Zhan Ziyang didn't know that if his words were heard by outsiders, they would definitely scold Zhan Ziyang as a prodigal. One hundred low-grade spiritual stones are enough for an acquired first-level warrior to easily break through to the innate realm, and a top-grade spiritual stone
The value of it is definitely an astronomical figure. Even a powerful sect like Qingyun Sect may not necessarily have it.
"It's actually a seventh-grade profound weapon!" Suddenly, Zhan Ziyang exclaimed, looking at the golden armor in his hand, a trace of shock revealed in his eyes.
There are nine levels of mysterious weapons, from the lowest level one to the highest level nine.
Above the mysterious weapons, there are some spiritual weapons that can only be used by powerful monks. They are still divided into four levels: low-grade, medium-grade, high-grade, and top-grade.
Although one spiritual weapon is definitely more valuable than dozens of mysterious weapons, Zhan Ziyang knows that the value of this defensive mysterious weapon is absolutely comparable to that of a half-finished low-grade spiritual weapon.
Defensive magic weapons are extremely difficult to refine, especially defensive magic weapons such as battle armor.
The difficulty of refining is definitely not that easy.
Although the grade of this golden armor is only that of a seventh-grade mysterious weapon, if outsiders see it, they will definitely snatch it away. After all, there are too few defensive magic weapons.
Especially for monks who have been cultivating against the heavens all their lives, having a good defensive magic weapon can definitely double the safety factor of their lives when they are overcoming tribulations or fighting with others.
Moreover, even the Qingyun Sect has few armor-type magic weapons like the ones in Zhan Ziyang's hands. It is conceivable that even if the golden armor is only a seventh-grade mysterious weapon, if it is discovered by some greedy people, it can definitely be used.
It caused a big or small disturbance.
However, this also made Zhan Ziyang more confused. Although Zhan Ziyang was only a fifth-level acquired warrior, he was not particularly clear about the division of realms among monks. He only vaguely knew that there were other realms above the true spirit realm.
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But Zhan Ziyang also knows some secrets among the monks.
He also knows the value of this golden armor, but what makes Zhan Ziyang strange is that he is only a monk in the realm of true spirit, but he can master such extremely difficult to refine and valuable armor-type magic weapons, so the opponent's
There must be a huge force behind it
Otherwise, it would be difficult for ordinary casual cultivators to obtain such valuable items.
"Humph, no matter what forces are behind you, I, Zhan Ziyang, will definitely make you pay the price you deserve!" Zhan Ziyang muttered to himself with cold eyes, and then took this golden Zhan family piece.
Together with the Yin Yang Sword beside him, he put it into the storage ring.
Although Zhan Ziyang didn't know what was so special about his Yin-Yang Sword, Zhan Ziyang understood that those people were all heading for the Yin-Yang Sword that day, and they must have seen the extraordinary qualities of the Yin-Yang Sword.
However, in order not to reveal his identity, Zhan Ziyang decided not to use the Yin Yang Sword even if he wanted to take advantage of it.
At the same time, Zhan Ziyang also suspected a person who had a great relationship with the Yan family's destruction. It was Gu Langyu from Canglang Pavilion. After all, Zhan Ziyang had only fought against Gu Langyu with the Yin Yang Sword until now.
"Alas!" Zhan Ziyang sighed helplessly. Although he suspected that it was related to Gu Langyu, there was no evidence that it was Gu Langyu who did it.
What's more, Zhan Ziyang knows that he is no match for those people now, and he will not be stupid enough to actually go to Xuantian Sect and confront Gu Langyu.
"Gu Langyu, hum, when I am strong enough, I will definitely come to you to ask for details!" Zhan Ziyang muttered to himself with firm eyes, and then knelt on the ground and fell into a deep sleep.
Time passed very quickly, seven days passed in the blink of an eye, and Zhan Ziyang was alone in this small house, kneeling for seven days.
In the past seven days, Xuan Yuzi has not visited Zhan Ziyang once. Only Yue Wumeng came to visit Zhan Ziyang by chance three days ago, but she only briefly teased Zhan Ziyang and then turned around.