"Then let's walk there. Maybe there will be other opportunities on the way." Gu Qingxi smiled slightly and agreed with Lan Rongjun's approach.
This secret realm is named the Gray Stone Forest Secret Realm. According to rumors in the demon world, it is the refiner of a very powerful ancient demon.
But Chi Yan clearly told everyone that this secret realm has existed since a long time ago.
This secret realm existed when he first emerged.
It was born and raised by heaven and earth, formed naturally, and was not refined by anyone.
The entrance to the Gray Stone Forest was indeed opened by the powerful ancient demon clan.
But the real entrance to the Gray Stone Forest is somewhere else.
Lan Rongjun murmured: "What my father said is indeed right. This is what the ancient demon clan said to put gold on his face."
Along the way, when passing through a valley, Gu Qingxi discovered that there was a tall tree growing in the entire valley, and the branches of the tree were full of fruits similar to melon seeds.
But these are much larger than ordinary melon seeds. One fruit is as big as two adult thumbs.
Gu Qingxi tried to pick one. As soon as she peeled it off, the magic dragon flew in front of her and gestured with its small claws.
Chi Yan translated in time: "Master, he said this thing is not delicious. After peeling it off, the nuts inside are a bit chewy."
Gu Qingxi looked at the nuts inside and thought they looked like oversized melon seeds.
Gu Qingxi asked Molong: "Have you ever tried frying it?"
The dragon blinked his eyes, then shook his head.
Gu Qingxi smiled and started to pick the fruit. As he picked it, he said: "I guess this fruit tastes very ordinary when eaten directly, but if it is fried in an iron pot, it will taste very crispy. If you add some spices, Something like that will taste better."
When the magic dragon heard this, suspicious liquid flowed from the corner of its mouth, and with two moans, it flew up to pick the fruits.
Anyway, Chi Yan’s owner said it was delicious, so it must be very delicious.
Gu Qingxi only saw the two small front paws of the demon dragon picking fruits quickly, and the last two back paws were also used.
He couldn't wait to pick up all the fruits here.
Feng Xiatian and Kong were also helping to pick. If Qingxi liked it, she would pick more.
Lan Rongjun was also helping to pick it. He first picked it, peeled it, opened it in his mouth, and chewed it. He felt that it was indeed a bit chewy and fragrant, but the taste was really average. Can Qingxi really make this food delicious?
No matter, Qing Xi will just pick some if he wants.
After passing through the valley, everyone packed a lot of these fruits in their storage bags, and finally handed them over to Gu Qingxi.
Gu Qingxi said: "When you sleep outdoors at night, I will show you how to stir-fry melon seeds in an iron pot."
Lan Rongjun asked: "Is there an iron pot? Did you bring this?"
Gu Qingxi shook his head: "No, but I can practice one."
Feng Xiantian thought of the alchemy furnace made by Gu Qingxi and fell silent.
The alchemy furnace has made a pot for stewing meat. If you refine an iron pot, what will it become?
Lan Rongjun asked in shock: "You can also refine weapons?"
Gu Qingxi shook his head: "I only know a little bit about it."
Later, Lan Rongjun felt that he didn't know the words "little fur" anymore.
What he knew was probably the same as what Gu Qingxi knew. It couldn't be said to be different. It was completely irrelevant!
But at this moment, he did not doubt Mo Sheng, but asked: "Have you brought any materials for weapon refining?"
Gu Qingxi was about to answer that she had bought a lot of basic weapon refining materials before, but the magic dragon flew in front of her again, gesturing with its little claws excitedly.
"Master, Master, he said he would take you to dig some black iron so that you can make a big iron pot." At this time, Chi Yan had changed his body shape and became only the size of Gu Qingxi's fist, sitting on Gu Qingxi's on the shoulders. The tone of voice is even more milky and milky, which makes people's hearts melt.
Because he was afraid that Gu Qingxi would be tired from holding him, he made his body smaller and sat on his shoulders instead.
Although Gu Qingxi always said that he was not heavy at all and he was not tired from holding him. But Chi Yan felt that the master would be tired if he kept raising his hands, so he insisted on sitting on Gu Qingxi's shoulders.
When Lan Rongjun saw this scene, he was so sore that he almost shed tears.
Anyone could want such a sensible, well-behaved, and powerful demonic fire.
Xuantie?
Basic materials for refining weapons.
I just don’t know what year this black iron is.
But think about it, judging from the years that the magic dragon has been here, the years of these black irons may not be too short.
The demon dragon excitedly flew ahead to lead the way. Because it flew too fast, it had to stop from time to time and turn around to wait for Gu Qingxi and the others.
He just barely jumped in the air to urge Gu Qingxi and the others to hurry up.
After the magic dragon led them through a forest and a long canyon, they finally arrived at the place where the black iron mine was.
Then Gu Qingxi and the others were shocked to discover that this black iron mine was more than a thousand years old.
And it’s a whole mountain!
Lan Rongjun snorted heavily, and was so excited that he even trembled a little.
Get rich! Get rich!
So many thousand-year-old black iron!
From now on, he will never be short of black iron when refining weapons!
"You know how to refine weapons?" Gu Qingxi asked after hearing Lan Rongjun mutter these words.
"Well, it's more than just knowing! I am the Lan family's most promising weapon refiner." Lan Rongjun looked proud.
Gu Qingxi became interested after hearing this. She was worried that she could not find a demon weapon refiner to steal her skills, but she did not expect that there was a weapon refiner beside her.
After Lan Rongjun said this with pride, he looked a little embarrassed: "But, you know, it's better to refine weapons... There is a saying that it takes three generations to refine weapons.
Only by refining weapons more can you improve.
My father spent all his wealth to support my weapon refining, and my family would give me some pocket money from time to time.
I spent all of it on refining weapons. But it’s still a drop in the bucket.
When you first met me, I was chased by so many Warcraft because I went to the Warcraft's lair and stole what they used to build their nests, which was a rare weapon refining material.
That kind of material was widely available and priceless. I couldn't afford it, so I had no choice but to take risks.
Fortunately I met you at that time, otherwise I might have been dragged back by the monster to build a nest. "
Gu Qingxi frowned slightly: "That's not right. You just stole some materials for building a nest. How could it be like poking a hornet's nest with so many monsters chasing you?"
Lan Rongjun's expression became speechless: "In that monster cave, there is the strongest monster that can command those monsters. What I stole was the nest it built for courtship. I stole the nest. If it’s gone, of course there’s no way to court a mate, so…”
Gu Qingxi: "..." So the leader of the monsters was extremely angry and pursued him relentlessly. Then it's really lucky that this kid didn't die.
Feng Xiantian: "..." Is this equivalent to stealing someone else's wife book? It would be weird if I didn’t chase you to the ends of the earth!
Liao Kong: "..." What a talent.
After Lan Rongjun finished explaining, he looked at the entire black iron mine in front of him with bright eyes, rolled up his sleeves: "Get started! Dig it up!"
What is in front of him is a thousand-year black iron, and Gu Qingxi will naturally not let it go.
So, a group of people started working hard to mine.
All means were used, including slashing with swords, exploding talismans, prying with knives...
Although tired, everyone felt that the hard work was worth it.
While several people were digging in full swing, footsteps sounded not far away.
There are other demons coming this way.
