He knew very well that it was very difficult to improve his weapon refining skills to the third level, which was why the prices of magic weapons remained high.
He waved his hand and a scarlet flying knife landed in his hand. He carefully examined the scarlet flying knife, and recalled the process of refining the knife, frowning.
The manuals on refining equipment do not explain it very clearly. For example, when quenching, how much green soul powder should be added? This can only be explored through practice.
Taking the teeth of bloodthirsty sharks as an example, the quality of the teeth of the third-level bloodthirsty shark and the second-level bloodthirsty shark is very different. The quenching time is different, and the materials added are also different. Refining equipment is similar to refining pills, and a balance must be achieved among various materials.
Han Zhangxiang sighed lightly and put away the refining materials. He needed to consult a third-level refiner. It was not advisable to work in isolation. This was why high-level cultivators often held gatherings to exchange ideas and learn from each other. As the saying goes, there must be a teacher among three people. This is what it means.
Opportunities must be sought by yourself, rather than waiting for them to come.
Han Zhangxiang took out a green communication disk, typed in a spell, and said, "Changwu, how is the Golden Gourd Pavilion doing recently? Is there any trade fair?"
"Business in the store is pretty good. Uncle Daoxiu reported that there will be an underground auction in the near future. It is said that there will be magic weapons for auction."
There are many merchants in Haoran City, and some of them hold underground auctions regularly. Han Daoxiu hangs out in teahouses and taverns all year round, making friends with many foundation-building cultivators and having a wide range of information.
Han Zhangxiang nodded and said, "I understand. Go ahead and get busy!"
He took out another communication disk and contacted Han Daoxiu, asking him to come over.
More than half a quarter of an hour later, Han Daoxiu appeared in front of Han Zhangxiang and told him what had happened.
"Clan leader, the underground auction will be held at noon tomorrow. Most of the participants are foundation-building cultivators, but there will be a magic weapon auction, so there should be Jindan cultivators participating. The location is in the backyard of Sihai Teahouse. If you are interested, I will take you there. Without an acquaintance to introduce you, you cannot participate."
Han Zhangxiang nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go with you then, and I hope we can get some good stuff."
Han Changming gave him two magic weapons, one for attack and one for defense. This was not enough. If he could take down a third-order puppet beast or a powerful talisman, it would improve his strength. In addition, it would also be good if he could get a spiritual object for forming a pill.
It has been more than two years since Han Zhangxiang came to Overseas, and this is his first time to attend an underground auction.
"Yes, Patriarch."
Han Daoxiu agreed. He suddenly remembered something and said, "Clan leader, I heard about Tinghai Pavilion. Tinghai Pavilion and Qingyang Sect are banding together to keep each other warm. The force they have united is called Jinxia Island. Changming and his men should be on Jinxia Island. There are many forces like Jinxia Island. They come to Haoran City to trade regularly."
"Okay, you should pay more attention to the news from Jinxia Island. It would be great if you could meet Changming and the others."
Han Zhangxiang was overjoyed. He finally learned the whereabouts of Han Changming and others. He could finally put his mind at ease.
A day passed quickly.
Early in the morning, just as the sky was getting light, there were many monks walking on the wide streets.
Han Zhangxiang and Han Daoxiu appeared in a nine-story golden attic. On the golden plaque above the door were four large silver characters "Si Hai Tea House" written on it.
There were more than a dozen Qi-refining monks sitting in the lobby. They gathered in groups of three or four, drinking tea and chatting.
The shopkeeper was an old man in his early fifties wearing a green robe, with a goatee, a ruddy complexion, and looked very energetic.
Han Daoxiu and Han Zhangxiang walked to the counter, and Han Daoxiu said to the old man in green robe, "Boss, I'm here to look for someone. Is there a Taoist friend named Lu who has booked a private room?"
"No, but a fellow Daoist Lin has booked a private room."
The green-robed old man had a calm expression.
"Fellow Daoist Lin? But Fellow Daoist Lin Lu?"
The green-robed old man's eyes flashed with surprise, and a smile appeared on his face. He said, "That's right, Fellow Daoist Lin has been waiting for a long time. The two seniors, follow me."
They followed the old man in green robe to the backyard, where there was a simple wooden house. A burly middle-aged man was guarding outside the house. Judging from his aura, he was obviously a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building.
The house was simply furnished, with nothing else except a few tables and chairs. The old man in green robe walked to a wooden chair and turned it. A piece of the floor sank, revealing a hole about ten feet in size, through which a green stone staircase could be seen, extending along the ground.
"This is a soul-hiding shell. It can conceal auras and fluctuations in mana. It will be returned after the auction is over."
The old man in green robe took out two light green shells and handed them to Han Daoxiu and Han Zhangxiang.
Han Daoxiu injected magic power, and the green shell sprayed out a green mist that covered his entire body. Even if one used the spiritual eye technique to observe, one could not see Han Daoxiu's true face.
Han Zhangxiang also injected magic power into the green shell, spraying out a green mist that covered his entire body.
The old man in green robe walked in first, followed by Han Zhangxiang and Han Daoxiu.
Not long after, they appeared in an underground cave about an acre in size. The stone walls were inlaid with a large number of moonstones, emitting bursts of soft white light, illuminating the entire cave.
Runes flickered faintly on the stone wall, emitting a subtle wave of restriction.
Directly in front of him was a green stone platform that was one person tall. Hundreds of green wooden chairs were placed near the platform, most of which were occupied. Some of these monks wore cloaks, some wore masks, and some showed their true faces, but they were very few in number.
They found two empty seats and sat down.
Cultivators came in one after another, most of them were foundation-building cultivators, and there were not many Jindan cultivators.
A fat and big-eared man in a green robe caught Han Zhangxiang's attention. The man had honest facial features, small eyes, and layers of fat around his waist. He sat down on a wooden chair, which made a dull "creaking" sound, as if it could not bear his weight.
"Xiaoyao Sanren, it turns out to be this person."
Han Zhangxiang's eyes flashed with surprise. Xiaoyao Sanren was a casual cultivator in the Jindan stage and also a weapon refiner. He was somewhat famous in the outer sea.
There are many Jindan cultivators in the outer sea, and those who are somewhat famous are not ordinary people. At least Han Zhangxiang is not famous and not well-known.
Half a quarter of an hour later, the auction venue was full, and some monks were standing.
Han Zhangxiang was a little surprised that there were so many participants in just an underground auction, let alone a large-scale auction.
Accompanied by a melodious bell sound, a graceful figure flew onto the green stone platform. It was a young woman in a green dress with a graceful figure.
"Welcome all seniors to this auction. I have the honor to host it. The rules are the same as other auctions. The highest bidder wins. Bidding begins now."
The young woman in the green skirt gave a brief introduction, took out five green porcelain bottles, and said, "Five foundation-building pills, auctioned separately, the starting price is 10,000 spirit stones, and each bid must not be less than 1,000."