Everyone knows that ironwood is the material for refining puppets, but no one has the inheritance of refining puppets, and ironwood is very valuable, and it is a chicken rib for the owner.
The key is that Zhang Xiaohan opened a high price, and the price of the main rod was twice as high as when he was in the barren land.
Double, especially in today's dark environment, the price of various materials is soaring, only the treasure in their hands that knows how useful but no one can use it, at this time, all they need are spirit stones, and cultivation materials that can improve their own cultivation, Zhang Xiaohan opened a high price, and immediately received the iron wood, and several branches cut off from the main pole were also sold to Zhang Xiaohan.
There are gold-devouring ants, flying centipedes, and Yan Qingshan, but they have the power of self-preservation, if they find underground ore veins, Zhang Xiaohan can't send people back to report the news, so she thought of refining puppets.
Her ability to refine puppets now is much better than forty years ago, and this time she plans to refine humanoid puppets, humanoid puppets that can hold shovels and wield pickaxes.
Zhang Xiaohan patiently cut a small piece of iron wood, sacrificed the spiritual fire, and refined it.
Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was a day and a night, followed by another day and a night, when the sound of a knock came from the prohibition outside the door, three humanoid puppets had been refined in front of Zhang Xiaohan.
With a wave of his hand, he put away the puppet and ironwood in front of him, and then put away the obsidian futon as well, Zhang Xiaohan opened the ban.
Lie Yangzi still had an unsmiling face, but looking at Zhang Xiaohan's gaze softened slightly, he used to be very hostile to Zhang Xiaohan, but in the past few months, the hostility has gradually decreased.
Zhang Xiaohan nodded, watching Lie Yangzi return to the quiet room, she walked to the bow of the boat, the six high-grade spirit stones inlaid on the bow formation were already weak, Zhang Xiaohan took out six new high-grade spirit stones from the storage ring and replaced them, and the remaining spirit stones were put back into the ring casually.
Looking out, the air seemed to be a light frost that would never drift, and the temperature was at least thirty degrees lower than more than twenty days ago.
Instead of taking out an obsidian futon, she stood at the bow of the boat, looking around intently.
Behind her, a door suddenly opened, Zhang Xiaohan's consciousness passed, it was Pu Shuangtian, she was not surprised, and half turned around.
Five years ago, she and Pu Shuangtian were still disciples of the same sect, and now, she is the sect master, but it does not prevent the tacit understanding that once existed between them.
Pu Shuangtian walked to the bow of the boat, stood side by side with Zhang Xiaohan, looking at the endless earth outside, he had a lot to ask in his heart, but when he saw Zhang Xiaohan, he didn't know where to start.
The battle in Beihan Mountain made him think that he understood Zhang Xiaohan, but in the blink of an eye, Zhang Xiaohan left the Wuji Sect, and then, he founded a sect and became a generation of sect masters.
After a while, Pu Shuangtian's hand flipped over, and suddenly an extra box came out of his hand: "Zhang Daoyou, this is a piece of ore that I got in the barren land, I checked the classics, I can't say what it is, but I can feel that there is a force in it that I can't control."
I think you might be able to refine it, so I'll give it to you. ” Zhang Xiaohan glanced at the box in surprise, the box was made of sealed spirit wood, which was very valuable in itself, and it was specially designed to hold those treasures with rich spiritual power that were easy to leak, and the ore contained in the treasure box that Pu Shuangtian solemnly used to refine the spirit wood must be extraordinary.
Zhang Xiaohan didn't postpone it, reached out and took the treasure box, thought about it for a while, didn't open it, and put it in the storage ring, but Shen Nian rummaged in the storage ring, and in a corner, he saw a feather fan that was abandoned there.
This feather fan was still won when fighting with other monks in the Linglong Immortal Pagoda, because the treasures in the Lingwu Continent are limited, and Zhang Xiaohan is not short of treasures, and she is unwilling to let others know that she killed the owner of the treasure, so she only erased the divine consciousness of the original owner of the treasure, but she has always thrown it in the storage ring and has not taken it out to use.
After many years, Zhang Xiaohan has forgotten who the original owner of the feather fan is, and just wanted to take out this feather fan and give it to Pu Shuangtian, thinking about it and stopping for a while, she believes that although there is no divine sense haunting the two of them, there must be someone secretly observing them.
Seeing Zhang Xiaohan accept the treasure box, Pu Shuangtian nodded, didn't seem to notice Zhang Xiaohan's hesitation, turned around and returned to the quiet room, Zhang Xiaohan's divine thoughts withdrew from the storage ring, this feather fan treasure will still be given to Pu Shuangtian, but she doesn't want others to know.
Behind him, the door of another quiet room opened silently, Feng Lingzi came out of the quiet room, looked around, and then slowly walked towards the bow of the boat, also standing beside Zhang Xiaohan.
"Zhang Daoyou, I was very lucky this way, I didn't encounter the white-haired wind, but looking at this treasure ship, it is the white-haired wind, as long as it is not very strong, it can pass through."
Zhang Xiaohan nodded, looked at the snow-capped land and said: "We took the treasure ship, in the formation, I still felt the coldness outside the boat, at the beginning, your race, and so many low-level races, spirit insects, how did you pass through this ice and snow." ” Feng Lingzi looked outside, his expression was very indifferent, as if what he had done was very easy, and said slowly: "Our demon clan has always wanted to return to the warm Lingwu Continent, this belief has never changed for tens of thousands of years, the environment in the extreme north is getting worse and worse, but the number of demon clans is increasing, if you are cowering in the extreme north, under the civil war, sooner or later, the demon clan will not be destroyed in the harsh environment, and the invasion of foreign enemies will be destroyed in their own internal competition for food." ” "We have been planning for a long time, and we have never been so unanimous, all our demon cultivators have made a heavy oath of demons, in order to migrate the demon clan to the Northern Cold Mountain, we will always unite and not fight each other."
Feng Lingzi's voice was still very indifferent, as if he was talking about other races: "The rules of the demon clan are that the weak must always obey the strong, and the things decided by the demon cultivator, the low-level demon beasts can only obey unconditionally, this migration, the weak demon beasts are all hiding under the fur of the demon beasts that can resist the cold, including those spirit insects you see, without the order of the demon cultivator, they just hide in the fur and smell the fresh blood, and they don't dare to drink a little bit." ” "It took us two years for these demon clans, and only seventy percent of the people who left the Extreme North safely arrived in the Northern Cold Mountain, seventy percent, which was very unexpected to us."
After knowing each other for five years, Zhang Xiaohan only mentioned the migration of the demon clan today, and he also felt it, and in Feng Lingzi's faint voice, he could also hear the ups and downs, five years ago, they were still fighting with the demon clan, but five years later, they are standing together. , monthly pass, your support, is my biggest motivation.
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