The market price of Strange Fire Wine is three thousand Huanzhen Pills and one tael.

Zhou Dao's practice of [Fire God Hidden] requires at least three kilograms, which is 90,000 Huanzhen Pills.

You know, the original price of this mid-level Lingfu in Mingdong Tower was only 8,000 Huanzhen Pills, but after discounts, it only costs 5,600.

Ninety thousand Huanzhen Pills were already a sky-high price for Zhou Dao.

Before leaving the capital, Jing Wuchen purchased a first-grade magic weapon from the Jiuding Chamber of Commerce, named [Yunluo Umbrella].

This magical weapon is made from silk spun by [Mica Celestial Silkworm].

You must know that a [Mica Celestial Silkworm] at the level of a first-level demon can only spit out three taels of silk thread in a year, so its preciousness can be imagined.

Even so, I only bought 29,000 Huazhen Pills for the [Yunluo Umbrella].

Even so, Jingwuchen felt that it was expensive.

He said that the market of [Mica Celestial Silk] has been very good in recent years, and the price has been skyrocketing one after another. This is just because there is a madman in the [Black Sky Sect] who kills and kills Mica Celestial Silk, and almost pulls out all the foundations of this monster in the south.

This has led to a sharp decline in the number of mica silkworms, and the supply of the "mica silkworms" they produce has exceeded demand, so the price has naturally increased.

Otherwise, if the [Yunluo Umbrella] was placed two years ago, it would have been possible to obtain it with 15,000 Huazhen Pills.

Ninety thousand Huanzhen Pills, even according to the highest market price of [Yunluo Umbrella], is enough to buy three pieces and still have a surplus.

"It's really expensive to ride a horse."

Zhou Dao felt bitter at the corner of his mouth, and he suddenly felt that he was a poor man.

Along the way, although I gained a lot of treasures by sacrificing to the ancestors, most of them were consumed.

There is no way, he is now a master of Guiyuan Realm, possessing the two great powers of Evil Dragon Yuan King, his strength is comparable to Half-Step Chenggang, and his consumption of resources is a hundred times that of ordinary Guiyuan Realm.

In addition to the resources that have been consumed, the remaining treasures are basically useless and not worth much money.

The only ones that can be used are [Thunder and Fire Wings] and [Black Dragon Sword].

These two first-grade magic weapons are no small matter. In terms of quality, they are far superior to the [Yunluo Umbrella]. If you really want to sell them, let's talk about the price, and you should be able to sell them for 90,000 Huanzhen Pills.

But Zhou Dao was reluctant to part with these two treasures. He spent a lot of effort on these two treasures. He practiced them day and night and gradually became more spiritual. He used them very smoothly.

In addition, the spiritual furnace should also be sold at a good price.

This treasure was passed down from the Panhuang Sect. It can smelt magical weapons and upgrade their quality. Its value is even higher than [Thunder Fire Wings] and [Black Dragon Sword]. It cannot be used either.

As for the fragments of the Wordless Heavenly Stele from the Immortal Sect and the Yuan Wang Sword, these treasures cannot even see the light of day.

Zhou Dao doesn't seem to have many treasures that can be cashed in.

"If I had known better, I would have destroyed the morgue."

Zhou Dao felt a little regretful. The morgue of the Monster Control Department stored many monster corpses.

That thing is a huge industrial chain, with treasures, medicinal materials, food ingredients, utensils... almost closely related to the lives of the nobles in the capital.

It turned out that Zhou Dao really wanted to get involved, but the entanglements of interests involved were too complicated, so he suppressed his thoughts.

Now that I think about it, I am still not too cruel.

"Brother Zhou, let me go and ask for you?" Ming Donglou looked at Zhou Dao's dazed expression and confirmed again.

There are only one or two hundred Longhu Mountain disciples stationed in Zhenlu Mountain all year round. Each of them has chance encounters, and there is no guarantee that there won't be someone who treasures [Extraordinary Fire Nectar].

With the strength of Mingdong Tower, if you ask around, you will still get a response.

"Brother Lao Ming is here." Zhou Dao pretended to be calm and said with a smile.

At this moment, he no longer had much hope. After all, 90,000 True Pills were too expensive.

"It doesn't matter."

Ming Donglou waved his hand, turned around and left the martial arts training ground.

Zhou Dao looked at his retreating figure and felt melancholy. It is true that such a heaven-defying amplification secret method of Wushenzang is not that easy to practice.

"You'd better not get too close to him."

At this moment, a cold voice came from behind.

The little black cat ran out of nowhere like a phantom, walking silently and tapping its four legs on the ground.

"What do you mean?" Zhou Dao asked confused.

"He's not a good person."

"Mingdong Tower!?" Zhou Dao was startled.

"Of course it's him." There was a hint of vigilance in the little black cat's eyes.

"What's wrong with him?"

Zhou Dao was a little confused. Ming Donglou was focused on swordsmanship and didn't care much about other things. It seemed that there was nothing wrong with him taking care of Zhou Dao.

"He is practicing the art of washing the front, not a kind person." The little black cat shook his head.

"Sharp front technique? What is that?" Zhou Dao asked.

"In ancient times, if a swordsmith made a good sword, he would need a thousand knives to sharpen it."

"Strike each other with knives every day, and replace them with new knives when they become useless. Only when a thousand knives are used up can the good sword be sharpened and sharpened."

The little black cat stared at his demonic eyes and said, "That's what Longhu Mountain's sword-washing technique is like."

"That man is a sword. The thousand blades are gone, but the sharpness has been achieved."

"You mean..."

Zhou Dao's heart skipped a beat.

"Under the Dragon and Tiger Mountain, you can wash your sharp edge, while ghosts cry and gods howl to break your heart!"

The little black cat said calmly: "That kind of technique is like a sword, it is a person, it is a person, it is a heart, it is a life."

Zhou Dao remained silent.

Longhu Mountain’s [Front Cleansing Technique] is notorious throughout the world.

It is said that this technique ranks among the top five sword-refining techniques in the world.

From a young age, a thousand young people with different qualifications must be selected, gathered together in one place, and taught the Dharma.

These thousand teenagers are all practicing the [Front Cleansing Technique], and as they practice day and night, their differences will become apparent.

They are both knives and whetstones to each other, sharpening each other and refining their sharp edges.

There were fewer and fewer knives, but the sharp edges became more and more concentrated, until finally there was only one person left. He devoured everyone's sharp edges and achieved his own sharpness.

Thousands of people sharpen their swords, who in the world will be the vanguard!?

"Mingdonglou, is that the knife!?"

Zhou Dao's expression moved slightly. No wonder this man could practice such a terrifying amplification secret technique as [Six-Armed King].

If King Ming creates the fire of karma, the world will be like purgatory.

This technique has been practiced to the extreme, and wherever the blade touches, there will be mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

On weekdays, once the gentle and quiet Ming Donglou used a knife, it was like a different person. He hid the blade in the sheath, and when he didn't use it, he used it. When he used it, it was like thunder, and the color of the world changed.

Zhou Dao didn't know how powerful this man would be if he used the sixth knife.

"People who practice the art of cleaning are not normal. You'd better stay away from them and don't get too close." The little black cat warned.

"You know a lot." Zhou Dao glanced at him and said with deep meaning.

"That's natural." The little black cat held its head high and walked towards the exit of the martial arts training ground with elegant steps.

"Xiao Hei Hei, what is your relationship with Longhu Mountain?" Zhou Dao was curious and chased after him.

"I won't tell you."

"Hahaha, I just like how arrogant you are."

"Be nice to me, and I'll reap the benefits from you in the future."

"Am I not treating you well?"

"You still ask me?"

The figures of one person and one cat gradually disappeared in the martial arts training ground. In front of the incense table, the wisp of incense drifted like clouds and mist.

…

Late at night, Zhenlu Mountain, Intermediate Lingfu.

In the eggshell-like quiet room, red red clouds surged over a pool made of purple crystals.

There was a nectar-like liquid inside that was boiling, and the terrifying temperature drop caused the eighteen nine-star talismans suspended in the air to burn to the point of collapse.

"The strange fire nectar is indeed extraordinary. Without this dazzling cold crystal, I really couldn't contain it."

A proud smile emerged in Wu Keming's eyes. He took off his Taoist robe and admired the forbidden alien fire lava from a distance.

This heavenly and earthly spiritual creature claims to be able to melt all metals in the world, and no metallic container can hold it.
To be continued...