Chapter 167 Exchange

"I don't know how I fell into a coma, but at that time, I felt that my soul and heart suddenly had a feeling that they wanted me to sleep. Since then, I have been extremely sleepy. I didn't fall asleep until Lier woke up and saw that it was so fast that she could avoid the people behind her.

Pingjiang sat angrily in front of the mighty. He didn't expect that the boy would faint by himself. He always thought that Hai Feiyuan and others were injured. No wonder this boy has no scars except that his clothes are a little torn.

"Hey, you don't have to hum so angrily. When I woke up this time, I found that I seemed to understand a lot of things. If my guess is correct, I'm afraid that according to human monks, I have broken through to the realm of Yangdan."

Pingjiang's eyes widened and said, "Can you also break through?"

He scratched his head and said, "Don't ask me, I don't know anything. It's just that my feeling should be right. I can detect that I can use those fairy patterns at will now.

"Oh?!" Pingjiang listened and showed a thoughtful look. After a while, he said, "Can you make Xianyang weapons at will now?"

Mighty nodded and said, "There should be no problem. As long as the energy is enough, but according to my estimation, it takes at least three golden horns to make the most ordinary Xianyang weapon. If you want to make a higher-order one, you need to consume more."

Pingjiang nodded happily, and the result was much better than he had thought before. He originally thought that the mighty would need at least a dozen golden horns to make Xianyang weapons. After all, the pair of glazed gloves I use now has used a lot of golden horns.

"What do you want to do? Didn't I make you a Xianyang weapon? Even if you do it again, it is impossible to improve its power. Moreover, what I made for you is to use the middle-level fairy pattern, which consumes a lot.

Pingjiang shook his head with a smile and let the mighty rest first, but he went straight to Mr. Zhong's mansion.

At the door, Pingjiang saw Jin Qinger riding away, his back, and his expression was stagnant, and then walked into the door.

Mr. Zhong was standing in the yard. When he saw Pingjiang coming in, he couldn't help smiling and said, "Why, you have left the customs so soon. Don't tell me that you have made great progress in your cultivation. Oh, wait, the breath of your body... I didn't expect that you really made great progress in strength and condensed three of the stars.

Pingjiang knew that he couldn't hide it, so he smiled and nodded.

"Come in and look at your appearance. I don't seem to be asking for a question this time. What's the matter?"

For several months, Pingjiang has lost a lot of doubts about Mr. Zhong. He knows that he is just a powerful monk who has been cultivating in Changcimen, and he has a good relationship with his teacher. In the past few days, the two have got along well.

Pingjiang didn't want to beat around the bush. He thought for a moment and said, "Senior Zhong, I want to ask you for help."

Looking at Pingjiang's desire to stop talking, Mr. Zhong smiled and said, "Say it. Naturally, I won't refuse if I can help.

Pingjiang bit his teeth and said, "The senior should know that the younger generation has a special preference for the golden horns of those horns, so I want to ask the seniors to help collect the golden horns."

Mr. Zhong was stunned and hesitated, "Do you want to collect those golden horns? You know, these golden horns are excellent refineries and alchemy materials, silver and so on, and you can't buy these things at all.

Pingjiang nodded and said, "These juniors naturally know that since the juniors want golden horns, they will naturally exchange things of similar value. What do seniors think of Xianyang weapons?"

"What?" Mr. Zhong looked a little solemn and said, "Pingjiang, this is not a joke. I know you want a golden horn, but you can't exchange it for your Xianyang weapon. You know, it is very difficult to successfully refine a Xianyang weapon. Even if there are dozens of golden horns, plus countless other precious materials, they may not be successfully refined.

"These seniors don't have to worry, and I don't want to exchange my gloves. It's just the most ordinary fairy weapon, which is much weaker than my gloves.

Mr. Zhong frowned and said, "No matter how weak it is, the Xianyang weapon is after all the Xianyang weapon. You have to think about it clearly."

Pingjiang nodded and said, "The younger generation has decided. Now, I just want to ask the seniors to help the younger generation consider how many golden horns can be exchanged for a lowest-level Xianyang weapon?"

Zhong Lao stared at Pingjiang, sighed and said, "Since you are absolute, I won't persuade you anymore. However, I estimate that the value of a finished Xianyang weapon can always be worth about 20 golden horns.

Pingjiang was happy, but his face was expressionless. He nodded and said, "The younger generation is not enough now. If he comes forward, I'm afraid it will cause a lot of trouble, so he wants to trouble the seniors. After it is completed, the younger generation will give the senior a fairy yang weapon equivalent to the glazed gloves in return.

Mr. Zhong became strange and said, "Wait a minute, how many golden horns do you want to exchange for?" Listen to your tone, why do you seem to have a lot of fairy yang weapons?

Pingjiang knew that he could not hesitate at this time, so he said, "To tell the truth, Elder Xu once left many Xianyang utensils to me, but most of them were of the power was average. After I had gloves, other Xianyang utensils were useless, so I wanted to replace them all with golden horns."

Mr. Zhong nodded clearly and sighed, "It's not surprising if it's a senior Optimus Primera. As the predecessor of Qingtian, some ordinary Xianyang weapons are naturally not surprising. However, Elder Qingtian seems to be really good to you. Can you tell me how many fairy weapons you have?

Pingjiang shook his head and said, "I haven't counted the specific number, but I think I can change all the golden horns now!"

Mr. Zhong laughed and said, "Do you know how many golden horns there are now? Your boy's tone is not small. But forget it, you really shouldn't come forward with this matter. However, I don't want the so-called reward. Pingjiang, if possible, if there is a chance in the future, can you bring the predecessor Qingtian to our Changcimen? I only have this requirement.

Pingjiang was stunned and frowned, "This younger generation can't be sure. After all, it is difficult for outsiders to speculate about what Elder Xu is doing. The younger generation can only try to presume in front of Elder Xu. As for the final decision of Elder Xu, the younger generation can't guarantee it.

Mr. Zhong nodded quickly and smiled, "Of course, if you say that you can make a decision for Qingtian, then I will be surprised."

"In this case, the younger generation agreed. If there is nothing else for the senior, can you release this news in the near future? If the seal war is over, I'm afraid that many monks of the sect will bring the golden horn back directly. At that time, I have no choice but to change it.

"Haha, boy, do you really dare to think that you can change all the golden horns? But forget it, since you say so, I will send someone to the Qiran Mountains tomorrow to release the news.

Pingjiang naturally thanked him, and then discussed some details with Mr. Zhong, and then left and returned to his residence.