Weird Copper Tablet

After it was dark, Song Zhong did not dare to continue digging. You should know that although the surrounding area of ​​Xuantian Villa was calm, it did not mean safety. There were countless low-level monsters here, especially in this gutter. It was okay during the day, but once it was at night, fierce monsters would come out to find food. Song Zhong was not strong now, so he didn't want to die here in a daze. In addition, he had been tired for a day, so he simply hid in the space of his natal magic weapon to regulate his breathing and meditate.

Three days later, the little fat man, who had been dug dozens of feet deep, numbly grabbed the thing below and threw it out casually. However, the bead suddenly vibrated at this time, which alarmed Song Zhong. He immediately realized that he might have found it, so he hurriedly retracted his hand and looked at the things in his hand carefully.

This is a broken piece of copper, about the size of a palm and two fingers thick. It seems that it is a fragmented fragment on some kind of artifact. Song Zhong couldn't feel the slightest spiritual energy on it, nor could he see anything amazing about this thing. He thought to himself, am I wrong? Didn't I find it when I was looking for it?

Thinking of this, Song Zhong immediately made a move to throw it away, but unexpectedly the bead immediately vibrated again. Song Zhong realized that he had really found the right one.

The next moment, Song Zhong brought the fragments to the space of his natal magic weapon. Then he shook the copper piece in his hand and said, "Baby, what's the matter with you? What's the use?"

No one answered him, and there was no change in the space. Song Zhong was bored. Thinking of the garbage he had dug here for three days, just to find such an inconspicuous thing. In anger, he buried the copper piece directly into the black soil, and then said viciously: "Since you can't see your name, let's break it down and talk about it!"

After finishing all this, Xiaopang left the space and flew to his wooden house with his sword. Back at his doghouse, the exhausted Xiaopang fell asleep on the bed.

In the following time, Song Zhong did not even leave the door and kept meditating and practicing in his space. Although he spent most of the three days he went out, the garbage was not dug in vain. There were really many good things under the garbage mountain. In short, Song Zhong did not wasted in the past three days. He found hundreds of discarded magic weapons or magic weapons, and almost all had to fill the space in the bead. If it weren't for this, he wouldn't have come back! However, there were not many high-end goods, and most of them were the lowest-grade magic weapons.

However, even the lowest level of magic weapons are also magic weapons! There are always some good materials to be mixed in. The magical black soil did not disappoint Song Zhong. No matter what level of treasure, it would be buried in it and then piles of rare materials would be condensed next to it.

The decomposition speed of black soil is not fast, but it is definitely not slow. Ordinary magic weapons can be decomposed in one day, and magic weapons can be handled in only three days. And it can buried more than a dozen items every time, so, almost half a month later, the hundreds of things collected by Song Zhong were decomposed.

At this time, the space of Xiaopang's natal magic weapon had completely changed, and it was no longer the destructive appearance at the beginning. First of all, its size expanded hundreds of times, reaching a diameter of fifty feet. This is all the credit of those space magic weapons.

In addition, after the space expanded, the magical black soil became much larger, already five feet in a radius and a depth of more than one meter. Its expansion seemed to depend on the bones, animal horns and other objects in the decomposed object. Because Xiaopang discovered that the decomposed objects in this space included metals, jades, but no bones. Many of the decomposed treasures were made of animal horns and animal bones.

In addition, the loess in the space has become much more, and some extremely spiritual water has been added, forming a small puddle. Xiaopang still doesn't know how they were transformed.

But this did not affect Song Zhong's harvest. Hundreds of treasures were decomposed into thousands of materials. The most numerous were low-level black iron, which was about ten feet high and shaped like a mountain peak that penetrated into the sky. In addition, there were wind copper, silver smelting, purple gold and other common low-level materials. The smallest ones were the size of fists, and the big ones were almost similar to watermelons. In addition, what surprised Song Zhong the most were those more advanced goods, such as fire essence jade, steel essence, ice cold iron, and other things that he didn't know at all. Although they were only a little small, most of them were like peas, the smallest ones were like rice grains, and the largest ones were like chicken eggs. But in terms of value, they were not sure how much higher than black iron.

According to Song Zhong, the lowest-level and most common material, such as Xuan Iron, is worth only one hundred kilograms of low-grade spirit stone, while those not very common materials such as purple gold, are worth hundreds or even tens of thousands of low-grade crystal stones, which are all used by foundation-building cultivators. As for treasures such as Fire Essence Jade, they are even more treasures pursued by monks above the Golden Pill. The value of Song Zhong is incalculable at all. Moreover, due to insufficient knowledge, Song Zhong only knows less than one percent of the materials here, and most other materials do not recognize them, and perhaps there are more advanced materials in it. If you encounter something that monks above the Nascent Soul use, even the size of rice grains, you can change to a good magic weapon.

A few days ago, he was still a poor boy, but suddenly became rich overnight, which made Song Zhong feel like he was dreaming. However, Song Zhong quickly calmed down again because he suddenly thought of a problem, that is, he would definitely not be able to obtain so many abandoned treasures endlessly, because there were few such high-end goods and not many abandoned ones. He searched in the gutter for several days before getting these, but he was afraid that the good things inside would be out of stock in a few years. Fortunately, it was still early, so there was no need to worry now. Just these things now were enough to squander dozens or even hundreds of years.

Another question is how to spend them. At this time, Xiaopang had another idea. When he was young, he remembered going to a place called Lingxiao City with his parents. It was a city built by cultivators, hundreds of thousands of miles from Xuantian Villa. It was jointly managed by major sects in the entire Cangmang Mountain area and was specially used for cultivators to trade. There are many shops with excellent reputation, some of which have even been passed down for thousands of years. If you can go there, you can definitely take these things.

There are two ways to go to Lingxiao City. One is to fly over by yourself. With Xiaopang's strength, it will take about a few months to fly. You may encounter powerful monsters or cultivators who like to rob. Obviously, with Xiaopang's combat power that is infinitely close to 0, following this path is basically like seeking death.

Another way is to use the teleportation array of the sect to go there. The advantage is to get directly to the city, with no risk at all, and it is very fast. Song Zhong followed his parents back then. But unfortunately, the teleportation array costs a fee, and each person sends a transfer of 20 low-grade spirit stones. This stumped Xiaopang.

Although the things in his hands are of great value, unfortunately he dared not take action locally. Even the lowest-level Xuan Iron, he dared not sell them out. Because he was very low-level in Xuantian Villa, and was super poor before, and suddenly he took out good things to sell them, which would definitely cause suspicion, and that was completely a matter of seeking death.

Thinking about it, Xiaopang, who couldn't find a good solution, could only give up temporarily. In boredom, Xiaopang suddenly found that almost all the things in the black soil had been broken. In order not to let the black soil be idle, Song Zhong grabbed a red broken sword next to him, and then inserted it straight into the black soil, intending to continue decomposing. But at this moment, he suddenly felt that his hand holding the sword was shocked, as if something had been inserted.

Xiaopang was immediately stunned and thought to himself, why are there any hard objects in the black soil? Things in the past should have been almost broken down long ago? Thinking of this, Song Zhong explored his spiritual sense into the black soil with curiosity, and soon found the hard object, which turned out to be the copper piece he buried in the black soil.

Xiaopang was shocked and hurriedly reached out to use his skills, sucked the copper piece into his hand and observed it carefully. Then he was shocked again to find that this seemingly inconspicuous copper piece had not been decomposed at all. You know, he buried it in half a month ago! The decomposition ability of black soil, even if it was a fragment of the magic weapon, would be decomposed in three days, but it did not work for it. This really shocked Song Zhong.

Subconsciously, Xiaopang immediately decided that this copper piece must be an extraordinary treasure, otherwise his natal magic weapon would not have forced him to search for it.

However, Xiaopang then thought depressedly that this piece of fragment was just a single fragment, with no practical effect at all. Even if it was a treasure, it would be useless to fall into his hands? Unless he could get a set of them, maybe it would be better~

Thinking of this, Xiaopang's eyes suddenly lit up and couldn't help but say to himself: "This piece of fragment was found in the gutter. Maybe other fragments are also in the gutter, and there is a natal magic weapon sensing. As long as I get close, I can find it. If I really get together, maybe its power will be revealed!

With this idea, Song Zhong could not sit still? He hurriedly flew up, rushed out of the house, and headed straight for the gutter with his sword.

Three months later, the exhausted little fat man returned to his wooden house again. Although he had lost weight and his skin became much tanned and his face was full of wind and frosty, he was still full of spring breeze, as if he had gained some big advantage.

During these three months, Xiaopang only came back to get food once. As an outer disciple, he still had some food but no one would say anything. As for the other time, he spent all the search and digging. In the whole three months, he searched the hundreds of miles of gutters and finally collected 36 pieces.

It was too difficult to get these fragments. Some of them were picked up by him, some needed to be excavated, and sometimes, he even had to steal from the nest of monsters. Fortunately, the other party was just a low-level demon pig and could not fly. After being tricked by Song Zhong with the trick of pulling the tiger away from the mountain, he easily succeeded. However, he was chased by the angry guy for hundreds of miles and almost died.

After finally getting all the pieces together, Xiaopang no longer wanted to stay there. He hurriedly rushed back and lay down on the bed and slept well before talking about it.

Xiaopang slept all day this time, and did not wake up until the next evening. He was too lazy to go to the cafeteria, so he took out some dry food and ate it a few bites, then took out the last piece of debris and came directly to his own space.
Chapter completed!