When Ling Feng heard a bang, he pushed open the coffin lid and came out. He found that it was a small closed room, but the man in black robe had disappeared without a trace.
There were smooth stone walls all around, with only a dragon head carving and an oil lamp on it. He twisted it hard and rotated it once. The stone wall moved to one side, and suddenly there was light in front of his eyes.
After they stepped out of the stone door, the stone door behind them immediately closed automatically, just like an elevator door.
This was a long corridor, and a beautiful maid in a white dress came forward. She bowed and said with a smile: "Dear guest, please come with me!"
Ling Feng took a look at this woman and found that her appearance could be rated above eighty-five points, her energy and blood were strong, and her internal strength was superb. Even a maid in this ghost market has such a grade, and the style has suddenly risen.
The two of them followed the maid forward. The corridor was very long, with rooms with numbers on both sides. However, the doors and windows were closed, so Ling Feng could not see the real scene inside. After walking for a while, he suddenly heard a voice coming from a room, like a woman's. Climbing to the peak of pleasure, I moaned involuntarily.
Jiang Yuelong smiled and said: "I didn't expect that this ghost market also operates a brothel business!"
The beautiful maid looked calm: "The maid services in the ghost market are free!"
After a while, the three of them stopped in front of the door of Room 36.
The maid opened the door and said: "This is the room of the two distinguished guests. Tell us the goods you need, and the servant will contact the buyer for you. Also, be sure to remember that there are four envoys, black and white, Wuchang with an ox head and a horse face, patrolling outside in shifts. Never leave your room casually!"
Ling Feng said: "Han Tie, at least five hundred kilograms!"
Although the Cold Abyss Sword is good, if you want to use it as a material for a true magic weapon, you can only refine the cold iron elite. Otherwise, even if you find the demon spirit, you can only refine a low-quality magic weapon. As for the system forging furnace to refine materials, it takes five kilograms of cold iron to refine one kilogram of cold iron elite. There are three conditions required for Han Yuan Sword to advance to the divine weapon: materials, essence, and runes. The material required is one hundred kilograms of cold iron elite.
According to the market price, the third-level refined material is about two thousand taels of silver per catty.
Taking Hantie as an example, a high-grade sharp weapon costs one hundred thousand taels, and the material cost accounts for one-fifth, which is twenty thousand taels. The two thousand taels require at least ten kilograms of cold iron. Cold iron is a high-density refined material. Ten kilograms is not much in volume. It needs to be mixed with half a hundred refined steel to make a high-grade weapon.
Therefore, the price of cold iron fluctuates around two thousand. In other words, this is a big business worth one million taels! If the negotiation is successful, she can also take a commission, although it is only five ten thousandths.
There are also five hundred taels of silver. An ordinary family only needs a little more than one tael of silver a month. This is already a lot of money!
Therefore, she suddenly looked slightly happy and said: "Okay, sir, wait a moment!"
A moment after the maid left, Jiang Yuelong sighed: "The person who built the ghost market is really a genius!"
The person behind the scenes uses the guise of selling some first- and second-level items at small stalls outside to attract customers, and then introduces big customers to the real ghost market.
Even if someone is jealous, they can't find out where the real ghost market is.
Ling Feng also understands this. This ghost market has developed into a trading platform, which is indeed far more promising than being a small market.
Because both buyers and sellers cannot do without this platform at this time!
The two of them looked around the room for a moment, and found two black ghost-face masks on the Eight Immortals table in the middle, which were very ferocious!
The two looked at each other and put on their masks at the same time.
Jiang Yuelong said: "Let's go out and take a look!"
Ling Feng thought for a moment and smiled: "Okay, just go out and have a look!"
The two pushed open the door, and two figures suddenly appeared. One person wore a black robe, his face was painted black, and he was holding a long black soul-locking chain. The other man was wearing a white robe and had a pale face, holding a pale white mourning stick. The two of them floated rapidly through the air like ghosts and landed silently.
Bai Wuchang smiled harder than crying and said: "The identity of every distinguished guest here is kept secret, so please don't barge in and go back immediately!"
Jiang Yuelong smiled and said, "What if we don't go back?"
Hei Wuchang suddenly said coldly: "When you arrive at the ghost market, you must abide by the laws of the Netherworld! If you dare to break in, don't blame this messenger for piercing your pipa bone and handing it over to the Lord of Hell!"
Ling Feng smiled faintly and said: "Haha, you are arrogant compared to Lord Yan! You guys who are pretending to be gods and ghosts should retreat, don't bring shame on yourself!"
"court death!"
Black and White Impermanence suddenly said in a deep voice, flying over together. The mourning stick condenses the cold white aura, and the soul-locking chain condenses the black aura full of deathly silence, like two sharp swords striking suddenly!
Next to them, the door opened, and people wearing ghost-face masks secretly watched, secretly thinking that these two people were going to be in trouble. Because both Black and White Wuchang are innate masters, and they cooperate closely and double their combat power, ordinary innate masters are no match for them. Some people suffered this loss in the first place.
However, they were soon dumbfounded!
Jiang Yuelong quietly took a step back. She couldn't use force yet.
The mourning stick and the soul chain hit Ling Feng, who was wearing a black grimace mask, at the same time, but the latter instantly turned into light and dissipated. It turned out to be just an afterimage!
Almost at the same time, Ling Feng appeared behind the two of them, slapping his palms as fast as lightning and stamping on their backs.
With a bang, Black and White flew out like a broken kite, vomiting blood, fell to the ground, and passed out!
Every customer's eyes widened. Where did this peerless warrior come from? He dared to knock out the Black and White Envoys in the ghost market!
As Ling Feng's eyes swept over, the busybodies closed their doors one after another.
However, Ling Feng had no intention of making the matter a big deal, he just wanted to test how deep the water was here.
Therefore, the two immediately returned to the house!
About a quarter of an hour later, the beautiful maid came back with a teapot and teacup on a tray.
"The buyer has been contacted. It's in the next room. Did you see a small hole in the wall? Where can you communicate, determine the price, and then we will be responsible for the transaction."
The maid smiled, said yes, then turned and walked out the door.
Jiang Yuelong poured two cups of tea.
Ling Feng came to the hole and used his ventriloquism skills to make his voice hoarse. He used sound transmission skills to condense his voice into a bunch and passed it over: "How to sell cold iron?"
"Two thousand taels per catty, the same price!"
A deep voice came.
Most of the things in this ghost market have unknown origins, and they should have been sold at reduced prices, but with the ghost market as a sales channel, their tone became tougher.
However, Ling Feng didn't bother to negotiate the price and was about to agree.
At this time, u Kanshu Jiang Yuelong sneered: "One thousand and eighty, if you say one more thing, you won't have to talk!"
The person on the other side was silent for a moment and said: "Deal!"
It has to be said that Jiang Yuelong's price is stuck at his psychological level.
It seemed that this girl was quite talented, and Ling Feng was slightly happy.
Then there is no more sound and the communication ends.
After a while, the maid walked in, handed over an apricot-yellow cloth bag, and said: "Sir, this is the goods you want, please check carefully!"
Ling Feng's mental energy penetrated into it, and he suddenly found a pile of silver-white iron blocks. He took out a piece in his hand, and immediately felt an astonishing chill.
Immediately, Jiang Yuelong took out the blood-drinking sword and slashed it. Sparks flew everywhere, but there were no defects. It was obviously refined high-quality cold iron stone.
After Ling Feng roughly determined the weight of the cold iron stone, he transferred it into his own mustard seed bag, put the 900,000 taels of silver notes into another mustard seed bag, and asked the maid to take it away.
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