Now that there is such an opportunity, if you miss it, you won't be able to wait for a moment.
"Brother Yang Ji, don't blame me. I'll go take a look first. I'll apologize to you later."
Luo Shanghao confessed his crime and left in a hurry. The Yanghuo Talisman really couldn't stay for a moment!
Luo Shanghao quickly disappeared into the crowd.
Yang Ji smiled, turned around, and walked towards the nearest crowd.
"Three yang realgars, two ingots of refined iron!"
In front of the bunk was an old man with frost-white hair on his temples. He looked aloof, but his aura was very strong. In front of him was a large pile of realgar blocks that shimmered like fire, and the price of the sale was written in type on the side.
Realgar is used to make elixirs, and not many people really know how to make elixirs. Therefore, there are many people who see it, but few people who buy it. However, the old man is not in a hurry, and his expression is calm.
With so many people in Wanguan Building, there will always be someone who knows the goods and sells them.
"Realgar is good realgar, and the grade is not low. I just don't know whether these two ingots of refined iron are large ingots or small ingots."
Yang Ji thought to himself.
Fine iron ingots are divided into large ingots and small ingots. Yang Ji doesn't know how to distinguish them yet. But it is certain that the fine iron ingots here must have their own standard measurements.
Further forward, there is another bunk, guarded by a girl in red, with a stern expression, standing with a sword in hand, facing the people around her like a chicken standing above the flock, or a lion facing a lamb.
In front of her, a sign read the sale value:
"Qu Yang Sword, Six Ingots of Fine Iron." (To be continued, please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
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Chapter completed!