xueqing were running around, and then Chen Feng came to the face-slimming shopkeeper with a bunch of things.

In Mo Qiangyong's somewhat ugly face, Chen Feng sprinkled a bunch of strange things on the ground, and smiled at him with anticipation, "Shopkeeper, I want these things."

"You won't let me give all these things for free, right? I had to say that I could only get two..." Facing the silly Chen Feng, the slimming shopkeeper swallowed his saliva and said dryly.

"Anyway, it's useless to put these things here. I finally picked them out." Chen Feng stared at Mo Qiangyong, with great persistence not to relax if he didn't give anything.

Facing Chen Feng's gaze, Mo Qiangyong first looked at the messy things he threw all over the floor, and then said with a dark face: "You can't take so many things in vain. If you have something to help in the future, I hope you don't refuse."

"It must, it must~~~ Actually, I still have some money. I'm very embarrassed to ask Manager Mo for things." Chen Feng took out ten silver bars from the storage bag and shyly put away all the messy things.

Until Chen Feng and Qiao Xueqing left and looked at the ten shining silver bars on the ground, Mo Qiang was stunned and did not come back to his senses for a long time.

After leaving Tiansha Pavilion, Chen Feng's expectation and joy on his face were not hidden at all. He was in a good mood and even used the remaining three low-level spirit stones to buy Qiao Xueqing a bottle of monster blood, a pen in the sky, and three talisman paper for Qiao Xueqing.

With Qiao Xueqing nodding, Chen Feng did not continue to stroll, but hired a carriage and returned to his own courtyard in the east of the city.

Before, Qiao Xueqing didn't take anything in the backyard of Tiansha Pavilion, but just secretly signaled Chen Feng with his eyes and asked him to take two things.

Among the piles of things Chen Feng was holding, except for a black stick found with Qiao Xueqing's knowledge and a broken bottle, the rest were all rags.

"The Tiansha Gang is really a big family and has a lot of cultivation items on the first floor of Tiansha Pavilion. I guess there should be some good things on the third floor above." Chen Feng was like a robber, and his face exclaimed with greed.

Qiao Xueqing was a little dismissed: "The forces like this who are in charge of Tongxuan stage cultivators, they can have a magic weapon that they are highly valued."

"No matter what, compared to us, the Tiansha Gang is too rich. The manager Mo seems to be inconspicuous, but the aura of the ninth level of Qi Refining is much heavier than Chen Hao." Chen Feng's face calmed down at this time.

As the carriage drove, Chen Feng lifted up the car window and watched the prosperity of Cangbi City all the way. When he returned to his own courtyard, it was getting darker.

When he entered the yard, he saw Tu Dashou, whose injuries had recovered, and was eating and drinking. Not only was he not annoyed, Chen Feng smiled and joked to her, "Don't just focus on eating, look forward to the yard. If an uninvited guest comes, don't make a big noise."

Seeing Chen Feng enter the underground cultivation room of the west wing, Tu looked at Qiao Xueqing with a loud voice, with a slight surprise: "Have he encountered any good things?"

"When I was shopping in the market, I picked up some cheap things." Qiao Xueqing responded simply to Tu Da's voice.

"I didn't expect that such a dirty guy would lose his luck!" Tu Da's voice was serious and sighed in a rough voice.

Qiao Xueqing did not follow Chen Feng, but sat at the stone table in the yard and reminded Tu loudly: "The situation in Cangbi City may not be optimistic in the future. Even if you don't leave the yard, you should pay attention."

"Who is he referring to as an uninvited guest?" Tu Da's eyes were lively, and he did not act too rudely in the face of Qiao Xueqing.

Qiao Xueqing shook her head slightly: "I can't be sure, if someone really comes over, you'd better not take action without fully grasping the quiet solution."

"His aunt is very strong. It is difficult to find a fight in Cangbi City, so there is no need to be afraid of anything." Tu said lightly.

"It's just a sealed strong man. There are rumors that the army of the Daxia Dynasty has begun to gather in the depths of the Cangbi Grassland. Once the dynasty war breaks out, many forces of the Immortal Cultivation Sect will be involved. Instead of relying on others, it's better to rely on yourself." Qiao Xueqing shook her head cautiously.

"Since you have some concerns, why don't you leave now? I guess that slutty scoundrel wants to do some dirty things again!" Tu Dashou asked Qiao Xueqing.

Qiao Xueqing pursed her lips and smiled: "Now Yanxiang Tower has been destroyed. Do you want to become an ally with us?"

"I want to think about it."

Tu Daxun looked calm and did not give an answer immediately.

Unlike Qiao Xueqing and Tu Daxue, who were sitting opposite each other in the yard, Chen Feng, who entered the underground practice room, first put the black ring on his left ring finger, consciously guiding the withered and wilted energy contained in the ring and seeped into his flesh and blood.

He picked up the black stick that was half long on the ground in front of him, not quite straight, and felt the heavy weight of his hands. Chen Feng's faint spiritual power was moving and he kept exploring it.

For some reason, Chen Feng could always feel this black stick, with a whimper that ordinary people could not detect. Before, he almost felt the abnormality of this black stick with Qiao Xueqing in the backyard of Tiansha Pavilion.

After half a cup of tea, Chen Feng was surprised to find that not only his spiritual power could not penetrate into the black stick that seemed inconspicuous, but also the dry and wilted aura could not erode it.

Although he could not untie the thickness of his wrist and the mysteriousness of the black fire stick, Chen Feng had already confirmed that this curved stick was definitely a treasure.

As for the crack-filled vial, although Chen Feng’s existing knowledge cannot judge its grade, he has a vague feeling that this vial should be much worse than the ring and the black stick.

Hearing the footsteps of Qiao Xueqing and Tu, although Chen Feng stopped guiding the black ring with a dry aura, he did not put away the black rod and the crack-exposed bottle.

"Do you know the wonderful use of that small bottle?" Because Chen Feng did not put down the Broken Dragon Stone, Qiao Xueqing did not have much to avoid it.

Seeing Tu Dashou with a stern face and owed her 80,000 yuan in debt, his eyes couldn't help but curiosity. Looking at the black stick and small bottle placed on the ground, Chen Feng smiled and shook his head: "You can take a look at these two things."

Qiao Xueqing smiled at Tu Da's voice with a little meaning: "Actually, I know both of these things. Let's talk about this small bottle first. It is just a broken magic weapon called the Water Bound, which is refined from the Chanxu Bottle, which is one of the nine treasures of the heavens in the ancient Western region."

Although he was a little curious about what Qiao Xueqing said about the Nine Treasures of Tongtian, Chen Feng knew that those things were too far away from him, and the current interests were more important.

"Is it just a magic weapon? Now this small bottle is so seriously damaged that it is difficult to even feel spirituality. Isn't this even more useless?" Chen Feng stroked the cracks on the metal bottle and murmured.

"This magic weapon was not completely damaged. If I were given some time, I could repair it. For those who have not reached the Golden Pill stage, the magic weapon's magic weapon is still very tempting." Qiao Xueqing's smile seemed full of confidence.

When Chen Feng heard Qiao Xueqing's words, he couldn't help but feel a little moved.

It was originally thought of finding a water-attributed talisman treasure that was given to Yan Qianqiu was already very good, but Chen Feng did not expect that Qiao Xueqing could actually repair this broken magic weapon.

As if he saw what Chen Feng was thinking, Qiao Xueqing's soft and bright eyes glanced at him: "This magic weapon is damaged like this. Even if it can be repaired, the spiritual power of the magic weapon will be reduced a lot."

"It is difficult to get rewards if you don't pay, but it's hard to tell whether Yan Qianqiu can help us sincerely with this magic weapon. And it remains to be seen where the situation will develop in the future." Chen Feng narrowed his eyes and said with a smile.

Although he was curious about Chen Feng's thoughts, Tu Dashou was staring at the black stick like a fire stick in front of him.

For some reason, Tu Dasheng resonated with the crooked black rod and the blood power in his body.

Seeing Tu's big voice look a little strange, Chen Feng looked at Qiao Xueqing deeply: "You just said that you know both of these things. Does this ugly stick have any origin?"

"Although this stick is inconspicuous, it is definitely an amazing treasure. If I guess it right, this black stick should be called the Manhun Stick, it is a Mangu sacred object. However, if you want to exert its terrifying power, the holder must have Mangu bloodline." Qiao Xueqing smiled and looked at Tu Da's voice, which was a little unclear.
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