Although the slightly better swords have been taken away by those who came before, what is left are ordinary iron tools.

The world of cultivation looked down upon him, but Zhu Changyang drooled over him.

In his eyes, this is a ready-made iron ore.

Iron is one of the most widely used metals in daily life. No amount of iron is too much, and it is in short supply right now.

And the iron that can be used to make swords is naturally relatively good iron, and there is a high probability that there will be a small amount of other types of rare materials mixed in it.

Even if there is a little rust, it is still much simpler than refining it from ore sand.

When Zhu Changyang thought that a large amount of high-quality iron was about to be stored in the workshop warehouse, he couldn't control the muscles in the corner of his mouth to rise.

How can a rag collector be as happy as he is? No rag collector can receive so much good iron for free!

Today’s top brother is Mr. Gu Peng!

The little black cat originally heard Yin Kanwei say that there were no good things in the place where the sword was hidden, and was trembling, fearing that Zhu Changyang would ask Yin Kanwei to take him away again.

Seeing that Zhu Changyang was extremely satisfied with the place where the sword was hidden, the cat immediately started shaking, raising its head and chest, looking at Zhu Changyang with its big green eyes, and loudly asking for credit: "Meow meow meow~"

"Yes, you are somewhat useful." Zhu Changyang squatted down and scratched its chin, "Okay, I won't send you to the Demon Realm."

As the saying goes, people are short-handed. Since you have accepted the generous gift from the kitten, it is not easy to drive it away to the devil's realm.

And since this cat is so knowledgeable, it shouldn’t be a big problem to keep it.

Zhu Changyang looked at Yin Kanwei: "Brother Yin, I'm sorry, it seems I can only keep this cat."

Yin Kanwei waved his hand: "It doesn't matter, I will just look for other monsters for you."

Zhu Changyang scratched the cat's head again and said, "Then let me give you a name."

Since you want to raise a cat, you have to have a name, and you can’t just meow like a cat all the time.

The kitten nodded: "Meow meow meow~"

Zhu Changyang thought about it and said, "How about Xiaoxiaoca?"

The skillful posture of this monster when it turns into a cat cannot be said to be exactly the same as someone else's. It can only be said that they are somewhat different but have the same purpose.

"What do you mean?" Jun Su's face turned cold and his eyes narrowed slightly, "Why does it want to share its name with me?"

The intuition of animals is so sharp. The kitten immediately felt a murderous aura and clamped its tail in fear, "Meow~"

Zhu Changyang has a black line on his head.

Brother Jun's strange possessiveness broke out in strange places again.

He wants to monopolize this bad name... but he must not let him know what the name means!

"I'm just kidding, how can this cat be called porcelain when it's so black?" Zhu Changyang quickly changed his mind. He looked at the little black cat and thought for a moment, and finally got inspiration, "It's so dark, why don't we call it a developer."

Jun Su snorted coldly, but couldn't help being curious and asked: "What does developer mean?"

Zhu Changyang had a deep expression on his face: "He is a particularly black-hearted profiteer."

"A particularly black-hearted profiteer?" Yin Kanwei was confused, "Is he even more black-hearted than us demon cultivators?"

Zhu Changyang: "..."

You demon cultivators don’t need to be so self-aware.

Zhu Changyang gave him a meaningful look: "It's hard to say."

Yin Kanwei couldn't help but fell into deep thought: "If there is such a profiteer, he should be able to fall into the devil's way. I have never seen him in the devil's realm."

Zhu Changyang: "...Maybe you can see me in the future."

The day the world of cultivation develops real estate, there may be developers in the demon world.

Studio:

[Hahaha, the devil brother seriously said that developers should fall into the devil's way. It's really funny! 】

[Brother Demon is so naive. When developers become corrupt, it’s much scarier than Demon Cultivator.]

[Ready to sing: I'm afraid of the devil, but the devil hasn't hurt me at all~ I'm not afraid of the developers, but the developers have hurt me all over~]

[Stop talking, the real estate rights defender is in tears]

No matter what, the new name of the White-fronted Tiger King, who was once so powerful in Gupeng Secret Realm, was decided.

The developer who doesn’t dare to have any opinions at all: "Meow~"

"Okay." Zhu Changyang rubbed his hands, "Then let's seize the time to recycle precious iron resources."

Both Jun Su and Yin Kanwei were silent.

Especially Yin Kanwei, a dignified protector of the Demon Sect, has entered countless secret realms and seen countless treasures.

This is the first time I see someone picking up scrap metal in a secret place.

Apart from saying that he can live a good life, I really can't say anything else.

Jun Su saw Zhu Changyang bending down and starting to pick up the broken swords and put them into his pocket. He looked very complicated and said, "I'll do it."

With his right hand making a seal, the rusty sword flew out of the mustard bag, like a rainbow, flying towards the valley at an extremely fast speed.

Wherever the rusty sword flew by, the swords stacked on the ground trembled, hitting each other and making a "clang, clang, clang" sound.

After a while, swords all over the valley stood up out of thin air, then slowly rose and floated into the air.

Zhu Changyang was surprised and happy, the magnetic levitation was nothing more than that!

Immediately applauded wildly: "Awesome, Xiaoci!"

As soon as the words came out, the Mangu Iron Sword hanging in the air suddenly condensed slightly, and then suddenly fell down again, making a loud "crash" sound, as if the hanging thread was broken.

Shocked through the valley.

Before Zhu Changyang could finish his words of praise, he choked, "...?"

Jun Su's fingers froze for a moment as he was making the seal, and then he took back the rusty sword, curled his arms with a sword gracefully, and said nonchalantly: "Old thief Gu Peng has left too much sword intention here, and it's disturbing me.

.”

To put it simply, his magic power cannot move these swords here.

If the elders are sweating like crazy, there is no need to call them old thieves.

Yin Kan held his breath and concentrated, and black air slowly emerged from his palm. The black air floated out, and the remaining swords in the valley floated up one after another, and then fell down one after another.

He nodded: "This should be the place left by the will of Master Gu Peng. My cultivation has also been greatly suppressed and I cannot control these swords."

This further explains why there are still so many broken swords here. Originally, even if they were made of rotten iron, with the reputation of a real person hiding the sword, someone should be tempted to take them away for further study or collection.

However, the sword intent here is too strong, and it is difficult for ordinary people to use their cultivation skills. They cannot use magic to close the swords. It would be too time-consuming and laborious to pick them up one by one. After all, the opening time of the secret realm is limited, and people have given up on these rotten and broken swords in the past.

Zhu Changyang admired him: "I didn't expect the real person to be so strong after being dead for so long!"

Fortunately, Zhenren was so strong that his predecessors could not take them all away, so they gave him an advantage.

Yin Kanwei coughed lightly: "Then you..."

Zhu Changyang had a determined look on his face: "I've got these irons!"

Jun Su put the rusty sword back into the mustard bag, walked to the sword-testing stone, leaned against it, and began to close his eyes and meditate: "I'm tired."

It's okay to let him cast spells to fight, but it's absolutely impossible to let him pick up rags by himself.

Zhu Changyang was not surprised at all by his reaction, Xiaoci had always been so lazy.

However, he glanced at the swords that were all over the place and felt that there were indeed too many. If he had to pick them all manually, he might not be able to finish them all even if the secret realm was closed.

He didn't want to waste any of it.

His eyes moved along the valley, and finally fell on Jun Su beside the sword-testing stone... Jun Su had really begun to take a nap.

Zhu Changyang was speechless for a moment, then suddenly there was a flash in his heart, and he clapped his hands and said, "Just wait for me, I'll practice something."

After that, he found a flat space to sit down and started taking things out of his pockets.

Studio:

[Tsk, you can’t use magic. Wouldn’t it be exhausting to pick it up manually? 】

[Look at Changyang, his hands are on fire, he is refining weapons!!]

【Hey, what does he want to practice?】

[Let me think about it, at this moment, he should need... a forklift? 】

【So awesome??!!!】

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[…Yes, he used a magic weapon this time. Oops, after seeing too many of Changyang’s sexy moves, his thinking became distorted. 】

Yin Kanwei looked at Zhu Changyang curiously.

Jun Su had closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, trying to avoid physical labor. When he heard the noise, he couldn't help but open his right eyelid and take a look.

Zhu Changyang took out all the copper and iron in stock in the workshop. Fortunately, Chang Fengchi sent him a batch of waste rocks before and smelted a lot of copper and iron, which was just enough.
To be continued...